Page 42 of Jackal's Pride

She was so fucking mine.

I squeezed her to me as the aftershocks of her release rippled through her. She shrieked again as I thrust in all the way. I shuddered as the powerful waves of ecstasy barreled through me. Her body had accepted all of me. There was something deeply satisfying in that. I fondled her ass and gripped it possessively as I moved inside her for the first time. Everything before this was like baby steps.

She gyrated against me while I drove in and out. She came on me again while biting and moaning against my chest, and that was all I could take. I couldn’t hold it any longer. I buried myself completely and filled her with my essence for the second time.

She carried my mark. Now she carried my scent. All that was left was to keep her alive and show her how much she was mine. That required helping the human world.

To think, the Jackal of now, didn’t need the Devil’s promise anymore. I didn’t want to die. I never wanted to go without Maureen.

Maybe instead of being a spreader of pestilence, I was finally becoming something more.

Chapter 15

Maureen

Having my first orgasm with sex was alarming. It left me off-kilter, like something wasn’t right. The fact that Jackal hadn’t been with anyone before me should have made me content. Quite the contrary. It terrified me.

My enjoyment with sex came from watching males turn to putty in my hands, never from getting a release. When Jackal gave his body to me, I took pride in that. So, when Jack gave me something I had never experienced from no one but from my own hands… I truly became aware of him and his power over me.

My doom.

Right before my eyes, Jackal was transforming into something else. I wasn’t sure what to label it. The uncertainty stretched to include why I rested my head on his chest. Why didn’t I get up? Even more amazing was how his dick continued twitching inside me. I was satisfied, tender, and sore. Unfortunately, I got the feeling that for someone who’d just discovered pleasure he might not be finished.

I shivered as his hand stroked my ass. Nope. I had to get upnow. I lifted my head, placed my hands at his sides and slowly began to lift myself off of him. Searing pain hit me. My inner walls clung to his cock and refused to let go. The more I pulled, the tighter the connection became. I exhaled, and the grip loosened. Peeking down, I took in the size of him. It was equally satisfying and arousing knowing something so big had been inside me. I’d never admit it, but I was glad he made no move to push me back down. I didn’t want to confess that I might cry if he did. My body was beyond tender, and the hint of blood coating his shaft as I slid off was proof of the damage left behind.

Oh, God. Will my body ever adapt to him?The thought intensified my fear. It spoke to my desire for more—a lot more sex between us.

His cock slapped his stomach. A trail of sticky cum squirted down my thigh. Sighing, I dragged my body off the sofa.

My protective walls around myself were still down no matter how much I wanted to push them back up. Pride was gone again and without her, all I could feel was terror now that pleasure wasn’t controlling me. I didn’t look at Jackal as I stood. My insides ached along with my thighs… I wobbled to the bathroom without a hint of pride. I was an entity and my body would eventually repair. Sometimes, however, we retained vestiges of actions to remind ourselves of misdeeds and such. I supposed this must be one of those times.

Inside the bathroom, I materialized water in the tub instead of running it. When it came to materializing things, we never created anything, we simply stole it from somewhere else. The water I needed now possibly came from the spring in my father’s woods. It had a soothing nature to it, and I wanted nothing more than to ease the rawness between my legs. Maybe if I could get rid of the imprint of Jackal inside me, normalcy would return.

I plunked down into the tub and closed my eyes. Jackal and what we had just done filtered through my closed lids. He’d been adamant in pleasing me. Not what I was used to nor was it what I expected for someone who had never partaken in sexual acts before.

I detected his presence seconds before he entered the bathroom. Not bothering to open my eyes, I listened to him and felt the heat wafting off him as he bent down beside the tub.

“I’ve caused you discomfort,” he said while palming a breast.

They were still heavy and aching for his touch, and I despised him slightly for it. Lying, I said, “You’ve done no such thing.”

“Then shall I take you again?” he murmured. I cracked opened an eye and watched his fingers trail between my breasts. “This time the way I want?”

I hated the way his gaze wandered over me. Like I placed the stars in the sky just because I had given him sex. Worst of all, I hated how much the thought of him gawking at someone else the same way ripped open my chest. “Stop looking at me like that.”

“Like what?”

“We’re not doing it again.”

“You won’t admit it, but your body is too sore to go again right now, anyway.”

My cheeks heated. I blamed it on the hot water. “No, I mean that’s never happening again.Ever.”

His brows lifted. “Lie to me again, Maureen.” It was a warning.

I smacked his hand away from my breasts, and he moved it right back. “Stop it.” My voice lacked conviction.

“What’s this?” My gaze wandered to where he was tapping his finger on my right hip. I already knew what he meant.