When he finally sucked her clit into his mouth, Selene was mad with desire. He didn’t just suckle on the nib, he ran his tongue alongside it. The suction and the feel of his wet tongue working her over was nearly too much. She felt her orgasm building inside of her core. It was making her warm all over.
Screw skin to skin. Getting eaten out by Jett was the best way to get over a mild case of hypothermia.
Jett continued tonguing her until all Selene could feel was his movements and the hot water cascading down her back. The intense tension of her orgasm was building and building, ready to snap. He knew it, too. Two of his fingers circled her entrance, and he began spreading her with the tips. The added sensation was all she needed to go over the edge.
Selene screamed his name, over and over, because that’s all she could do. The release was powerful and everything she had wanted it to be. How Jett could have mastered her body so quickly wasn’t a mystery. It was because they were mates. Because she was his.
Jett stood and his fingers traveled up her body until he was cupping her ass in his hands. He squeezed the globes before kissing her. How his tongue wasn’t exhausted, she didn’t know. But it delved into the kiss like it was the only thing he had ever wanted.
He turned the water off, but Selene didn’t even have time to get cold again. He was right there to wrap her up in a large terry cloth towel. He rubbed her body gently, drying her off. It shouldn’t have been erotic, but it was.
When Jett was the man touching her, everything was erotically charged. Especially when he was naked and his large cock was standing at attention, ready to get some kind of release. She reached out to the hard length and closed her hand around it. She stroked up and down, loving the sharp inhale it pulled out of Jett.
“That feels good, love, but I want inside of you.”
Selene gave him a smile, and she knew he read lust in her eyes. That was all she wanted, too. He might have given her an orgasm with his talented tongue, but Selene was definitely ready for more.
Jett lay on the bed and Selene crawled over him until she straddled him. His erection was right there with a hint of moisture leaking from the tip. Her man was ready to go. Selene lined herself up and slid down slowly, watching Jett’s face as she went. His breath was short, and his eyes were devouring her. When she bottomed out, she tilted her hips and it hit a spot inside of her that made her toes curl and her sex clench.
“Move, baby.”
She did just that, rolling her hips in the most perfect of rhythms.
“Fuck, Selene,” he growled. “Just like that…”
She did it again, smiling down at him.
“Just ride me, love,” he roared.
And that’s exactly what she did.
Selene moved her hips up, down; she ground from side to side. She leaned down until her breasts hung over his mouth and he was quick to latch onto one, then the other. Jett kissed every inch of her he could get his greedy mouth on.
They moved in tandem, just like they did everything else. It was perfect. It was everything. Selene scratched down his chest, leaving a few claw marks. He was about to mark her, but she wanted to do the same to him. She felt a primal need inside of her to make the connection complete.
“Will you be my mate, Selene Bishop?” he asked as he pushed her hair over her shoulder.
“Yes, please, yes.”
Jett surged forward until he was sitting up and holding onto her. She continued moving her hips, but in this slightly different position, the angle was different and it made her gasp. She could feel her orgasm. It was right there. She moved and so did he, and there was no sense to their lovemaking. It was raw and primal.
Selene started going over the edge, clenching her core around Jett’s cock, desperate to feel him come as she went down into her own passion.
He bit down on her neck with a roar, and pleasure erupted inside of her. Jett moved inside of her until he was growling her name. Selene felt him as he filled her with his seed. She smiled at the thought.
This was it.
They were mates.
Jett pumped his hips a few more times until Selene could feel him softening inside of her. He slowly pulled out and laid them onto the bed. His hand immediately reached out for her and he squeezed it before kissing it sweetly.
“You’re my mate now,” he whispered.
“It would appear so,” she teased.
“I love you, Selene. I do. I know you said that I don’t have to deserve you, but I want to promise you that I will always try my level best to make you happy. I want us to have a good life together.”
“We will,” she vowed before kissing him.
Jett quickly took control of the kiss, rolling them until Selene was lying on her back underneath him. She felt his cock hardening against her leg and her eyebrows shot up.
“There is no way you’re ready to go again,” she giggled.
“Keep kissing me like that, and I definitely will be,” he answered before going for her lips.
Three hours later and a few more orgasms, they left the bedroom on the hunt for some food. Selene watched her man devour a snack.
Her heart felt full and about ready to explode with all of the happiness she felt. There was no way that only a few days ago she would have guessed her life would take this path.
It had.
She had been chased down by an order of murdering witch hunters. She had been saved by her mate. And now she had a whole new future ahead of her.
And to think, all she had wanted that fateful morning was a cheese Danish. Now, she had so much more.
She had a mate.
She had love.
“You’re looking at me funny,” Jett said as he swallowed his bite.
“Nope, not funny. I’m just feeling content.”
Jett’s smile was broad and it went straight to her heart. She felt breathless, but in the best way possible.
“You ready for happily-ever-after?” he asked her with a grin. “There’s no crying.”
“Only happy tears,” she corrected.
“Only happy,” he amended before leaning over the counter to kiss her. “Love you,” he whispered.
Selene took the cookie out of his hand and bit into it. “Love you, too.”
Jett protested with a laugh, but she ran with the snack, knowing he would chase after her. Knowing he would always come to find her.
Epilogue
Selene
A week after her life had settled down, Selene couldn’t quite believe they were all safe. Just like her, her twin, and her cousins had all been attacked by members of the Order of Salem. Yet, here they all were, chilling on the back deck at Zane’s house surrounded by the men—no, the wolves—who had not only protected them, fought for them, but were their soul mates. Their destined forever men.
It was fascinating, really. Fate somehow intervened on their behalf. Now, no matter what order of witch hunters rose against them, the witches of Salem would always be safe. Not only because they were now teaching and learning defensive magic, but also because the witches would always be tied to the wolves. They would always have protectors from the ugliness of those who wanted to kill all of the magic from the world.
Yup. It was a beautiful thing.
Almost as beautiful as Jett was sitting back in a lounge chair, his hand lazily drawing patterns on her thigh. The gesture was comforting and sweet. It was loving and tender. That’s how Jett was with her. He wasn’t the hardened little wolf who felt he had to fight everyone. He was a man who knew his past didn’t have to dictate his future. Selene liked knowing she had played a small, subtle part in getting that particular change in her man.