Page 72 of Jackal's Pride

My body was an instrument, and Jackal was a skilled musician. His fingers tickled the ivories and coaxed out my melody. The tune was classical but changed with his stroke becoming a symphony of erratic moans and groans, pushing me over the edge.

When the light gleamed off his fangs, I cupped his face between both hands. “No more biting. It’s not necessary.”

Confusion flashed momentarily in his green eyes, and then slowly understanding shone in his gaze. Jackal lowered his head and nuzzled my breasts instead.

With two meaty arms wrapped around me, Jackal raised his head from my chest and placed it on the crook of my neck. There his hot mouth feather-kissed my skin with such tenderness, my eyes stung, and my body became a furnace of wanton need. Like his roughness—or maybe more so, his soft hold of me now was momentous and exactly what I didn’t know I needed. A whimper escaped me before I could muffle it. I enclosed my arms around his neck, cushioning him further against me. I was a trembling ball of need. Every time I tried to move on his cock, I shook uncontrollably instead.

I’m a mess.And for once, I didn’t care.

Emerald pools raised from my neck and studied me intently—my trembling lips and watery eyes, then they softened even more. He grazed his fingers down my back before resting them on my hip and pulling me off his dick. “Here.” His voice was raspy and sweet, no longer as urgent. He already knew.I was his now.

Moving me off him, he laid me down on my back beside him before hovering above me. “Let me love you—always.”

My stomach sunk, but my heart—it soared. How could one be so in awe and scared at the same time?

I closed my eyes unable to bear the beautiful sight of him seeking my truth verbally from me.I’m scared.I thought he knew that too.

Parting my legs, his heat rolled over me as he pushed his thick girth back inside me in one perfect thrust. Only now, there were no emotional barriers, no walls he had to force down. I cried out, eyes opening to meet his—oh, god. Taking my hands, he raised them above my head and held them there. Then he was kissing the tip of my nose, eyes, cheeks, and nuzzling his nose on my neck and inhaling like he couldn’t get enough of my scent. He was so soft my heart was bleeding with that truth he wanted.

“Jack,” I whispered.

“Say you’re mine,” he groaned.

“Jack,” I whispered again.

“Say it.”

I wanted to drag my hands across his back, hold him closer. There was so many ways I wanted to touch him, but he still held my hands tight. When his lips roamed back up to my cheek, I tipped my face into his neck, planting kisses on his woodsy-scented skin. It wasn’t enough. He was inside me, but it wasn’t enough. I needed what he wanted. To be so burrowed deep inside one another that there was no chance of escaping.

“Jack,” I kept kissing his neck. His tempo slowed,synchronizingto the pitch in my voice. It was a plea, a prayer, a request. To savor this moment.

He was an entity in waiting for one thing.

My honest thoughts.

“My Jack.”

And I slowly unraveled them to him.

He shuddered above me. He released my hands. My fingers stroked his neck before I raked them down his shoulder blades soft and teasingly.

His thrusts were painstakingly slow and tortuous, each languid stroke sending shockwaves of pleasure that was right at the pinnacle of a climax. Wrapping my legs around his waist, he pumped in and out, utterly measured and controlled, hitting that perfect spot each time until he sent me freefalling in the strongest orgasm of my life. Stars crossed my closed lids, but when I opened them, fierce green orbs greeted me, and they were better than stars. I wanted to see them, I wanted to wake up to them—always.

“I’m yours,” I panted, not hiding from his intense gaze.

The fever in his eyes lit up his entire face. Desire on him was a dark sight to behold—it layered his face with power, almost frighteningly so. His beauty was fierce, and I loved it, especially the way he watched me.

“Kiss me,” I said.

And he did. Like his slow strokes, his lips were the same. He was indulgent, taking his time and absolutely affectionate as he fused our mouths together soft and teasingly. Even when his canines raked over my bottom lip, he was tender and adoring.

Dragging my lips from his, I whispered breathlessly, “Oh, Jack. Who are you? What have you done to me?”

Another gentle kiss to my nose before his face lit up, eyes crinkling at the corners as he gazed at me lovingly. “Who are you?” he echoed back.

I stared into his eyes. “Jack’s woman. Notorious entity known as Jackal who went missing thousands of years ago. Turns out he’d only been sleeping because of feelings he’d rather not feel. The plague-dropper-turned-plague-preventer as of late. Do you know the one?”

The corners of his lips tipped up higher. “Yeah, I know him.”