Mated to the Warrior Beast

210 Take the Time – Part 2*

~ JAYAH ~

Jayah was a mass of sensation, a bundle of raw nerves, a shuddering, shivering ball of pleasure.

Skhal wouldn’t be denied. Murmuring her name through heavy, hitching breaths, he resisted any attempt she made to snap his leash and speed things up.

His hips pressed her into the furs, his hands teased and touched, stroked and soothed, and always he took her slowly, slowly, slowly so that the small hairs raised all over her body until every touch was a tingling ripple of pleasure in her skin.

Breath harsh and tearing, her chest heaved, which only pressed her nipples harder against his chest, or his hand, or his tongue.

She couldn’t stop trembling, the quivers coming from deep within her, vibrating out through her veins—a fire that blazed hot and cold until she could barely think.

And still he wouldn’t stop—or speed up.

As he entered her again—still so slowly, his hips gave a quick, sharp thrust right at her limits. Her breath came in a tiny cry as he dragged a hand down to follow the round of her ass, then drew his fingers up the back of her thigh—so slowly, tracing just with fingertips so that her skin rose in goosebumps and he chuckled when she whimpered.

Then he did it again, but this time traced the line inside her thigh, almost where they joined.

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The combination of him filling her and teasing her together made her clench—which only made that slow draw even more pleasurable—but finally, finally threatened to break Skhal’s control.

As she tightened around him, he made a small, strangled noise and dropped to one elbow braced over her shoulder. His next thrust was slightly faster, and Jayah smiled, her head still back, neck arched and throat open to him.

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He did not disappoint.

Breathing her name, he started at that hollow between her collarbones, using just the tip of his tongue to draw a cold line up to the point of her throat—just as he thrust into her again.

He continued to ease back slowly, forcing her to wait for him, but now he took her quickly, a tiny grunt each time, his breath holding, then rushing out when he pulled back.

Jayah gripped him, hands clawed in his back, her fingers following the lines of his shoulder blades, and that dip that traveled the length of his spine. She tried to tease him as he had her—letting just the tips of her fingers trace along his skin. But when he thrust into her, her fingers clawed and dug and he gave a little growl of pleasure.

“Skhal,” she gasped. “This is… I need…”

“I know,” he rumbled, his deep voice warm with pleasure, but tight with his restraint as well. “I just want it to last.”

She sighed and dragged both hands up to his hair, gripping it and pulling his head back so she could lift hers to kiss his throat, sucking and teasing with her tongue as he gasped and shuddered and his hips began to pump against his will.

“Take your time,” she whispered against his Adam’s apple. He growled and Jayah gave a small laugh—until he slid a hand to her lower back and pulled her hard against him when he thrust the next time.

Her breath stopped.

He did it again.

And again.

Suddenly, they were moving—still not quickly, but steadily, barely breathing, their skins pebbled and tight. He always drew back slowly, but not as far now. He trembled with need and Jayah trembled with frustration and together they began to shake.

Curling his hand into her hair, cupping it over her head, he kissed her deeply, his tongue demanding, insistent. Then he finally raised his head and met her eyes, his blazing.

“Hold onto me, beautiful.”

Jayah nodded quickly and gripped his shoulders as he groaned, then braced both elbows above her shoulders, and with a final line of kisses down her jaw, then her chin, then her throat, he opened his teeth over that sensitive, vulnerable skin… then let himself go.

It was an assault, a pounding demand, and Jayah was lost. Unable to do anything but hold on, she clung to his shoulders, locked her ankles behind his back and did her best to meet him, thrust for thrust, but soon, as a resonant call echoed in his chest and he threw his head back to press her hips into the furs, there was nothing she could do but hold on and give him resistance.

He gasped and groaned, calling her name, cursing, pleading with the Creator as they moved together, both mindless beyond the pleasure—completely unaware of the world.

Sparks flew at the edge of Jayah’s vision. She trembled with delight and shock, her body glittering and tingling, reaching. She couldn’t breathe, couldn’t move, couldn’t think. But her body was still reaching, stretching for that release that was clearly so close for him.

She pleaded for it silently, willing her body to come with her on this ride of joy—then sucked in a shocked breath when Skhal cupped that hand behind her knee, tugging to urge her to unlock her ankles then pulling that knee up almost to her chest, he arched back to shift the angle, and Jayah—invaded, assaulted, overwhelmed in pleasure, broke like a ripe melon, her body’s pleasure a wave crashing on the shore of him.

She called to him, trembling and arched, rigid as her body spiraled in pleasure… then slumped, clinging to him, her mouth open on his neck as he followed her over the edge with a tortured moan and shuddering, twitching breaths.

They rolled together, both panting, sheened in sweat, blinking and trying to find their bearings as their bodies slowly eased down from the peaks of pleasure.

There was a long moment of simply smiling—enjoying the weight of him pressing her into the furs, enjoying the fluttering afterglow of pleasure—before they moved again.

Eventually, when he’d caught his breath, Skhal rolled her onto her side so they faced each other, trailing his fingers up and down her back. “I meant to make that last longer,” he growled.

She laughed. “I think you would have driven me mad if you did,” she smiled, letting her fingers play in the rough stubble on his cheek.

“You would have been in good company if I had,” Skhal said, his tone suddenly dark.

Jayah tensed. “What are you talking about?”

Skhal sighed and shook his head, his eyes searching hers. “I’m talking about our Alpha who is… losing his mind. I fear, Jayah. I fear where he’ll lead us—and I fear what he might do if someone tries to take the reins of power from him to stop him. I fear… a great deal.”

Jayah sighed heavily. “He won’t lose his mind. You won’t let him. And others—there must be others close by who can advise him—”

“The problem isn’t getting good advice. The problem is whether he’ll listen.”

Jayah held her mate, breathing slowly, doing her best to let her heart slow rather than race. “The Creator brought us here for this time, Skhal. There has to be a reason for that. Don’t give up.”

Skhal sighed, then pushed up on his elbow to lean over her, searching her eyes. “Yes, He did. And… I fear, Jayah. I fear that it will be taken from us far too soon. But I want you to know… If this is the only time we’ve been given, if you are only mine for so short a time… I do not wish it away. I’ll take it. Whatever is left to us, whatever I’m allowed, to have you in my heart… I’ll take it.”