A Mate for Gideon(80)

“I’m not.” Emotion made Gideon’s voice sound gravelly. “I would never have met Jenna otherwise. I accept your apology…apologies…You were right about Brant being sorry about all of this.” He looked at Jenna and squeezed her hand.

Zane chuckled. “The first rule of being mated,” he said. “Is that your female is always right. That is even truer when it comes to a human female. Never forget that and you will have a good life.”

Gideon had to chuckle. Brant shook his head and grinned as well. His king put his hand on Zane’s back. “Let us leave them, we have things to discuss.” They left, closing the door behind them.

“You haven’t taken blood in almost a week?” Jenna looked pissed. “Are you completely crazy?”

“Yes,” Gideon growled. “Crazy for you.”

Jenna laughed but quickly schooled her emotions. “You really scared me.”

Gideon narrowed his eyes. “You scared me even more.” He reached across and pulled her towards him. Jenna carefully avoided his injured leg, but she still allowed herself to be pulled against him. Thankfully, because he didn’t have much strength. Was weaker than a fucking newborn.

“I need a shower,” he growled.

Jenna shook her head. “I gave you a sponge bath.”

Gideon had to grin. “I can’t believe I missed that. You might have to give me one again now that I am conscious.”

“Mr. Happy was very much awake throughout.” Her eyes glinted mischievously as they dipped to his lap. “You nearly poked my eye out with that thing.”

“Did you take advantage of me?” He gripped her waist. “I didn’t peg you for the type that would….”

She gasped. “I would never…”

“You so should have. Mr. Happy would’ve been Mr. Ecstatic. If I had even a modicum of strength I would jump you right now.”

She chewed on her lip for a bit, which drove him pretty much insane. Mr. Happy woke the fuck up and in a big way. “Is it true what Zane said?” She asked, her cheeks heating.

“About what?” He feigned stupidity, wanting to hear her say it.

“Um…” More lip chewing which made his dick twitch. “About sex and…you know…blood. That you need them.”

Gideon nodded. “Yeah, but if you aren’t ready then…”

Jenna pulled her shirt over her head. Holy fucking hotness! Her body was enough to make a grown man weep uncontrollably. To make him lose his load before the party even began.

He groaned as she put her hands behind her back and fiddled with the clasp. Groaned even louder as the bra slipped down and her gorgeous tits sprang free in all their glory.

“Jen…” A low growl. “You don’t have to do this.” He almost felt like biting his tongue off for flapping.

“I know,” was her breathy answer. The scent of her arousal wafted all around him. Sugary, spicy so fucking amazing he grit his teeth. “I want to.” She said as she pulled down her zipper, yanking off her jeans and her panties all at once.

She pulled the sheet off of him. His erection was big and throbbing and looked a little scary, even to him. A long thick vein ran from his head to his base. His balls were swollen and blue. Fucking blue. Ready to explode at a single touch.

“Maybe you should sit on my face for a bit first.” Gideon groaned as she threw her leg over his lap, straddling him.

Jenna shook her head, her face a mask of concentration. “I’m really turned on.” She ran a hand down her slit, lifting it so that he could see her glistening juices. “I’m so ready for this. So desperate for you, it’s scary.”

His hands settled on her hips. “I feel the same.”

Her little hands gripped the base of his cock and he had to close his eyes for a quick second. When he looked back at her, she was lifting herself, then she slowly lowered herself onto him. Her mouth was a tense white line. Her eyes were wide and almost pleading. She stopped only when she was balls deep. Her body holding on greedily to him like a silk fist of steel.

“Jen,” he groaned. “Fuck, you feel so good.”

She leaned down and kissed him.

Gideon threaded his fingers through her hair. He slowly pumped into her from below.

Her breath caught as he hit her sweet spot.

“Still mine,” he panted.

Jenna nodded. “Yours,” she gasped. He thrust some more, rolling his hips in a way he knew she liked. Her mouth fell open like she was struggling to draw in enough air.

“For always,” he growled as he continued to thrust.

“Yes.” Her eyes were locked with his. “Always.” Then her eyes glazed over as she spasmed around him. Her velvet sheath massaging him in undulating waves.