5. Jasinda

5

JASINDA

T his is insane, and something I should put a stop to it. But as I stare at Colt, feel the mating heat claim me, pushing away all other worries and fears, I know where this will lead.

I'm helpless to stop it.

"I'm yours," he says in that deep, animalistic voice that sends shivers through my body.

It was those words that had something changing in me, that fear of mating, of being found, of being forced to be with someone, vanishing. Although mating is unavoidable, it isn't like being betrothed as I was. It is something powerful and right, as if I'd been missing Colt my entire life, and now that I've found him everything in the world makes sense.

"We can go slow," he growls out, but I can hear the need in his voice. It's the same rising inferno I feel within me. "You hold the cards, little mate."

I'm starting to breathe harder, faster. I can't control it, can't stop this. But I should. I don't know Colt, yet I do. He's a stranger, yet he's not.

He's my mate and all I want to do is give myself over to him in all ways because then I'll know what perfection is.

I need to take this one day at a time. I am on the run, yet here I am with my mate, about to give myself to him because there's no way I can stop it.

"Tell me, mate. Tell me what you want and it's yours."

I open my mouth, not sure what to say, how to explain any of this. The flavor of him is still on my lips and tongue, already having me addicted, already having me crave more.

"You," I whisper. "I want you." There is no taking it back now.

I hear him growl low, his animal flashing to the surface, causing my wolf to do the same in need, in desperation. He has me in his arms a second later, the feeling of his erection digging into my belly making me moan.

I could have gotten off right then from the intense pleasure that slams into me.

"I need you. I need my mate." The words spill from me before I can even censor them, before I even know what the hell is going on.

And before I know what is happening, Colt steps a foot away and has my clothes all but torn away, this animalistic growl coming from him, his nails now claws as he shreds the fabric in his haste to get to me.

I feel the chill in the air brush along my now naked, overheated body.

I'm about to tell him to get his clothes off, too, but he's in the process of doing that before the words spill from my lips. His focus is on me the entire time, his eyes flashing with his inner animal.

His wolf wants out. It wants me.

When he's naked all I can do is stare at his body uncovered. Colt is hard, toned. As a shifter, he's huge, with defined muscle and raw male prowess. The danger and power pour from him in waves, causing me to get even wetter, more aroused.

He's big and hard, with a light sprinkling of chest hair covering his pectoral muscles, and another dark trail starting below his navel and going right to the monstrous cock that is hard and pointing right at me.

My mouth dries at the sight.

"The way you're looking at me has me barely hanging on, little mate."

Good, because that's where I'm at right now.

I can't tear my gaze from his dick, or his balls hanging right below the massive length. There's a dot of pre-cum on the slit at the tip of his shaft, and my heart races.

God, will he even fit?

Being a virgin means this is all new territory for me, but because we're mates this is all so right, so perfect. I may be inexperienced but the mating heat will handle all of that. We'll fit together perfectly.

My mouth dries as I watch him grab his cock and start to stroke himself from root to tip. I certainly didn't see my night ending his way, but I'm not going to stop it either. I need it like I need to breathe.

My throat constricts while watching as he jerks himself off, the feeling of him watching me intense and arousing, the mating heat strong between both of us. I lift my gaze to his face and see the powerful look of desire covering his expression.

"You want foreplay, little mate?"

"God. No." I don't think I'll last if we do foreplay.

He groans deeply. "Good, because I can't handle that shit right now. I need you too damn badly." He has me in his arms a second later, and is striding toward the wall, pressing my back up against it. His hard, hot, long cock presses right into my belly. God, he's hard … and huge.

He has his hand between my thighs a second later, and a gasp leaves me at the contact, at the heat of his touch. His fingers are so big, and my pussy is so wet that the digits slide right through my soaked cleft.

"Where do you want me?" he asks right by my ear. "Show me, mate."

I grab his wrist, keeping him right on my pussy, but slide it lower until I feel his fingers brush my entrance.

"Right there, baby?"

I nod. "I want you here."

He slips his thick finger in me, and I groan at the instant pleasure. He starts finger-fucking me in slow, steady motions, and I bite my lip at how good it feels.

"Yes."

"You want me to fill you with my cum, mark you from the inside?"

I nod, not trusting my voice. I gasp when he picks up his speed, fucking me with that digit until my toes curl on their own.

I can't help the sound that leaves me.

"You know what I am to you. You know we belong together."

"Yes," I moan. I bite my lip when I feel him remove his finger from my pussy, but he doesn't wipe the cream off that covers the digit. Instead, he lifts it to his mouth to suck the glossiness from it.

My mouth parts in response to how erotic it is.

"You taste like mine," he growls out. His voice is distorted from his wolf rising up. I can see the flash of his human and animal alternating before me.

Before I know what is going on, he turns me around, has his hand on the center of my back, and presses me to the wall fully. I look over my shoulder to watch him.

God, I need to, need to see what he's doing, what he'll do to me.

"Spread for me, Jasinda. Show your mate what you're offering."

I'm breathing frantically.

"Let me smell the sweetness that drips from your tight little cunt and will soon be covering my cock." He shift us so he can look me in the eyes, the pupils now eating up the irises, his animal right at the surface, just like mine.

And then, I do what he says because I need to do it as well.

The sound he makes goes through my entire core, settling on my engorged clit, making it tingle. I need him to touch me … desperately.

He holds on to my hip with one hand, and I rest my head on the wall, waiting for the ecstasy I know is coming. And then I feel the tip of his dick align with my pussy hole.

A moan spills from me.

"I need to feel all of you, mate. I need to mark you, need to have my cum deep in your body so you smell like me, so all other males know who you belong to, who I belong to."

I whimper in need.

He digs his fingers into my hips, and I know there will be bruises.

I want those blue and purple marks, because then they'll remind me of what I did with my mate, of how me marked me in more ways than one.

God, this might be a mistake, but I want to lose myself with Colt in every way that counts.

Fuck being on the run, at least for right now. I can worry about leaving afterward.