Satisfaction spreads through me. As much as I love when he takes charge, a surge of power rushes through me with the roles reversed. I pin his arms down and he lets me, even though I know he could easily best me. I straddle his hips, lowering myself onto his stiff erection.
“Ride me, little lion. Show me how greedy you are for this cock.” He thrusts his hips up and I gasp when he hits my inner walls.
I snarl as I slide over his thick manhood, dig my nails into his forearms. I grind my clit down on the base of his shaft each time I sweep up.
Nash pants, sweat gathering at his trimmed hairline, but he doesn’t surrender to his own pleasure. He watches me intently, fascination playing over his expression. I feel beautiful. Feral. Wondrous. I’ve never disliked my life as a shifter, but I’m not sure I’ve reveled in it before. In this moment, I wouldn’t trade who I am for anything.
A wild, dangerous beast in the body of a beautiful woman. I am glorious, sensuous power. I am victory.
I am queen of the jungle. Marked mate to Nash.
There’s no denying our bond. Not when I feel what he does to my animal. How he sets me free. Our bodies were made for one another.
Fate may have brought us together in the worst possible way, but he’s mine, and I’m his.
I throw back my head and clench my teeth down on a scream. The moment my muscles start to tighten around Nash’s cock, he throws off my hold on his arms and grips my hips, yanking me down over his cock with enough force to split me.
My eyes roll back in my head at the sheer ecstasy of it. The satisfaction.
Nash closes his mouth breaking off his shout and jacks his hips off the floor, lifting me into the air like I’m riding a bucking bronco.
A breathless laugh tumbles out of me when he collapses, limp, beneath me. I lower my head to kiss him.
Nash
I CARESS HER POWERFUL LEGS, the tight curve of her ass. She does the same, running her palms down my pecs with an approving murmur.
“So strong. Fighting suits you.”
“King of the Beasts,” I say. “That’s why that call me in the ring.”
“King,” her eyes light. “So that makes me your queen?”
Catching the nape of her neck, I draw her down for a kiss.
“Shhhh,” she goes quiet and listens and I hold still, my cock still inside her. She relaxes and rocks against me. It’s not Nolan. “Momma radar,” she says with a little smile. “You get it at birth and wake up at the slightest noise every night for the rest of your life.”
I consider this. Will I get some sort of similar dad ability? Or is it too late?
Then she rocks against me and I lose all ability to think.
“I told Nolan you’re his dad.”
I go perfectly still. In fact, I think my heart stops completely. “You did?” I sound choked.
“Yeah. He asked, and I just didn’t feel right lying. I know I asked you not to tell him, and I appreciate you honoring my request. But you don’t have to keep it secret anymore.”
I still don’t know how to breathe. “Yeah? What’d he say?”
“He asked me if you’re going to live here.”
I watch her face closely for signs of what she thinks. What she wants. She’s hard to read. “It’s my duty to protect you whether you choose to let me stay or not.”
Her eyes narrow. “Are you here out of duty or desire?”
I grasp her hips and thrust my semi-hard cock inside her. “Do you have to ask?”
She’s not having it. She shifts to the side and dismounts. “I mean for Nolan.” She doesn’t look at me when she says it.
My gut twists up in a knot. I climb to my feet and dispose of the condom.
I don’t fucking know.
I don’t know the answer to that question. I don’t have a clue how to be a father. Before I chased them down, I was barely surviving.
“I want to do what’s right by my son,” I choke. That’s the truth.
She folds her arms across her chest. “That’s not the same thing,” she snaps.
I hold my hands up. “Whoa. Whoa. I’m not saying I don’t want to be a father to him. I do. Please remember I only found out about his existence a few days ago. If I’m not ready to pin the Father of the Year badge on it’s because I don’t have a fucking clue how to be that for him. That’s all.”
Her shoulders drop. “You’re right. I understand. Forgive me, I’m just protective of Nolan.”
I walk over and pull her into my arms. “Of course you are. I wouldn’t expect anything else. We’ll take things slow, okay? For now, I can sleep on the couch and guard you both. The rest we’ll figure out.”
She melts into me, wrapping her arms around my waist. “Thank you,” she murmurs against my shirt.
I stroke her soft curls. “Thank you, baby. I’m just grateful you’re letting me in the house. Not that I didn’t love having your neighbor shoot at me.”
She giggles and smiles up at me and I catch my breath and how fresh and beautiful she still looks. Like Data-X never happened.
Meanwhile, I’ve withered to a shell of a man, haunted by flashbacks and urges for violence.
Nolan and Denali deserve so much better than what I have to offer.
I sure as hell hope I don’t fuck this up.