She’s a virgin. Was a virgin.
I froze and glanced at her face.
Her expression was strained, and her lower lip was caught between her teeth. “I-it hurts a little. Maybe it’s the barbells.”
Some primal instinct urged me to rectify her discomfort ASAP. I reached my hand between us and rubbed her swollen clit. “Better.”
“Ah!” She moved against my fingers. “That feels… good.”
I let her rock against my cock until the tension left her body and her moans filled the room.
Lust strung me as tight as a drum, but I refused to move until she came. She’d have a good fucking memory of her first time, even if it killed me.
“I’m close!” she cried. Her face was flushed and contorted into an expression halfway between anguish and euphoria.
I worked her nub harder.
She came with a scream.
The feeling of her hot flesh clamping down on me made my self-control snap. Growling, I fell over her, thrusting hard and fast.
Her body surged under mine as she raked my back with her long nails.
Giving myself over to the frenzied need to mate her, I dropped my head to the side of her neck and pistioned into her.
Our bodies, slicked with sweat and fucking Gatorade, slapped together.
Her cries became louder and louder until she came with a wild shriek.
Howling her name, I spilled deep inside her spasming pussy. Then I collapsed over her, my mind blown to smithereens.
She panted underneath me. “That was… that was…”
“Only the beginning.” I flipped her onto her hands and knees.
“Again?” she gasped. Her thighs trembled as I positioned myself between them.
“And again and again,” I promised, driving into her. It would take far more than one mating to ease my cravings for her.
Over the next two hours, I took her on her hands and knees twice and then up against the wall. We moved to the dresser where we fucked until one of her trinkets smashed to the ground. At her sad cry, I tossed her on the bed and licked her pussy until she forgot about the broken frog. Only when she’d passed out with a blissful smile on her face, did I finally allow her to rest.
I didn’t want to sleep though. I wanted her again. I’d never get enough of her.
She’s mine.
My mate.
I wiped a sweat-dampened lock of her hair off her shoulder and examined the soft pads of my fingers. In this body, I hadn’t hurt her… well, beyond taking her virginity.
A wide grin of satisfaction crossed my face. I’d been her first, and I wanted to be her last. But how could I stay with her? The answer was that I couldn’t stay with her, but Reed could.
I can stay in his body permanently.
The idea was at once alarming and exhilarating. All my life I’d fantasized about escaping my handlers and gaining my freedom. This is my chance. I’d take Lee somewhere safe. Somewhere we could make a life together.
No sooner had I made my decision to stay than I felt my consciousness being drawn out of Reed’s body.
"No!" I tried to fight it, but it was as if my soul was being swept into a cyclone that sucked me up and deposited me back in my own wretched body.
Gut-wrenching pain hit me as soon as I opened my eyes. Clutching my head, I pleaded, “Stop!”
“Now you talk to me, motherfucker,” Jen shrieked in my ear. Her anger, sharp and bright, pulsed through our bond. “I’ve been trying to reach you for the last hour. It’s after four in the morning. Get your AWOL ass back to base right fucking now.”
I stared at Lee, feeling all hope for our future slip away. “No. I—”
“Are you refusing a direct order? I’ll end you right here and now.” The pain intensified to the point I thought my head would explode.
Fuck! I tried to soul jump back into Reed but couldn’t. Trapped by the escalating agony, I whispered, “I’ll be back.”
Thinking my words were for her, Jen sniffed. “Good, and you better have the intel on Dr. Hurran.”
“I do,” I gasped. As I dragged myself out of my mate's window and headed back to my handler, I cursed the fates for giving me a taste of heaven only to rip it away.
14
Lee
A loud shriek ripped me from sleep.
What the hell?
Cracking my eyes open, I peered at the bright light filtering through my half open curtains. As my mind slowly rebooted, I heard another loud cry from out in the living room. Ugh. Cami and Ronnie are going at it early.
With a sigh, I rolled out of bed as gracefully as a three legged-cat and half fell into the congealed blue puddle on the floor. As I glanced down at my sticky feet, I realized two things. First, my body ached in places it never had before. Second, Reed was sleeping in my bed. Naked.
Holy crap.
Memories of our night together hit me like a freight train. I glanced around the room, replaying our drunken sexcapade. The floor. The wall. The dresser. The bed. My face heated as I remembered all the things he’d done to me and the things I’d done to him.
Oh. My. God.
We’d screwed our platonic relationship right out the window. There could be no going back. Not when my core throbbed with the imprint of his pierced cock.
I shivered, remembering how my shy, easy-going roommate had become a sex god last night. In turn, I’d become a nymphomaniac who’d taken everything he’d given me and demanded more.
But it hadn’t just been the sex that had awoken something primal and raw inside me. There’d also been an undeniable connection between us that had only grown stronger the more times we’d come together.
Reed is in love with me.
And I… I…
Feelings I normally kept deep in the recesses of my soul threatened to overwhelm me. I pushed them away. It didn’t matter what I felt, what we’d done was wrong.
He’s family.
I wanted so badly to hit an undo button and erase last night. But Reed wasn’t some stranger I’d had a one-night stand with. I couldn’t just avoid ever seeing him again.
He’ll want a relationship.
My chest tightened with so much anxiety I could barely breathe.
Another hair-raising shriek rang out.
Reed bolted upright in bed. “Jesus, what’s that?”
“Cami and Ronnie,” I said, spitting out their names. “They apparently want the entire neighborhood to know they’re having sex.”
His blue eyes alighted on me and widened. “You’re naked.” He glanced down at his scarred chest. “I’m naked.” He looked back at me, his gaze filled with questions. “Did we… um… last night?”
I stared at him, dumbfounded.
He doesn’t remember?
I knew he’d been drinking, but there was no way he could have taken me so many times if he’d been amnesia-level drunk. Right?
Maybe he’s just pretending.
For some reason, that thought made me self-conscious. I reached for his flannel shirt on the floor by my closet door and put it on. “What’s the last thing you remember?”
“You told me to leave.” His brow furrowed as if he was concentrating hard. “And there was a monster…” Blood drained from his face as he looked toward my window. “...with fangs and glowing eyes.”