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Is it weird that he’s so in tune with what I wanted with my experimentation?It’s the mate bond, my wolf happily points out.No one will ever know you the way a mate does.It’s true that Jimmy and I always felt in sync. These past months without him, I forgot how that felt. I didn’t expect to find it again, and it makes my chest ache to think about.
“Relax,” Paxton says again.
I take a deep breath and try to force my limbs to relax. I’m wound so tightly it feels impossible until his mouth drops to the spot just below my ear again and he sucks. This time, there’s no biting back my reaction as he drags a soft moan out of me.
I let my eyes fall shut as power returns to my hands, lighting the room again. I’m only experimenting, I don’t actually have a need to use it, so I let my eyes close and focus on what Paxton is doing. His fingers continue to tease my nipples as he sucks my neck hard enough to leave a bruise. My head starts to lull to the side, offering him better access to my neck, but I think better of it at the last second and instead shift my head so that I can meet his mouth with mine.
I don’t want to risk any confusion. I’m not giving him an invitation to mark me. This is just sex. An experiment. Nothing more.
He takes the hint and throws everything into kissing me. He’s bossy even with his tongue, kissing me like he needs to wring pleasure out of me instead of letting it come naturally. It feels desperate and needy, and I will never admit aloud that I kind of like it.
I barely register Paxton’s hands leaving my breasts, the hint of his touch trailing over my stomach to the waistband of my skirt. I hesitate kissing him back when his fingers find the sole button at the front of the skirt.
“Are you—“
“Keep going,” I interrupt. I know if he starts asking questions, I’m going to overthink all of this again. But with so much light radiating off my hands that I briefly think the power must have come back on… I think I might only be seeing the start of what I’m capable of.
Paxton doesn’t need any more reassurance than that. He jerks the skirt down hard over my hips and lets it drop, pooling at my feet. I’m not wearing underwear since it felt too strange to wear ones that belonged to someone else, which means I’m left exposed to him while he’s still only partially undressed.
“Fuck,” he breathes out.
I glance at him as he bites down on his fist, his eyes roaming over my exposed skin. He checks me out so thoroughly I’m convinced he can tell that I’m soaked for him between my thighs.
I shift on my feet, rubbing my legs together slightly in a way I intend to be discreet, but Paxton’s eyes dilate, and I know he didn’t miss the motion. He wraps one of his big hands around the back of my thigh and pulls it up to his hip. I instinctively hook my leg around him to help balance myself.
I wasn’t a virgin before Jimmy came along, but I haven’t been with anyone since him. The last time we had sex, I was in heat. For some reason, that memory only makes me hotter. And then I have to blink away a mental image of being in that position with Paxton. We’re a long freaking way away from me ever considering procreating with this man.
When one of his hands slips between my legs, I stop thinking about it. I’m not thinking of anything except the sound of his appreciative groan as he finds me wet and ready for him. I’ve never been like this—so needy and frantic—but as he runs his thumb across my slit, teasing me, my entire body strains toward him.
More.“More. I need more.” I’m pleading, and I know I would be embarrassed if he hadn’t already turned my brain to mush. As it is, all I can think about is how I need him to do more than tease.
Paxton lets his thumb rest over my clit but freezes there, raising his eyes to meet mine again.You’re mine, Tasha. I knew the moment I laid eyes on your picture. I spent too long figuring out how to get close to you. You’re mine now, and I won’t leave your side again until I’ve proven it.
Picture?
I open my mouth to ask him to clarify at the same time he finally rubs his thumb across my clit. I gasp. And then I gasp again as I realize that the light dancing off of my hands has gotten dangerously close to us. I take a deep breath and will it to recede, relieved when it does exactly as I wanted. The light dies down to a safe, soft glow.
You really are controlling it, aren’t you?Paxton sounds awestruck. I look and find him staring at my hands, his lips tilted up at the corners and pride obvious in his eyes. He’s proud of me? I hate how that realization makes me soften more toward him.
I wish I knew where the power is coming from.If my sister has it too, does that mean it’s a family trait? Could this be the thing that’s put a bounty on our heads? Does Tevin have it? Has he heard about Tess’ powers? Is he wondering about whether I have it the same way I’m wondering about him?
Hey.Paxton pinches my clit, eliciting a gasp from me and dragging my attention back to him.We can worry later. Be in this moment with me.Almost as an afterthought he adds,Please.
I close my eyes and let my head drop back against the wall. I’m feeling a lot of conflicting emotions and need to breathe for a second, but Paxton takes it as an invitation. I have to force my eyes open again as he drops to his knees in front of me, shoving my leg over his shoulder to hold me wide open for him.
What are you doing?
He looks up to meet my eyes.That’s a rhetorical question, right?
Oh, Goddess.
He smirks devilishly up at me as he leans closer. It feels like he’s taunting me by moving so achingly slow. We both know I’m past the point of stopping this now. In fact, I’m not sure I remember why it took us so long to get here. We should have been doing this from the first moment I laid eyes on him. We seem to get along just fine with his hands running up the inside of my thigh.
My head falls back, thumping against the wall as Paxton buries his head between my legs. The man is infuriating, but his tongue… I forget all about my hands, the light extinguishing as I lose myself in the feeling of him eating me like I’m his last meal.
I’ve been so annoyed every time he’s spoken to me that I never considered his tongue might actually end up being my favorite part of him. Whatever questions I had about our mate bond being real go out the window while he’s tasting me, my legs shaking as I struggle to stay balanced.
When my orgasm hits me, Paxton wraps his arm around my thigh and helps me stay balanced on that one leg. The heel of my other leg digs into his back, pressing against his tense muscles. My whole body shakes with pleasure as he presses his tongue back to my clit, wringing every last bit of pleasure from me until I feel limp.
