Jesse and the magi vault, p.13
JESSE AND THE MAGI VAULT, page 13
Everything was simpler then.
My fingers trace mindless patterns over Mav’s shirt, feeling the hard muscle beneath. “Are you sure we can’t just sneak away like this so I can have my way with you?”
Maverick chuckles, but his answer is serious, and he pulls my hands from their exploration when they dip lower. The rumble of a warning growl forms in his chest, letting me know his wolf is close and soaking my panties in a second. “Even me being here right now is a risk. This, Exemplar, Jackson, the council: all of it is bigger than just the two of us here and now.”
I don’t want to talk about my dad or diabolical plans or any of it. I just want Mav to have his filthy, primal way with me until I can’t think straight and all the problems of the world fade into the background.
“And I assure you, it would be me having my way with you.”
“Yeah, we’ll see about that.”
Mav leans in and gives me a gentle kiss, barely a peck, and when I try to deepen it he pulls away. “You’re still healing,” he says, “You need to rest.”
“I’m practically healed.” The mattress dips under my weight as I shift and push him back against the sturdy wooden headboard. “Besides, if we do that sex power-up thing like before, I’ll be better than ever and ready for a rematch with that demon wolf.”
I ball my hands into fists, but Maverick doesn’t laugh at my pantomiming and by his frown I’m guessing he doesn’t like the idea of me and the wolf squaring off again. Can’t say I disagree.
“Come on, Mav, give me some of that sexual healing.” I get rewarded with a chuckle for that one.
“Are you saying my dick is magic? ‘Cause that sounds like a line from some cheesy porno flick.”
I snort. “You would know.”
“Hey, I’ve seen your search history. You do know there’s a private mode on browsers, right?”
“And what were you doing snooping through my computer?” I crawl up the length of his body until we’re nose to nose, our lips brushing together as I speak. “Sounds like someone’s been a bad dog.”
Maverick’s hands come to rest on my hips, but instead of pulling me closer, he pushes me back and I squeal when he lunges forward, knocking me off of him and rolling us until I’m beneath his weight. We wrestle for dominance and end in a tangle of sheets with him leaning over me and pinning my wrists to the mattress.
“Stubborn as always,” Mav admonishes, but the only heat behind his eyes is the almost animalistic hunger that has preceded every mind-blowing sexual encounter we’ve shared.
“You love it.”
“Wouldn’t have you any other way, Cowgirl.”
I know I’ve won when Maverick lowers himself over my body, his erection hard against me as he grinds our still-clothed groins together in delicious friction.
Mav’s hands leave mine and I waste no time in getting his clothes off, lifting the soft fabric of his shirt until he takes over and tosses it on the floor. Mine follows, and without my bandeau covering my chest, I’m completely exposed to my wolf’s hungry gaze.
He pauses to run the pads of his fingers along the pink line of raised flesh that spans from my shoulder to sternum, and though it doesn’t physically hurt, I shrink away from the touch.
I reach for the zipper of his jeans, eager to get to the good, toe-curling part already, but Mav bats my hands away and I’m about to complain, but his words stop me in my tracks. “I almost lost you today,” he says. “Just let me feel you. I want to make sure you’re still real.”
“I’m here, Mav.” My hand cups his jaw, my thumb rubbing over the prickly stubble there and soothing the worry from his face. “I’m okay. You saved me.”
I let Maverick get his fill, smothering me in soft kisses and gentle touches as if he’s mapping the layout of my body. Any other time, I would savor the closeness of him but right now I don’t want to be treated like I’m some fragile thing that could break at any moment.
His lips find the peak of my nipple and my fingers tangle in his sandy blond hair. He presses a kiss to each one before blowing a puff of cool air across my heated skin that makes me shiver.
“Mav,” I whine, writhing in his grasp, and I can feel his smirk on my skin.
“Yes?”
“Stop being a tease and fuck me already.”
“I’m not teasing,” he says while continuing to do just that. “This is love making.”
“It feels like a goodbye.”
