21. Chapter Twenty-one

Chapter Twenty-one

"I'm going upstairs," Jenna said. The smile and wink she threw at SaKura said it would be worth his while to follow her. She had until he got into the room to decide her life, her future, and even her death.

Deliberately she was shying away from any feelings for him. He was a friend she had sex with. He might even be a lover; someone she was getting to know. SaKura was the male she mated with, whether she liked it or not. All of them were sides of the truth, but they weren't the truth. Glimpses of her future came and went even as she denied them. Now she had to put them together like a hasty patchwork quilt. The edges weren't smooth, and the picture wasn't flawless. Large sections were missing, but there was enough for her to know what she needed to do. The end where she lived or died was missing. This was all up to her.

SaKura stopped in their doorway, watching her. She took the time to categorize all the things she liked about him. When she was a child, she never understood how Bella fell in love with the monster. Maybe because she lived with a monster (the sperm donor)? Now she understood monsters came in different classes, and she understood how Bella fell in love with the beast. She'd have to remember to tease her sister if she made it through what was coming. She looked at his horns. Were they sensitive? Why hadn't she touched them before? Those strange eyes made her heart flutter. She liked the way his face was shaped and the strong column of his neck. His chest and his abs thrilled her, and his thick arms held her gently. All of it appealed to her.

"Are your horns sensitive?" She was done looking. She wanted to touch.

"Why don't you find out for yourself?" He walked over to the bed and stripped, much to her pleasure. Not to be beaten, she stood on the bed and stripped out of what she was wearing, kicking her clothes to the floor. Later could be tomorrow, the next day, or two hours from now. Whenever it came, she'd pick them up.

SaKura laid down on his back, his hands over his head and fingers laced tightly together. SaKura laid his body out like an erotic jungle gym, and he handed her an all-star pass to play with him and ride that ride. She licked her lips, feeling like she was dry and needed water. This wasn't what she imagined, but it was what she wanted. How the heck did he know her so well?

A kiss would be the first thing. It only seemed right. That's why she didn't do it. Maybe she was just different from the everyday woman. It was his feet that were calling to her. They were always naked and somehow they were always clean. Unlike hers, she always had to wash them.

"It amazes me how you guys keep your feet clean." Yep, she called him and Rakha guys, because she no longer thought of them as things that went bump in the night. He had four toes and thick nails that she knew could grow and become deadly claws. He had a fifth something. It wasn't a big toe like she had, but it must keep him balanced since he didn't have a tail. Her fingers played with his toes, noticing they were sensitive.

Her thumb traced the contour of his foot and he pulled away from her, making a low, gruff sound.

"Oh, My God! You're ticklish." She dived onto his legs, chasing his feet.

"That's ridiculous." They fought over his feet, making them both laugh until he gave up with a sigh, letting her play with his feet and finding out what strange and delicious sounds she could get out of him.

She kissed each foot before she went to his ankles, showering want and need on them before tracing up to his calves. She loved the thickness and how the muscles contracted and relaxed, in stark contrast to men she knew in the past. He was strong, and she knew that. He could walk or run for miles. If asked what she wanted in a man, lover, or husband, she would have said someone weak like her.

She'd never thought of herself as strong until she saw herself through SaKura's eyes. She kissed, nipped, and licked his calves. Her hands went over them like she was a tailor measuring them for an outfit, but she was feeling him up. His power appealed to her, making her wet and needy. She went up to his thighs. She bet he could crack a walnut with them. Hell, he could break her, but he never would. This is what it felt like to hold raw power in her hands. She knew that if she wanted, she could direct him because she was his mate, his frya. It was exhilarating and dangerous. She needed to be trustworthy and not misuse the gift of her mate.

Thank you. That was for the voices in her head who had given SaKura to her. Were they gods? She didn't know and most times didn't care. She played with his thighs. First, there were soft touches just enough to make his muscles contract, but not enough to give him the pressure he was looking for. She looked up to see his eyes were bright and there was a sheen of need in them. She chuckled to herself. Not yet, baby.

She deepened the pressure, watching him as his muscles contracted and she knew he was reacting to her. Her heavy breasts felt heavier, and her nipples hardened like a piece of ripe fruit. Leaning over, she rubbed them against his thighs. A growl of need came from him. That was the sound she wanted to hear. Her pussy wept with need, but she put it on lockdown. Not yet, you wanton hussy. A laugh escaped. There was never a thought that this could be her reality.

She continued kissing up his thighs until she came to his cock. It was jutting straight up with the barest curve to the right. Saliva pooled in her mouth. She wanted to slurp it. Instead, she played with his kalea, that strange layer of skin that she knew would flare up and keep them locked together. Sometimes for mere minutes, other times for hours. She never knew what was going to happen when her male came inside of her. What she knew was that she'd never get tired or complacent about having sex or making love to him.

There, she said, making love and the world didn't end.Her fear of having a deeply intimate relationship had come to an end. She fingered his Kalea before she gave in and sucked on the head of his cock that was leaking pre-cum. It wasn't white and that fascinated her. It was more of a lavender color.He wasn't human, why should his come be human? Giving his cock one final lick, she moved up before she spent the rest of the night worshipping it.

