42. Reina

Chapter forty-two

Reina

P owerful.

That's the only word that can describe what it felt like to force Jasper's cock all the way into my mouth and own it until he couldn't hold on. I loved it. I loved the glint in his eye when I suggested he fuck my breasts. I loved watching his face contort in delightful ecstasy.

I love him.

He wraps his arms and tentacles around me as I crawl onto his chest. His thumb swishes across my bruised bottom lip and he grins deliriously.

"That was absolutely incredible. You're really going to test my creative limits."

"How so?"

"Well, I can't have you showing me up like that every orgasm."

I laugh. "It's not a competition. I came too."

"You did," he says with a smile, then kisses me. "And next time you come, it'll be while my cock is pounding into your sweet little pussy."

Heat shimmers all through my body at his words. "Who's got a filthy mouth now?"

"Oh, I've always had a filthy mouth," he says, then kisses me again, deeper, his tongue teasing along my lips.

I open to him and he hums in approval. "I like the way I taste inside you."

"You're a lecherous wretch," I say, then bite his lip.

His tentacles shift around me until I'm straddling human legs. He grips my hips and thrusts up against my center, letting me feel his growing erection.

"Ten minutes was an exaggeration," I say with a smile.

"Better to under-promise and over-deliver."

He slides against me with a look of painful bliss. I grind down on him, letting my arousal wet the bottom of his shaft. His head bumps my clit and I circle my hips, getting more of that blessed contact that has the muscles in my belly tightening.

His hands caress up my stomach to my waist and he grips me hard, thrusting up and pulling me down at the same time. The heady lust building between us makes me moan. I grab onto his arms and lift myself up until his head is poised at my entrance.

"Cora gave me fertility blocker," I say, just to assure him.

His brow furrows, but then his gaze shifts from confusion to devious desire. "You want me to fill your pussy up with my cum, is that what you're trying to say?"

"Vulgar bastard."

"Only for you," he says as he cups my cheek. Then the levity leaves his features. "Go slow. I want you to enjoy everything."

I lower myself until the pressure of him against my opening consumes my thoughts. I watch his eyes—half-lidded and full of need—as I slide down him inch by mind-numbing inch until we're fully joined. His fingers tense on my hip and he flexes inside me, pushing harder against the soft places behind my clit where his tentacles and his tongue have brought me to orgasm.

I clench my muscles against him in return, relishing the way it makes Jasper's head roll to the side. But his eyes never leave mine. It's as if he can't bear the thought of closing them, of missing even a second. I understand, because I want to capture all his little facial expressions, all his sighs and moans.

I press onto my knees and lift off him just as slowly, becoming intimately familiar with the shape of him moving through me.

"My love," he groans deeply.

"Ohksano'amai." I grab his hand and kiss his fingers, then move it to my hip.

I move down and up slowly once more, ensuring that we fit, and that my next move won't injure either of us. When his tip is nearly out of me, I sit back down, hard and fast, slamming him all the way in. The shock of it makes me gasp and Jasper bares his sharp fangs in a hissed breath.

"Better be careful, sunshine. You're going to wake up the beast."

I slide forward and backward, rubbing my clit against his pelvis while his cock hits different areas inside me. Each one is a new thrill to discover. "Maybe I want to."

His fingers dig into my sides and I feel the prick of sharp claws. He rocks me harder against his lap and the pressure on my clit makes me moan.

Opal light swirls in his darkening eyes. "Remember when I chased you across the beach?"

I bite my lip at the image of him feasting on me under the stars and nod.

"You seem to like the dominance you have over me right now, and I'm loving that for you, but if you rouse my selkie—make me lose control—your little power play is over. I will be the one owning you."

The idea of fighting him for the reins of our sexual encounter has excitement twisting through my belly. I must be deranged, but it makes me want to push him to that point, to see how much strength he has, and if I can keep my hold on him.

"Don't do it, Rei," he growls as he thrusts his hips up to meet mine. He's already at the edge of that dwindling restraint. He wants more. Faster. Harder.

And so do I.

I plant my hands on his chest and lift up, then slam back down again. The wet slap of my thighs hitting his hips draws a whimper from me. The building heat is nothing like my own hand or his. It's something else entirely. Something otherworldly.

