Jake (Immortals of New Orleans #8)(91)

"Now," she demanded, her dominance rising. "Fuck me."

"Stay still." The sting of his palm to her cheek caught her by surprise, her back hole tightening around the plug.

"Oh Goddess," she breathed.

"You like a little pain, my sweet pixiu?" Not waiting on her answer, he thrust his cock inside her slick pussy.

"Jake," she cried, her channel stretching. Her bottom ached with fullness, and she sucked a breath. Pleasure and pain, she'd never experienced such a dichotomy of sensations and emotions. Never more submissive, she offered herself, trusting him to satisfy her needs.



       
         
       
        

"I want to hear it … ." With his cock inside her to the hilt, he stilled, denying her wish. "Do you like to be spanked?"

"I can't … fuck me," she said, her words muffled in the pillow.

"I asked you a question," he told her.

"Ow," Kai screamed as he delivered a blow to her cheek. When she refused to respond, he slapped her other globe. Her pussy contracted around his thick cock.

"I don't hear you." He spanked her again, rubbing his palms on her reddened bottom.

"Ah … yes … please," she begged. "This is so wrong."

"There's nothing wrong about pleasure, Kai. Feel me," he told her, slowly pulling out and rocking back into her.

"Again," she pleaded, desiring the sweet sting of his palm. "It feels so … " She sucked a breath, his hand burning onto her ass.

Jake increased the pace, gripping her hips, and Kai pressed up onto her hands and knees, seeking every hard inch of him. The sound of flesh pounding flesh filled the room, and she grunted as he filled her.

Submissive. Accepting each firm thrust of his cock, she reveled in his control. As his fingers brushed over her clit, she screamed his name. The rush of her orgasm crashed into her, her back hole tightening around the plug.

"Yes, oh Goddess … fuck … " Kai panted, gripping the bed as he slammed into her with force. Her pussy contracted around his cock as she came, and she splintered apart under his command. "Ja … Jake … ah yes."

She heard his glorious cry as he pounded into her one last time, driving her into the bed. As the final inches filled her, she collapsed forward, spent, tendrils of her orgasm still dancing through her.

"Kai … this thing between us," she heard him whisper in her ear. The weight of him on top of her wrapped around her like a blanket.

"It's everything … you're everything. My thoughts. My heart." Kai smiled, exhaustion claiming her.

"I'll never get enough of you. Not ever," he mumbled, his lips pressed to her cheek.

"My Alpha," she whispered as she drifted into sleep. Nothing mattered but her mate. If she never opened her eyes again, her life would be complete. Jake had stormed into her life, searing his mark onto her body and soul. She'd willingly die a thousand deaths in his arms, to never be released.





Chapter Fifteen


With his feet propped up on the armrest, Jake lay back on the sofa studying the Kris. The intricate markings ran from the hilt to its tip, and he racked his brain, attempting to place the unique writing. From military weapons to sacred sacrificial tools, he'd seen hundreds of knives over the years, but never a rare blade like this one. With its curved and razor edging, he imagined that once stabbed into its victim, it would resist being withdrawn. Its unfamiliar magick hummed as he ran his fingertips over it. 

The creak of a door opening drew his attention, and he glanced across the room. Quintus guided a shaky Cassandra toward the door. What the hell? Jake set the Kris down on his lap, studying the interaction. Quintus gave him a sly smile, and quickly returned his attention to the delicate human.

"Thank you, bella," he crooned, cupping her cheek.

"Cass?" Jake called to her, concern in his tone.

"Jake," she replied, her voice airy as if she'd just woken. "I … I was just leaving."

"You all right?"

"I'm good. Text me tomorrow if you need to stay longer."

"You've got to go now," Quintus told her, placing her red pumps into her hands.

"I've got to go now," she repeated.

"It's all good," the vampire told Jake, and then turned to Cassandra. "Until we meet again, my sweet."

Jake shook his head, irritated by their interaction. As Quintus leaned in to her, Cassandra tilted her head to kiss him, and Jake's eyes widened at the sight of the bite marks on her neck. Fucking Quintus. His blood boiled in anger. Although he had no romantic interest in Cassandra, he'd never meant her harm.