Free Inequities by Jambrea Jo Jones Page B

looked uncomfortable with the situation, but to his credit, said nothing. Greycen had stopped talking too and looked at his mate. Peter didn’t stay for long. He went back up the stairs. Greycen’s eyes followed him until he was out of sight.
    “Give him time.” Russ shut the door on Greycen and moved Vivian to the bed.
    She was beautiful in her slumber, but if Vivian didn’t wake soon he’d have to call in a doctor before taking her to her homeland. But things would be true and right from this moment on. He wouldn’t let her leave his sight for a solid month. Maybe longer. The image of her tied to his bed had his cock throbbing in his pants. He chided himself for having sexual thoughts while she lay so still.
    “Come on my little vixen. Wake up. Open those blue eyes.” Russ ran his hands over her body. He still couldn’t find anything that would cause her to not wake up. She had a small knot on the back of her head, but it wasn’t bleeding.
    What Russ wouldn’t give to be wrapped in her arms. He never should have fought as hard as he did in the beginning. It was unnatural to deny your mate. Now look where he was. Lying in a bed with an unconscious mate. Russ stroked her face and ran his thumb over her lips. He remembered them on his skin. Kissing him. He nuzzled into her neck.
    Wait. Her pulse. Russ kissed her throat and her heartbeat sped up. She was reacting to him on a subconscious level.
    “Baby? Wake up now. You’re safe. Please.” Russ willed her eyes to open.
    Russ knew it was in his power to force her awake, but he nearly screamed for joy when her eyes fluttered. It took a minute for her to fully wake up. When she did, she scrambled up the bed like she was running.
    He soothed her as best he could.
    “Vivian. Honey. You’re safe.” He let his fingers trail up her leg.
    Hoping his touch would ground her. Vivian looked around like she expected to see someone other than him. That bastard would pay for the terror he put her through.
    “R-Ryerson?” Vivian squeaked out and threw herself into his arms.
    It was like coming home. She was his very soul.
    “You’re safe. Greycen is on guard duty. You’re safe.” He repeated his words in hopes they would penetrate her fog of panic.
    “Safe.” She burrowed in closer nuzzling his neck. “Oh, my god. Are you okay?” Vivian ran her hands over his body. Inspecting him the way he had her earlier.
    He cock was getting hard having her fingers touch him.
    “We’re both safe. A little banged up, but good. You’re good. And mine. You’re not leaving my sight again.”
    “As long as the same goes for you,” she whispered against his lips. “Make me feel alive, Russ. I need you. Please.”
    “This might not be the best—you just—that is—fuck. Vivi .” She’d bitten his neck. Hard.
    Russ arched his body up to hers. Right. Enough talk.
    Russ gently untangled himself from Vivian and placed her on the bed. She started to protest, but he laid a finger over her lips. He stood up and peeled off his clothes. Layer by layer unveiling himself to his mate. She licked his lips and he could swear he felt it in his dick. It pulsed, wanting in to her warm wet heat.
    “Mine,” he stated.
    “Yours,” she answered, her voice roughed from her screams.
    Russ didn’t want to think about the pain she’d been in. What had caused her to yap in agony? Vivian would tell him in her own time. He moved closer to the bed.
    Vivian took control. She pushed him down and crawled up his body. She took his mouth in a hard kiss. Biting and nibbling then licking to soothe his swollen lips.
    Her mouth trailed down his body, stopping at his nipples. Russ held her close to his heart as she lapped and nipped. Anything for her.
    “Take what you need.”
    “I need you,” she whispered against his stomach.
    He didn’t let go of her head, guiding her down his body. Her tongue dipped into his belly button. He tried not to squirm. She hummed her pleasure and moved on.
    “I’m yours.