I lean harder against his chest for more leverage and do it again, crying out at the deepness I've achieved. Jasper's lips pull back as his eyes are consumed by black. I lift off him again and he pushes me away. I gasp as I fall back on the bed, but before I can think, he's there. Right in front of me. Right between my legs, dragging me back against him all the way to his pelvis.

He comes up to his knees and cradles my ass in both hands as he thrusts into me, hard and mercilessly. I put my hands against the wall above my head to keep from sliding around as he punishes me, tortures me with inescapable pleasure. He slams into me again and again, his pubic bone grinding into my clit with every push.

I'm making noises I never knew I could all while my eyes cannot leave his. I'm trapped in his spell, his selkie magic. The coiling fire he's forcing into me is right at the edge of detonating, destroying me and him. My thighs clamp against his sides involuntarily as I try to resist him, to hold back my orgasm and make this last.

He growls, leaning into me all at once until we're chest to chest, and resumes his delirious pace. One of his arms comes around under my back and he grabs my shoulder, pinning my body to his and preventing my escape from this. He plants his other hand against the wall between mine, ensuring I'm caged in with him.

He kisses my neck with an open mouth, running his teeth and tongue along my burning skin. I shift my hips upward to relieve some of the relentless pressure against my clit, but this position only gets him deeper. And then suddenly I'm broken open.

Ecstasy rips in waves through my body like a violent storm. I scream and constrict my legs around him, trying to hold him still so I don't die from his unending thrusts. But it doesn't stop him. He rocks into me harder as his lips meet mine. I can barely breathe but all I want to do is kiss him, taste him, feel him as he starts to come apart with me.

I wrap my arms around his neck and tug on his hair, separating our mouths just enough to whisper, "Harder."

His thrusts lengthen, hitting me deeper than before, and I reward him with new, desperate sounds. I'm riding the wave like he taught me, keeping my pleasure just below the pinnacle.

"Fuck me harder," I say against his lips.

He kisses me feverishly as his grip on my shoulder tightens with his pace. I can't hold back my whimpering moans any longer. Jasper eats up the sounds, and a deep trill vibrates in his chest. His movement becomes frenzied, and I know he's chasing release.

"Come in me," I cry.

Jasper buries his face against my neck, and I feel his fangs, but he doesn't bite down.

"Fill my pussy like you promised," I urge him on.

He growls, his strokes getting erratic and sloppy. Then heat spills inside me in pulsing waves. He trembles as his hips slow. Finally, he pulls away from my shoulder, his teeth dragging across my skin as if he longs to puncture me and taste my blood. He licks his lips and pants as he rests his forehead on mine, still rocking into me gently.

I cup his cheek. "You were still holding back the beast, weren't you?"

He pants a few more times, then nods. "It took considerable effort to remain in control when you demanded I come in you." He smiles weakly, eyes shut in bliss. "But I managed."

"Why?" I ask. I want him to show me all of him, not hide what he is.

He swallows and his breathing finally slows. "Your body was not made to withstand selkie mating."

"That feels like a challenge," I say with a grin.

His eyes pop open and he shakes his head. "It's not. I could seriously hurt you, Rei."

"This is why we both have healing magic."

He huffs. "It's not happening."

I plant both hands on his cheeks and look him sternly in the eyes. "All of you is beautiful. I want to love all of you, especially the form you were born to."

"I could cut you with my sharp claws, or the ridges on my back. I will bite you, and I won't be thinking about whether you're human and you can handle the crushing depths. I will be lost in a mating frenzy, my primal need to rut you. I could drown you. There's a hundred different ways I might accidentally kill you. I'd never forgive myself…"

I sigh. "I'm sure there's some kind of selkie magic that can help me not drown, and if not selkie, there will be human magic, or potions, or technology. And there's a potion I can take to increase the toughness of my skin, though it takes a few weeks to grow the extra layers. I'm willing to commit to that. I want to have you as you really are, and I won't take no for an answer."

He grunts and flops down on top of me with all his weight. I can't help but laugh. He's throwing a tantrum about sex.

"Jasper," I giggle, pushing on his shoulders. "Don't make me beg. I will."

He lifts his head a measure. "On your knees?"

"All chained up."

He hums in delight and kisses my neck. "Maybe, but only if it's truly safe."

I wrap my arms around him and nuzzle his dark hair. "We'll make sure of it."