Jonas (Darkness #7)(42)

“Good.” She slapped him across his butt, and then again on his shoulder. He could hear her breathing speeding up. Hear her excitement. She loved being in control. He loved when someone else took the reins. She felt free, and he was free within the confinement. She needed to hold the power to escape her past, and he needed someone to rein him in to quell the violence raging in him from his. They fit perfectly. They were made for each other.

“I love you,” he said without meaning to. “I want to mark you.”

The leather paddle hovered in the air as she stared down at him. Incredulity and uncertainty mingled on her face. “What did you say?”

“Nothing,” he said quickly. He dropped his head. He didn’t even know how she felt—if she felt anything. He could’ve just been her meal-ticket out of her situation.

Way to jump the gun you idiot!

He felt the sting of the paddle. “What did you say?”

To his silence he felt it again. And again. More violent now. He felt her power humming through him. His dick was so hard it was painful.

“Tell me!”

“I love you and I want to mark you,” he blurted. “Please touch me, baby. Please.”

The paddle dropped to his side in a collection of dull thunks. One of her palms slapped the top of his head and pushed his head back. Before he could blink, she bent to his neck in a rush. Her hot breath soaked into his skin before her teeth bit into him. The sweet draw from her mouth was pleasure unlike he’d ever experienced. His eyes fluttered closed and he moaned.

She straightened up and walked quickly to the bed. Her perfect body settled into the middle with her legs bent and slightly spread. Her fingertips trailed down between her breasts. “I love you, too. And I accept.”

Something washed over Jonas. A primal need to take his female. To make this female his. Forever.

He rose on smooth joints and eyed her pale skin amid his crimson sheets. His cock pulsed. His stomach twisted with anticipation. His senses sharpened. A thrill coursed through his body.

Her breath quickened as he approached. Wariness flashed in her eyes before heat-soaked desire took its place.

Mine.

In a gush of speed, Jonas was on her. He pushed her body into the mattress, trapping her under him. Her thighs were pushed wider to accommodate his size. He captured her wrists and held them above her head. With a quick thrust, he entered her fully, stretching her to fit his size. Her heart rapped against his chest. The vein at her neck throbbed.

“You’re mine.” He almost didn’t recognize his voice through the possessive gruffness. Through the raw, unyielding desire. “Forever.”

He bit into her neck and took her blood in greedy gulps. He thrust into her repeatedly, hard and fast, feeling the friction of her body against his sensitive skin. He took his prize as the animalistic secretion in his skin permeated hers. He was laying his mark. If anyone touched her from this day on, he’d kill them without asking questions.

“Yes,” Emmy sighed.

Jonas pumped into her harder. Into his female. Her heat, her wetness, overcame him. He drew once more on her neck, savoring that wild, battle-laden taste. His hard length seared into her soft depths. Faster and harder. His skin slapped off of hers. His bed squealed in protest.

“Yes, Jonas. Please, yes!”

“Take more of mine,” he commanded. He bent so she could reach his neck.

Her draw was such succulent pleasure. It reached down through the core of him. An orgasm rocked his body. He emptied himself into her as she trembled in completion under him. The last of his mark settled firmly into her. His lips sought hers with a deep, lingering kiss.

After they were done, she shifted a tiny bit to get comfortable with his weight, and stroked his back. “It’s kind of late to ask, but are you sure?”

Jonas huffed out a laugh. “I was thinking of asking you the same thing, but I was worried you’d say no.”

“I’m not worried. Not at all. You don’t scare me. I don’t mind when you overcome my strength—it’s hot. I don’t care if you get bossy, or command me—I know you. I feel like I’ve known you all my life. I worried that once you got me home, though, you wouldn’t want me.”

“I should’ve waited. I should’ve let you have a taste of your freedom before I shackled you.”

“You are my freedom. I hope I can give you a baby.”

“It doesn’t matter. If you do or don’t, it doesn’t matter. I have you. And I’m an uncle, of sorts. That is more than I’d ever thought I’d have. I’m the happiest in this moment than I have ever been. And if you tell Charles any of this, I will never speak to you again.”

Emmy blurted out a laugh. “I’m excited to get to know your friends. They aren’t what I’m used to.”

“They aren’t what anyone’s used to. Trust me. And that’s how I know that I fit in this life. With them. Where I am. I’ve finally found a real home.”

Epilogue

I leaned back in the overstuffed sofa as my twin three-year-olds fought over some stupid toy drum. Why Charles insisted on giving them the loudest presents he could find, I did not know, other than he thought it was outrageously funny. Which it wasn’t.

“Mommy!” Sabrina yelled. “He took my drum!”

“Share, you guys!” I shouldn’t yell at them. I knew this. It was not only frowned upon, but also terrible parenting. But seriously: I’d been hounded by Toa all day about my and Stefan’s duty to move up to at least Regional; I’d dealt with a huge fight of humans versus non-humans; and I’d found some dumb kid in the park playing with circles and trying to call demons. Thank God the kid was a nitwit and had no sense whatsoever or he might’ve succeeded. Instead, he lost two days of memory and all his silly witchcraft stuff. I was equally grateful he didn’t notice Charles and Jonas because it meant I didn’t have to take him into our fold and train him with magic.