Maverick hums in thought, taking a long moment to think while he keeps on with the tender touches. “Maybe if this isn’t what you want, you should take what you want.”
Ohhh, I like that idea. A lot.
The rest of our clothes find themselves in a pile tossed on the floor and I use one of my new wrestling moves to change positions so that I’m on top and straddling those glorious hips of his.
Wow, it’s been too long since I’ve been blessed with the sight of Maverick naked. His entire being screams power, from abs that look like they were chiseled straight from marble to thighs that could crush me between them.
He raises a brow at me, lip quirking up. “Did you just want to stare, or are you taking what’s yours?”
The smirk on his face disappears when I grab his cock and he hisses at the first touch to his sensitive head. I go slow, teasing him as he teased me. When I have his full attention, I draw my fingers lightly along his shaft before fully taking his length in hand.
He’s hot and throbbing, thrusting into my touch as I stroke him and when he moans my name, I pick up the pace. His mouth finds mine at the same moment his fingers find my folds, sliding against me and groaning when he feels how wet I am for him.
“My cowgirl is greedy after her ordeal.”
“I’ve missed your cock.”
He chuckles. “Just my cock? Not me?”
I pretend to think about that for a moment and then shrug. “Nope. Mostly just your cock.”
He laughs, reaching between my thighs to slide two fingers into my aching pussy.
My muscles clench around his fingers and I groan, arching my hips into his touch. The pleasure is intense as he matches the pace of my strokes, my thumb swiping over the cum leaking from his tip to slick things up and drive us both closer to the edge.
“Yes,” I cry against his lips. My answer to everything Maverick ever wants to do to me or with me is ‘yes’.”
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
MAVERICK
Fuck me. Every moment I spend with Jesse, she steals a little more of my soul. Does she know how much she slays me? Or how much my wolf needs her to be ours forever and always?
Does she know how dangerous that is?
No. Of course she doesn’t because she knows nothing about what her father and I have been doing. Years of my life playing the part of a dutiful Exemplar student, working my way into the inner circle.
Not now, my wolf growls inside my head. Just be with her in this moment. She needs us and we need her.
Right. We almost lost her… I could have killed her… I need to reassure myself and my wolf that she’s strong and whole and healthy.
I slide my tongue against the seam of Jesse’s lips, and she opens for me with as much passion and acceptance as always.
That’s my girl. She’s so fucking receptive.
She’s practically shaking apart and we haven’t even got to the good part yet.
Ending our kiss, I guide her back so she’s sitting upright. “Ready to ride, Cowgirl?”
With one knee resting on either side of my hips, she’s spread wide and the heat of her core is practically burning my flesh.
Damn, she’s hungry.
Reaching between her legs, I prop my cock up and let her guide herself down my shaft inch-by-delicious-inch. Fuck, her inner muscles are already throbbing and gripping my length as she descends.
I close my eyes for a moment and breathe through the ecstasy of her damp heat and hunger.
You left her too long. She needs us. You hurt her when you keep us apart.
I can’t think about that right now. Not when my mate is fully seated and grinding down on me.
“Oh, yes. I’m already so close.” Her eyes are closed, a triumphant grin playing at the corners of her mouth.
She pauses, and I know her well enough to recognize when she’s drawing things out. She wants our time to last, but we don’t have time.
This is a stolen moment and as stupid as it is to put us both in more danger, my wolf is right. She needs us and we need her.
I thrust my hips and impale her, pushing deeper into her heat. Her head falls back, and she lets off a feminine cry. My spell for privacy should swallow her vocalizations unless someone is standing directly outside the door—and nobody is.
I give myself a point for the foresight. Jesse isn’t a quiet lover. In sex, as in life, she doesn’t hold back.
To prove my point, she pushes up on her knees and then drops heavily onto my hips, impaling herself on my cock. Once. Twice. She breaks into a wild rhythm, and I bite my lip and smile.
This is my cowgirl.
