Five Weeks (Seven Series #3)(110)

“Inside me. Now,” I begged. “I need it, Jericho. I need you so bad it hurts.”
“It’s just the heat talking,” he said in a ragged and almost remorseful tone.
Jericho hesitated and leaned into me, his face so close. My knees were bent and I lifted my legs, rubbing them against his flanks and feeling the thick press against my core.
“Isabelle, you could get pregnant,” he warned.
I could see his mind was scrambling for a way out of this. Our bodies knew exactly what they wanted to do, and maybe it boiled down to animal instinct, but he was too busy rationalizing. In my mind, it wouldn’t be the end of the world if I became pregnant with his baby. Maybe our relationship was all kinds of messed up, but kids weren’t a regret in the Shifter world. It was harder for a woman to pair up with a mate other than her child’s father—most Shifter men didn’t want to take on that burden. But good guys were out there, and I could provide for a baby.
Jericho’s baby. Just thinking about having his child made me want him even more.
So I kept stroking his sides with my legs, coaxing him to stop thinking and start feeling. I lay on my back, knocking an orange on the floor as I pulled off my tank top and tossed it over his shoulder so I was bare to him.
He bent down and stroked his tongue along the crease of my thigh and up to my navel. Then he slowly outlined one of my nipples with his tongue, and I released an anguished moan.
I opened my mouth, gasping for breath as he drove deep inside, stretching me wide and penetrating all the way to the hilt.
“Ah fuck, Isabelle… it’s so damn hot.” It almost sounded like a complaint, but he kept rocking against me, sliding in and out, filling me with an eruption of tingles and waves of pleasure. “Is this what it’s like?” he asked in a ragged breath, looking up at me with awareness burning in his eyes.
“I don’t know. You’re my first in heat.”
“Oh my God,” he breathed more than said. “I’ve never felt anything this sweet before.”
His eyelids fluttered as he stood up, holding my thighs and swiveling his hips in a maddening rhythm. Our skin slapped together and the surface of the dresser pulled at my back as I began to slide up.
“Mmmm.” I unabashedly moaned and cried out, over and over, gripping the sides of the dresser.
Jericho touched my lower belly, and his thumb stroked my sex masterfully while the other hand squeezed my breast. I felt a pinch here, a swirl there, a squeeze, and then he went faster. Our first time together, we’d made love. But this was animalistic.
Primal.
“Harder!” I screamed.
Jericho lifted my legs straight up in the air and rested them on his shoulders, changing how I felt everything.
“Oh, like that,” I breathed, wanting this to last forever.
“I can’t stop,” he panted. “Tell me to stop.”
“Don’t stop!”
“Please, Isabelle… Tell me to stop. I’m going to come… Oh fuck, tell me to stop.”
I cried out as a wave of heat engulfed me and pleasure squeezed me so tight my entire body locked up. I raised my hips off the surface. “Don’t stop. Faster, Jericho. Harder,” I begged, seeking my release. I couldn’t even formulate words anymore—I was so consumed by our passion.
He complied, as if his body were going against his will. The dresser made an awful complaint as the drawers shook and more cans fell off.
I bent my knees and lowered my legs, wrapping them tightly around his waist. Beads of sweat touched his brow, and his lips were swollen as he looked at me like a hungry animal. Jericho collapsed on top of me, and as soon as our bodies made contact, I arched my back and the most intense wave of pleasure struck me as I came.
So did he, and our duet of cries sounded better than any damn song he’d ever written.
Jericho tried to pull out, and when I wrapped my arms and legs around him, his eyes hardened like steel. He reached around and gripped a fistful of my hair, kissing me hard and thrusting as deep as he could. I gasped against his mouth. With that one gesture, he claimed me.
My body shuddered one last time before every craving and ache dissipated, as if it never was. So this is what it felt like to be sated by a man during heat? Hell’s bells. Now I understood with perfect clarity why women sought a mate. Usually when I was by myself, the craving still lingered.#p#分页标题#e#
Jericho stood up, and the cool air tightened my nipples. I’d never been more uncomfortable in all my life. I also hoped the next people who stayed in this room didn’t put their sandwiches on this dresser.
“I can’t do this, Isabelle,” he said out of breath.
“Do what?”