Without Regret (Pyte/Sentinel #2)(71)

When she gripped his shaft and took the head into her mouth he stumbled forward and was forced to slap his hands against the windows or fall. He gasped for air as she traced the slit with her tongue and wrapped her lips around the head of his c**k and sucked.

Hard.

All too soon the intense pleasure turned painful again.

His dick hardened and his balls pulled up tightly demanding release and he knew he was f**ked. He might never have had sex before, but he knew that he needed release and that he wasn’t going to find it this way. At least not right now.

There wasn’t much he remembered from Eric’s awkward Sentinel sex talk they’d had almost eleven years ago, but he did remember Eric explaining that he needed to be inside of his mate for the first release so the seal could break. He still wouldn’t be able to bring himself to release after this, but she’d be able to do it in any way her little heart desired, he remembered with a pained groan.

He pulled out of Izzy’s hot wet mouth, unable to take any more. Without a word he picked her up and placed her on the hood of the car. It was only then that he realized something was wrong with her.

“What’s wrong?” he asked through clenched teeth as his c**k tightened impossibly further, demanding that he finish this.

Izzy noticeably squeezed her thighs tightly together.

“It hurts.”

“Shh, I’m going to take care of it. Trust me,” he said, forcing himself to be gentle as he laid her back on the hood of the car.

As he reached for her another frightening thought occurred to him, one that he knew he wouldn’t ignore no matter how much pain he was in at the moment. He leaned over her, resting his elbows on the hood of the car on either side of her stomach as he fought to get control of his breathing and will the pain away.

He couldn’t remember anything hurting this much in a very long time. His balls to the tip of his c**k throbbed, sending shock wave after shock wave of pain throughout his body. His hands clenched into fists as he dropped his head between Izzy’s beautifully flushed br**sts as he desperately fought for control.

Even if he wanted to stop now, and he did, they’d gone too far now. Their bodies were demanding they finish the mating and unify their souls and all he wanted to do was get as far away from her as he could now that the pain had helped him think a little more clearly.

He’d f**ked up big time by touching her and he knew he was paying the price. There would be no backing away now. They needed to finish this or it would get worse, much worse. If only he’d remembered that little tidbit of information earlier he could have saved himself a lot of trouble.

“Chris?” she said, sounding close to tears as she hugged his head tightly to her chest. “It hurts!”

“I can’t do anything about it until I get a condom,” he said tightly. They needed to find a store, now. As it was his selfcontrol was dissolving as he laid in her arms.

She felt so good, so warm, he thought as he reached between them with a shaky hand and for the first time in his life stroked himself. He knew it wouldn’t do any good, in fact it would probably make things worse for him, but he couldn’t help himself.

It felt so f**king good, he thought as he licked his way to Izzy’s right nipple and ran the flat of his tongue over it before he pulled it between his lips and suckled it.

“You don’t need one!” Izzy practically screamed as her h*ps rolled up against him.

“Yes. I. Do,” he bit out angrily around a mouthful of breast. One thing he would never f**k with was the risk of getting her pregnant. He didn’t want kids and he sure as hell didn’t want a reason to be forced to keep her.

“No, you don’t,” she stressed, grabbing fistfuls of his hair and yanked until he released her breast to look at her.

“I don’t want kids, Munchkin,” he snapped even as his eyes latched onto the other nipple that sorely needed his attention. He licked his lips as he stroked faster.

“And I’m trying to tell you that I can’t have kids, ass**le. Now either f**k me or get the hell out of my way so that I can find someone who will!”

Something in him snapped at the thought of her letting another man touch her. He dropped his hand away and moved off her so that he could open her pants. Once he pulled the zipper down he didn’t waste time. He yanked her pants down six inches and pressed her legs forward until her knees touched her br**sts and exposed her pu**y.

His dick jumped approvingly as he ran his eyes over the short trimmed wet golden curls covering her swollen pink lips. As much as he would love to find out how sweet she was he needed to put them both out of their misery. He just hoped this didn’t add to the pain.

“Please, Chris!” she sobbed wildly as she squirmed.

“You better not be lying to me about not being able to have children,” he bit out as he positioned himself between her legs.

“Feel free to call my doctor after this if you want. He can tell you all about my blocked tubes, but for right now I’d really appreciate it if you f**ked me!”

With a groan he thrust forward and buried himself to the hilt. His jaw clenched as pleasure wiped away the pain. She was so f**king wet and hot that he didn’t care when her walls suddenly clamped down tightly and refused to allow him even one thrust. Warmth spread down his spine the same time immense pleasured burst around his navel and shot to the tip of his dick. His knees buckled, forcing him to grab onto the hood of the car and hold on as his balls tightened along with the hold she had on him.