Free Mating Rights by Jaide Fox Page A

inside himself. “I don’t need a mate,
Jaxon. You don’t want one. It doesn’t mean we can’t do this.”
    His voice barely a
whisper, he said, “No.”
    “Yes.”
    She released his
bristled chin and pushed her hand down his chest until she found the tie
holding his breeches closed. The heat between them was so hot she thought he’d
burn her fingertips.
    Tension erupted in his
belly. The muscles jerked as she pulled on the lacing and unknotted the leather
tie with one hand.“Stop,” he said.
    They both knew he
didn’t want that.
    “Stop fighting me. I’m
going to take what I need from you, Jaxon,” she whispered as she pulled his
cock free. The moment her hand locked around the satiny sheath he gave a great
shuddering groan that she felt rumble her insides to pudding.
    Jaxon buried his face
against her temple, breathing in the scent of her skin. “Take me inside, Mali.”
    His capitulation
exhilarated her. Shocking thrills raced beneath her skin, lighting her on fire.
Blood pulsed in his cock, throbbing with desire.He
hitched her legs higher, dropping her ass into his hands. She felt cool night
air touch her skin. The wet folds of her womanhood parted as the shockingly
thick head pushed against her narrow entrance. Almost mindless, barely in
control, he dug his fingers into her ass cheeks and rutted through the tender
petals. The ache intensified, centering on their point of contact. Her breath
caught in her throat. Her heart pounded in her chest as blood roared through
her body in anticipation.
    “Now,” she sobbed. She
struggled to maneuver herself into a better position. Her fingers dug into him.
She bit her lip, trying to contain the need to cry out. “Please…”
    “You’ll regret this,”
he whispered one final time.
    The silken glide
ceased. He pushed. A thick, bulbous head pushed into her core. The mouth of her
pussy opened to receive him, but not enough. She couldn’t produce enough cream
to ease his passage, and he couldn’t stop himself to give her surcease.She wouldn’t take him stopping now, even if she
could.Locking her calves around his hips, she
pulled him in, aiding in his impalement of her body. The ache had to go away
somehow. Now.
    Mali cried out as he
thrust to the hilt and destroyed the barrier that marked her virginity. He
smothered her cry with his mouth. She tasted the desperation and regret in his
kiss. He sucked her tongue into his mouth—hard. He bit her until she swore she
tasted blood.Beyond the fleeting pain, that
desperate ache, which had only magnified, disappeared as if it had never been.
    Jaxon held still,
stretching her, trapping her to the feel of his body filling every available
inch.He tore his mouth from hers and kissed the
corners of her jaw. And then he moved.
    “Sweet gods above,
you’re killing me,” she said, biting back a moan as he withdrew almost to the
point of freedom and then came plunging back inside.
    “Rub your nubbin for
me,” he said.
    His shaft was so long
he could free enough space between them to allow her hand to slip down. She reached
the swollen nub, gasping as he crushed her hand against it and ground into her.
A forbidden thrill rushed her head, making her dizzy. She’d only dared touch
herself a few times before, when the heat had gotten so bad she couldn’t leave
the bed. She’d felt guilty for it, but at the same time it had felt so good.Now, with the added fullness and stimulation of him,
her feather-light strokes increased the tension winding her insides like a
coil.
    Jaxon bit her neck,
sucking a spot beneath her ear before he suddenly broke free and caught her
earlobe with his teeth. She felt herself edging toward bliss. Only with him,
everything felt too intense. She couldn’t stand it; couldn’t seem to drag
enough air into her lungs.She clenched her
thighs tight, ripping her hand free to hang onto his shoulders as she fell into
the mindless abyss of pleasure. Tingles erupted along her nerve endings. The
soles of her