She may think I call her that because she lived in a little country town and ran a bar, but that’s not it. This… the pleasure she gets riding my cock is how she earned that term of endearment.
I breathe deep, sucking the mixed scents of her arousal, sweat, and sex deep into my lungs. It’s a heady scent and I want to remember it. While I commit everything to memory, I watch the glorious sway and bounce of her breasts.
How anyone could believe she’s a boy is beyond me. Jesse radiates sexual femininity.
“Damn, you Maverick. I’ve needed this.” Her curse holds no heat, but I know it’s true. Ghosting her was a shit thing to do. I just don’t know how to be near her and not be with her.
My wolf goes on high-alert when someone stops outside the door.
Jesse senses my shift in attention and pauses. “Why did you stop? Are you okay?”
I tilt my head toward the door, wondering if it’s about to open or not. “Your roomie is back.”
Her gaze flies across the room and it’s obvious she’s wondering the same thing. “Shit. And he’ll bear witness to me fucking myself on your cock.”
“Should I invite him in to watch?” Maverick asks, arching a sultry brow.
“Don’t joke.”
As much as my words shock her, the air is suddenly filled with a rush of arousal that both amuses and guts me. She likes the idea of having both me and River in her bed.
I grip her hips and grind her over my cock while that image is in her mind. It’s not a bad idea, actually. As much as I love having Jesse all to myself, she needs more than the occasional stolen moment from me.
I’m surer of it with each passing moment.
“I’m not joking. Remember, Jess, this isn’t the Nary world you grew up in. You need people in your corner.” I thrust my hips again and another throaty moan escapes her lips. There’s no doubt River heard that just on the other side of the door. “River is a good choice.”
“I’ve never needed a sexual menagerie.”
“It’s not only about sex.”
She raises an eyebrow. “Aren’t alphas supposed to be super aggressive and jealous if another man even so much as sniffs too close to their female?”
“My wolf and I understand you need more than we can provide. You’re the one and only female magi. That makes you very special. Besides, wolves are pack animals. We excel in numbers.”
I can practically see her mental wheels turning as she tries to wrap her mind around that. She likes the idea, though. The scent of her arousal almost doubles.
I’ve never seen her so sexually hungry before.
She must realize I’m gauging her mood because she snaps out of her daydreaming and flashes me a guilty frown. “I’m so sorry.”
I press my palm against the blush of her cheek and chuckle. “Don’t be sorry. I suggested it and we both know who you really belong to.”
To emphasize the point, I thrust into her. It’s not the playful romping thrusts from before, I grip her hips and drive into her to fully impale her.
As I fill her, all she can do is hang on for the ride.
Literally. With one hand splayed on my chest and the other over her mouth to stifle her moans, her eyes roll back, and she’s lost in the sensation.
“Say it, Cowgirl,” I growl, my wolf close to the surface. “Tell me who you belong to.”
She gasps, her orgasm building and squeezing me tighter. “You. I’m yours, Mav.” Her fingernails dig into my skin where she’s grabbing me, and I relish the zing of pain. “I’m all yours.”
I rock her up and down my length, getting lost in the pleasure of her heat. It’s too good.
The burning pressure of my release is pushing hard to escape as her pussy milks me for all I’m worth.
“Come for me, Jess,” I rasp, my breath coming in thready gusts. “I’ve got you.”
With a cry her orgasm takes hold, and she bucks over my hips as she comes apart.
There’s no way River doesn’t hear that. Hell, maybe even Chad across the hall.
I’ll have to check on that… later.
The energy transfer we shared the last time we did it was about fueling her up and giving her as much of a chance in the icebreaker trials as possible.
This time, it’s about giving her the strength to survive this place when I’m not here to help her. I open myself up to her and—holy fuck.
Jesse has opened herself up full-throttle and her power is incredible. It pulses in my veins, expands in my chest, and flows from her to me and back again like a live wire.
I stiffen as my orgasm breaks free and everything I thought I knew about carnal pleasure is shattered. Gripping her hips with bruising force, I convulse, sending hot streams of cum inside her. My abs burn and I grunt, my wolf howling wildly within.
