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His hips set a rhythm, long and slow and deep, that left her dizzy. It was easy to feel small against him, safe and coveted and a dozen other dirty, wondrous things. He held her easily against the mirror with one hand and slid the other between them to touch her. The pressure of his fingers above where his cock worked in and out left her clenching, tightening. Violet recognized orgasm, she’d had plenty from slim fingers and smooth tongues, but this was more—deeper and hotter. It felt uncontrollable even as it built, like it came from a place so deep inside, it might rip her apart with its emergence.
She tried to squirm in his grip, but there was no moving, only a mounting pace, the wet slap of his skin on hers and the roughness of his breath and her voice in the quiet of the room. His fingers nudged her clit just as he sunk inside, and in one breath, the pressure crested and snapped. Pleasure broke over her like a tsunami. Violet clung to him, head back against the mirror and eyes closed while she keened. His cock stayed inside, bumping her, caressing her, stimulating her even while she was coming, and sending pleasure to every little part of her while he huffed and grunted his restraint in her ear.
With it done, she was boneless, bathed in afterglow, yet something dark stirred in her stomach, aware of the thick throb of him inside, the tight set of his jaw. His need kept the fire burning.
Dread was dawning in her at the realization that she had no real idea how to touch him, no idea of the consequences if he finished inside her, if they had to worry about that since she wasn’t a descendant.
Mikel stepped back and took her easily with him, going to his knees then laying her down on the cool mats below. A whimper escaped when he slid out of her, and he lookedsopleased with himself at her reaction that she swatted him in his big chest. Undeterred, he settled over her, then his cock was nudging her again, and she shivered.
“Open your legs, baby.” It was a soft request, and Violet balked at thechoice, her mind sticking onbirth controland consequences.
He nudged her again, and her thighs parted without thought. He hummed his approval and sunk back inside her.
It was different under him. She was consumed, covered, her skin on his skin. He held his weight, yet she still felt it, felt how she fit and the changed angle his cock rubbed her at. It felt thicker now, heavy and full. A bead of sweat dripped from his temple, and she tried to ignore that her sensitized body was already winding tight again for him. Like he knew, Mikel went down against her, kissed her shoulder, and moved faster. Violet trembled and keened, hands exploring the thick muscle of his back, the firm swell of his ass, and encouraging him down, into her, again and again.
His breathing became ragged, his voice catching, and his breath against her ear. His rhythm stuttered.
“Come on, Violet,” he demanded and rolled his hips in a certain way.
Like clockwork, she came, hot and hard and fast, flying apart around him. Mikel grunted over her, shuddered, and she was just barely coming down when he was out of her and huffing out a growl while he took himself in hand and splashed hotly on her hip. Finished, he sagged beside her on the mat.
When Violet came back to herself sometime later, she was surprised. Her one-night stands with girls from the bar were quick things with a defined start and end—she’d be gone by now. Yet her head had migrated onto his shoulder, his body molded to hers, keeping her warm in the cool of the room, as his fingertips grazed her shoulder and back while they just existed together in the after.
“Grilling steaks for dinner,” Mikel finally said and reached over her for his discarded shirt, which he used to wipe her hip and the mat.
When he moved to sit up, Violet was overcome with how vulnerable she felt, her body still addled with endorphins and slow to process what had happened.
“Shower first,” he added when she didn’t move, scooped up both of their clothes, and lifted her into his arms like she was no heavier than paper.
“I can walk,” she groused.
It was easier to fall back to her familiar snarking with him than dissect the complicated feelings starting to leak back into her and how much better she felt in his embrace.
“You can do something else real good too,” he murmured against her ear, and she blushed, stifled a laugh, and deigned to let him carry her back through to the house and into the bathroom.
Chapter Six
“RED CALLED OUT; she’s not coming,” Mikel said two days later when Violet staggered into the kitchen for coffee.
“She sick?” she croaked, going straight for the pot and tipping it into the mug he’d set out for her—the one that had become her favorite.
“Something like that.” Finally, the amusement in his voice registered.
“What?” she demanded, no filter in place this soon after waking up.
“Full moon’s the next three days,” he explained, like that should mean something to her. She only stared at him in question. “Things get a bitchargedround here.” Violet took a long, scalding drink of coffee to hide her fluster when she finally caught his meaning.
“She told me about the werepenis.” She lowered her cup and cringed internally as her mouth presented that wonderful little nugget of information out of nowhere. More coffee was needed, fast.
Mikel just nodded, unsurprised.
Violet turned back to the counter, shoved a slice of bread into the toaster, and tried not to be disappointed. Going out in the van with Red was becoming a routine. She was fun and honest. She showed Violet the town, answered her questions, and kept her laughing. She also seemed to understand when Violet withdrew, when one minute they were tearing down a backroad laughing, then Violet was cold, moody, and swallowed by guilt that she was settling,happyeven, when Lila was out there probably thinking she was dead.
“Glad you’re here today,” Mikel said, a second before his hands found her hips, and he stepped up behind her.
That was something they did now; they touched. Yesterday, he’d kissed her on the mouth before she left in the morning. When she’d gotten home, she’d returned the favor until he was golden eyed and hard, then she’d stepped back to watch him try to finish a chair he was working on and marveled at how powerful andrightit felt in the moments she could forget her life before.
The toaster popped, and she went to grab her slice, but he was quick to catch her hands and hold them while he wrapped his arms around her. It irritated her how he could thaw her, and he did. Some of the tension bled off at the warm expanse of him at her back.
