Chapter 12

chapter

twelve

JOEY

Oh.

My.

God.

This man is going to kill me. But what a way to go. He picks up my limp body as if I weigh nothing, cradles me to him and walks out of the room. Down a narrow and dark hall and finally into a bedroom. It's small, but tidy. Also modern and sleek like the dining area, with shiny surfaces and no decorations.

He lays me gently onto the bed and I sprawl myself out, completely unselfconscious about my body for the first time in my life. The hungry look Kael is giving me and that giant bulge in his pants clearly reveal his desire for me.

Me!

I'm not going to question it anymore. Maybe it's finally my turn to get the hot guy. Maybe next week I'll win the lottery too.

He reaches behind him and pulls his shirt up and over his head. Why is that move always so sexy? My mouth goes dry. How is it possible for him to get hotter?

I've already seen him without a shirt. And of course I've seen "perfect" man chests with abs on TV and in movies. Magazines too. Like the cover of those fitness magazines for men with the shirtless guy rocking the elusive eight-pack. Because six-packs are so last year. I prop myself up on my elbows to get a better look.

His isn't a body sculpted at a gym. This is a body hewed through rough physical labor. He's broad and cut in a way only professional athletes can attain. Like he said, he is a warrior, and he very much looks the part.

I could stare at his chest all day. His rounded shoulders, the broad chest with those flat penny-colored nipples and those washboard abs. Even the scars add to his allure, reminding me that he is strong and protective and ruled by an innate need to protect the greater good.

But then his nimble fingers move to his pants, and he starts pulling them off. Okay, so he's going commando. Excellent. No suspense for me to find out that—holy shit—his dick is enormous. It had felt big pressed up against me, but this is like porn star big.

I know it'll fit—because I'm not an idiot and if women can birth nine-pound babies, then a larger than average penis will fit inside the same channel. That said, I've never birthed a baby or had a penis that big inside me. So fit it might, but it might also be a smidge painful.

Still, I can't take my eyes off of it. Long and thick and jutting out perfectly towards me with that fat mushroomed tip. Veins run down the length of the shaft and I'm so ready to put my hands on him. Or my mouth. Or my pussy.

My pussy walls clench at that thought.

He reaches down and grips his cock, his big hand wrapping around that huge member.

Damn, that's sexy.

It's then that I notice the skin below the head of his cock is thicker. Encircling the entirety of the first inch of his shaft. It doesn't detract from the attractiveness of his dick, but it is out of the ordinary. Oh God, I hope it's not a tumor. That would be terrible. Is there such a thing as penile cancer? I know there's testicular.

I point to it. "What's that?"

One of his fingers rubs across the rise of skin. "This is my swell. I believe when I read the human romance manual, the men and their small penises did not have this."

Wow, there's a lot to unpack in that sentence. But if it's not cancer, I mean if he's had it checked out, then I'm ready to feel that monster inside me.

"When we mate, the swell emits a bonding current that will help us complete our union. It is there for a reason, a purpose, and I have been told that women very much enjoy the feel of it inside them."

"Well, sure. More texture and whatnot is always a welcome addition," I say, thinking of all the sex toys I've seen that have added nodules and other projectile elements. "But you're not sick?"

"I am the picture of health."

"Excellent." I lie back again and open my arms to invite him closer.

Then he's coming towards me. He puts one knee on the bed and leans over to kiss me again. Lowering himself on top of me, we make out and, damn, does he feel good. The right amount of heat. The right amount of weight. The right amount of everything.

I widen my legs trying to get his cock in just the right place. He rocks his pelvis and that hard monster slides right up my clit.

I moan and kiss him hard, threading my fingers into his hair. Again and again he rubs himself against me, coating himself in my juices. One more rock against me and I go off again like a damn firework. My clit pulses against him while the waves of pleasure shatter outward.

Then he notches himself right at my entrance and slowly enters me. Inch by inch. It seems to take forever. I feel stretched and it pinches a little, but once he's fully seated inside me, my body adjusts. I can't really feel much of a difference from his swell since he's already so damn large.

He leans up a little, cups my face, looks me directly in the eyes and starts moving. Sliding himself nearly all the way out, then pushing back in. Over and over until I think my eyes cross. And he never breaks contact with my gaze.

"Why are you vibrating? Damn, that feels amazing," I say.

"That is my swell releasing the bonding current."

Now I notice the pressure from the swell, brushing right against my g-spot. The vibrations only serve to intensify every sensation. I'm going to come far too soon. I really want this to last.

My neck heats, sending shivers down my breasts. My peaked nipples rub against his hard chest, and still he fucks me, his pace steady and unrelenting.

"Minka, you feel so good." His voice is raw and rough and so thick with lust and desire that a fresh surge of arousal floods my pussy.

It's so good. So damn good. I'm going to come again. I've never climaxed during sex before, so I'm not sure what to expect. But with him simultaneously massaging my g-spot and grinding against my clit with his pelvic bone, there's no way I won't come. Unless he blows first.

But he shows no signs of slowing.

Over and over he pushes in and out of me as I climb higher and higher. Feeling as if any moment I might just split in half. His mesmerizing green eyes hold mine.

I shatter. A massive, intense orgasm that starts inside my vagina, radiating from my g-spot and out to the rest of my body. I can't suppress the scream I let lose. It's crazy how good it feels.

Then at the tail end of my climax, his starts. I feel the hot jets of semen inside me. "Joey, my Joey." Then he says something in a foreign tongue. I don't know what it is, but the sound of his voice using those syllables is melodic.

"Holy shit. I had no idea sex could be like that," I say.

"Nor did I," he mumbles, his face snuggled into the curve of my neck.

Then I recall something he said earlier: I have been told that women very much enjoy the feel of it inside them.

"Kael?"

He leans up and kisses my lips, then gives me a devastating smile. "Yes, Minka?"

"Have you ever had sex before? I'm just asking because something you said earlier makes me think that you didn't have a lot of experience. Which does not make sense at all because I'm sure wherever you go, women proposition you.

His intense gaze searches my face. "We were bonded as children. Once the bond starts, the male, in particular, will not find anyone other than his mate sexually attractive. I have been waiting for you a long time; many of those years I doubted I'd ever see my pretty girl with the red curls and the warmest of eyes."

Oh … those are such pretty words.

So pretty and perfect I wouldn't be able to believe them, if not for the way he looks at me as he says it.

Who is this man and where did he come from?

As I drift off to sleep in his arms, I wonder, for just a second, what the future holds. I don't have any illusions that a guy like this is in it for the long term. This is just a perfect fantasy one-night stand.

After all my years of planning for the future, for the first time ever, I'm too content to care what tomorrow brings.