Mine. My mate.
Wave after wave, I spill into her, and all the while her love and lust and happiness brands me with a burning energy I never imagined possible.
Jesse goes off again and we both cry out in simultaneous orgasmic bliss. Can someone die of pleasure? It feels like it. I don’t even know what to do with feelings this strong.
Rung out, I lay there gasping for breath. Jesse rides out her second orgasm and then collapses onto my heaving chest. Wrapping my arms around her, I commit what we just shared to memory as the single most life-altering moment in my life.
Jesse-fucking-Storme.
Completely spent and breathing hard, we lay there, sweaty and satiated. Too soon, she shivers and rolls off my softening cock. “I need a shower.”
I chuckle. “You needed a shower before.”
“Gee, thanks.” She chucks a pillow, and it smacks me in the face.
I pull the pillow away and tuck it behind my head. “Don’t thank me, thank Mora’s gross cure-all. I say this with love, Jess, but you smell seriously rank.”
“Yeah, that’s fair.” She sighs, looking me over with those hungry eyes of hers. “If it were up to me, you would never wear clothes.”
I laugh. “I’m sure that would make my duties around the school awkward.”
“What are your duties, exactly? Why do you work for a dick like Bruce Branston?”
I’ve crossed a lot of lines with Jesse, but getting her involved in my private family drama isn’t going to happen. She’s in enough danger already.
“I’m serious about you and River,” I say, changing the subject. “He’s a good guy, strong, good looking, and he already knows you’re female, so you’re covered on that front too.”
Jesse makes a face at me. “Don’t you think it’s weird talking about me building a relationship and having sex with another guy?”
“It’s not uncommon to share in many magical societies—shifters included. River grew up knowing about his magi heritage and he’ll understand.”
“So, what you’re saying is that the magi world is full of swingers?”
She’s so damned cute. “You’ve trusted River from the beginning, and you’ve got incredible instincts. And seriously, have you seen the guy without a shirt. Those lineage tats up the one side of his chest are fucking spank. Don’t pretend you haven’t noticed.”
“Oh, I’ve noticed, but honestly, with everything else going on right now, I really don’t need a second boyfriend. I kinda had my heart set on a certain cryptic and distant Magi-wolf guy I happen to adore.”
I brush a finger over her cheek and shake my head. “It’s not either/or, Jess, and it’s not all about sex. River is here with you. He goes to classes with you. He can be there for you when I can’t.”
“He can do those same things as a friend too.”
“That’s true, but with Magi-shifters, our animals bond and that line blurs. If he’s fighting his bear’s demands to toe the line with you, he’ll be battling against himself.”
Her smile dims. “Well, I don’t want to be the cause of inner turmoil for him.”
“I know you don’t, so think about it. Like I said, it doesn’t always have to be about sex, but based on how aggressive and hungry you were just now, something powerful and dominant is unlocking within you. I might need a team of hot studs to help me keep you satisfied.”
She rolls her eyes and glances away as her cheeks flush the cutest shade of red.
I cup her jaw and bring her gaze back to me. “Don’t be embarrassed, Cowgirl. Never be ashamed about any part of yourself. That only proves to jam up your energy and fuck with your connection to your power. Embrace the new you.”
I’m not sure I’m getting through to her, but I also don’t want to push her and make her feel like I’m pimping her out. “Promise me you’ll think about it.”
She reads my gaze, scrutinizing what she sees there like she often does. “Fine. I’ll talk to River later. I’m not even sure how to broach that subject. What if he’s not into me like that? Damn, I sound like I’m in fifth grade. Do you have a crush on me? Check yes or no.”
I laugh. “You’re joking, right? Any male would be out of his mind to not be into you. Trust me, River’s interested. He’s just locked it down to be the guy you need him to be and to stay on my good side. He was there with you while you wore my mark. He knows about me and won’t overstep. Invite him into the mix. Trust me, he’ll be thrilled.”