She snuggled her nose into the tougher skin where hair would be on a human and licked the striations there. They probably had a meaning. She placed kisses around his cock and moved up to his abs, tracing them with her fingers and tongue. She loved the way his body was hills and valleys. SaKura is what she never thought she'd be attracted to or want. Now that she had him… Her hand convulsed at her side because it wasn't fair that she'd lived through hell only to have to give up her reward.

"You're thinking too much, my frya." She was and knew it. Jenna lifted and her breasts swung. Her nipples caressed his abs. How could pressing against his abs bring her so much pleasure more than when her breasts played peek-a-boo with his rock-hard thighs?

"I don't understand how you turn me into a pile of mush. Whenever I touch you, all I want is more." Jenna's voice was laced with need and a bit of frustration. This gorgeous male turned her into a kitten that only wanted to purr and rub against him. She proved her point by lying on him and rubbing her body over his. She wanted his scent on her. It needed to be so deep that it seeped out of her pores. Anyone around her with an advanced sense of smell would know they were scenting SaKura and Jenna mixed as one.

"One day you'll understand that we are no longer two. We are one person split apart into two bodies. Thank God, this way I won't spend all eternity pleasure sharing with myself." She loved his dry sense of humor that always took her by surprise. A long, high-pitched laugh came from her. That's when she knew. Every doubt she had was laid to rest.

He tickled her stomach to keep her laughing. He loved how carefree looked on her. His hand went to her nipple and tweaked it. She loved the feeling of his fingers that were rough. She thought he'd have soft hands since he was the crown elect. Her pussy started weeping and flowing down her thighs. He lifted her as if she were a feather and his mouth went to one of her nipples, sucking it in deep. She moaned and his teeth nipped before he went to the other one. Jenna threw her head back and groans of pleasure ripped from her.She wanted a lifetime of this.

He turned her around and placed her on her knees. SaKura's fingers stroked down her back, making her shiver in need, and then his nails followed the same course. When he was done, she was hyper-sensitive. This was what she always wanted with him. It was what she needed from him. She was no longer in her head, drowning in her thoughts of what was to come. In her mind were sexy thoughts of what he was going to do with her on her knees. His hands went under her body to pinch both her nipples, and she growled. It was a legitimate growl, one she picked up from her mate that her human vocal cords could imitate.

"Did you want something, mate?" He was kissing and licking her neck and then his teeth were piercing her shoulder. She felt hot liquid pierce her body from his teeth. What the hell was that?

"Are you going to make me beg?" She couldn't get the words out. She was panting from the pleasure of his teeth. The initial pain faded as her head filled with sensations that made her feel like she was going to explode with bliss.

"Not beg, ask. Tell me what you need." His voice rolled in her head, taking her one step closer to nirvana.

"I need…" Wait, was he talking in her head? Was she talking in his? "Am I talking in your head and hearing you in mine?" She held her breath. This was a fantasy, right?

"You are. It's the last seal on our mating." She knew he was right, even though it wasn't making sense to her. How come she didn't know they were telepathic, or they were with their mates? She asked him the question to make sure he could hear her, and she wasn't imagining this.

"We don't talk about it because it only happens with our mates, not someone we choose to spend our lives with who isn't the other half of our soul. " He was talking to her, but his hands were doing things to her clit that made her want to explode. How he kept his thoughts together was amazing.

"Can you talk to anyone else?" She didn't care. She reached beneath her and took his cock in her hand, sliding her wet pussy over the tip.

"Anyone… presumably my brother since Bella is his mate. Better things…" She almost laughed. He wasn't keeping it together.

A screech of pleasure came out when he took her hips, pulling her backward as he thrust. The feel of his cock parting her folds and sliding against the walls of her pussy as he thrust deeper was too much for her to take. Her mind went on a journey of bliss. Every touch and stroke from SaKura left Jenna feeling over-sensitized and greedy for more. The sounds of her moans took her higher and every growl and low roar that came from him tripped across her nerves, making her want him more. He synchronized his thrusts with hers, targeting every sensitive spot in her pussy until he discovered her ‘G' spot. That special place she always thought was a myth.

The scream that tore from her was loud, and it begged for her to make that sound again. When SaKura realized he found the spot that made her act like a wild wonton animal, he hit it repeatedly. She came out of her skin, becoming the air she breathed and the blood that kept her alive. She was an angel in heaven and a fairy on the breeze. Jenna was a live wire that could kill or show you immeasurable pleasure. She was the earth and the rain. The wind and the thunder. She was. SaKura graced her with his presence becoming the yin to her yang always there caging her in, so she didn't lose herself or her way in this new world.

Her heart burst with unimaginable joy, and she felt it like high tide. The role of her orgasm took her over. It burst upon the scene, and Jenna was lost in a tidal wave of pleasure. This was the end. How could a human experience so much and live through it? Then SaKura was there with her, holding her tight as they were swept away, and she knew that in his arms she'd be safe. She released the hold on herself and allowed the pleasure, the bliss, the chance to visit Nirvana and walk free when it was over to claim her. This, she wanted all this and more with the male she loved.