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Chapter eighteen
‘Legendary’ Welshly Arms
ROMAN CUT
The night with Jaz went on for hours, our bond tightening with each session of overbearing lust and need, but it was worth it. The frenzy-like sensation finally died down allowing our insatiable libidos calm once more, tossing Jaz and I into a deep slumber.
The power that flowed between us was soothing in a way I hadn’t known possible; it was perfect.
As noon arrives, my internal clock wakes me as the sun slowly makes its way to the west. Jaz’s even breaths glide across my naked chest, each puff of air is long and deep making me reluctant to move but the day feels like it’s already ending since waking at such a late hour. I’m normally up and moving around dawn.
“Worth it,” Jaz mumbles in her sleep before sliding her head back to look at me through the slits in her sleepy eyes, “I can still hear your thoughts.”
I chuckle, “Until we build a mental block, we’ll hear each other’s thoughts when they’re projected loudly.”
Jaz rolls off me and onto her back, stretching and groaning when her back pops. It’s a feat not to reach over and touch her, luckily for me, I don’t have the strength to fight it. I roll on top of her, my mouth latching onto her breast, my tongue lathing her pebbled nipple.
“If you don’t stop this, you’ll torture yourself; I’m way too sore to even think of having your monstrous cock inside me.”
I let her nipple go with a pop, my protective instincts pushing me to check her over and make sure I didn’t actually hurt her, but I fight it. I know she’s fine, her scent is normal, as normal as moonshine and magic can be, and her eyes hold amusement in them.
“Moonshine? That’s new.” She states while I hear her inner thoughts,he smells like wind and rain.
I smirk at her reddening cheeks when she realizes I heard her thoughts, “Yeah, we really need to build that block, can’t have you eavesdropping on club business.” I can practically feel her wolf growl before a mental wall gets thrown up, keeping her thoughts from me as all amusement leaves her features.
“I was only kidding, little wolf. Yes, there’ll be times where I keep information from you, but it’s only to protect you.”
“Says every meathead man on earth,” She snarks before shaking her head, “what I was really thinking of though is my sister. Have you heard anything, is she alright? Where is she? Did we really free her?”
She fires off her questions rapidly as I climb from the bed, pulling her with me and cupping her face, “She’s in a room down the hall, the last I saw her she was unconscious like you, but I sent our healer to her. I’ve kept her cuffed through the night just in case she was still a danger, but the fact that Ihaven’theard anything tells me she’s just fine. Get showered and we’ll go check on her.”
I squeeze her ass as she stands on the tips of her toes to give me a quick kiss, grinding myself to her one last time to relieve the ache before letting her go. I watch her sashay to the restroom, her bare ass bouncing with her steps. How the Ancients saw me fit to have someone as perfect as Jaz is beyond me, but I’m one satisfied fucker.
We still have a lot to learn about each other and our power still needs to grow as one, but I have a feeling that I’d want her even if she had a flaw no one else could stand. And honestly, that’s the most terrifying thing about a mate bond. I once saw a mate bond between two people whose families hated each other, Romeo and Juliet of the super world. They ended up severing the bond which caused the death of the female.
It’s a bond created by fate or the ancients. Whatever you label its genesis, it doesn’t matter; a bond struck between two people is a bond for life. I’m just grateful it was Jaz and not a Blood Crow, those creatures usually have psychotic tendencies.
I scoop up my phone and see seven missed calls from Atticus and one text message, “I’m going to murder you, brother.”
I chuckle, he hates having anyone in a room close to him, and he no doubt figured out there’s an uninvited guest sharing a wall with him.Prickly bastard.
When we were kids, he couldn’t stand to share shit with anyone, claiming anything he touched as his and his alone. He’s beaten many men to near death for crossing his lines which is why I’m grateful his bike was untouched the day Jaz sliced our tires.
Deciding I’ll see the asshole in a bit, I head to the shower and catch my woman all soapy, looking like the goddess of body gel.
She’s sore you beastly asshole,I mentally snarl at myself, but my dick doesn’t stand down and neither does my wolf who salivates at the sight before me. It’s funny how my protective instincts flare like a wildfire for almost everything except when it’s me causing the pain.
Bending and breaking you will be both a sin and a pleasure. And you’ll beg me for more.
Jaz’s tinkling laugh has me moving with speed, pushing up against her ass, her front pressed against the cold tiled wall.
“Would you care to wager a bet?” She asks as she teasingly rubs her ass against my painfully hard cock.
“Whoever begs for release first will be submissive for a night.” I growl in her ear. I completely have this in the bag.
If I learned anything about Jaz last night, it’s that I can last longer than her.
“Deal?”
