A Mate for Gideon (18 page)

She
nodded, stepping between his legs and wrapping her arms around him. “Then I
guess it’s okay.”

“Be
sure, Jenna. Be very sure.” His hands stayed on her waist.

“I’m
very sure.”

“Thank
fuck,” he growled. “Take off your clothes before I rip them.”

Jenna
swallowed and with shaking hands, she pulled off her sweater. Next to go was
her t-shirt and jeans. Until just her bra and panties were left.

“Everything,”
he growled. His voice impossibly deep.

She
licked her lips and nodded again.

His
eyes were glowing again. Eerily beautiful. He was beautiful. From the masculine
line of his jaw, to the small cleft in his chin. Even the deep frown made her
breath seize in her lungs.

He
snarled silently as her boobs spilled out as the cups of her bra fell away. To
think this was the one part of her body she had always felt a little
embarrassed about. She’d developed early as a teenager. Her chest just popped
out, and almost overnight. The boys in her class used
to tease her big time. Her mom always told her that it was because they were
attracted to her and didn’t know how to handle it.

Then
the older boys started asking her out. She hated the attention. She still hated
it when guys struggled to look her in the eyes. It happened often. She was more
than just a pair of boobs. Seeing how turned on Gideon was though, how his
heated gaze turned downright smoldering made her thankful that Mother Nature
had been generous.

Then
she snagged her g-string with her thumbs and slowly pulled them down her
thighs, taking her time before stepping out of them.

When
she looked back up, his whole body was tense. He gripped the bed so hard, she
thought she heard a tearing noise. “You are so fucking beautiful.” It sounded
like he strained to get the words out. “Come here.” He growled, sounding almost
vicious. If she didn’t know better she would be afraid.

Jenna
shook her head, feeling the corners of her mouth curl up.

He
made a pained noise.

“It’s
your turn to take off your clothes.” She felt daring.

Gideon
shook his head but removed his shirt. His muscles had muscles. She didn’t think
she would ever tire of seeing him like this. Broad shoulders, pecs that were
made for licking, abs so ripped that a girl could lose an eye. It would just
simply pop out from the ogling. “What about the pants?” Oh sweet Jesus. Her
eyes moved south where the head of his cock poked out above the rim of his
pants. Was that a drop of pre-cum on the tip? Her mouth turned dry.

Gideon
shook his head again. “The pants stay on or I will fuck you right now. I swear
to god, Jenna. There will be no holding back.”

“Sounds
good to me.” Her voice was breathy. So needy, it was obscene.

Gideon
made a sound somewhere between pain and frustration. “I need to prepare you.
Lie down and open your legs. Do it right now or so help me.” His eyes gleamed.
His throat worked. His chest heaved.

Jenna
did as he said.

“That’s
it.” He groaned as he crawled onto the bed, his eyes fixed between her legs. “You
have just about the sweetest pussy I have ever seen.”

Her
back bowed, just a little as his hot breath fanned her.

“Fucking
perfection.” Another low growl, so close this time that his lips brushed
against her sensitive flesh. She moaned, trying not to rock against him.

He
closed his mouth over her and sucked. She mewled and her back really bowed off
the bed.

Gideon
circled her clit with his tongue and then sucked. Circled, sucked, circled,
sucked. She was panting in no time.

He
gently pushed a finger inside her and she moaned before biting down on her lip.
Her eyes were wide.

He
pushed in deeper, slowly and carefully. Then he curled his finger upwards,
finding a spot inside her that caused her hips to buck and a god awful moan to
escape.

Gideon
chuckled against her before continuing his assault on her clit with his mouth
and on that spot with his finger…or was that two fingers? Her hips bucked
wildly and she was making the most ridiculous noises but she didn’t care
because everything was tightening, coiling and then she was exploding. Groaning
so deep that it hurt her throat, but she still didn’t care. Her orgasm spiraled
on and on. Her hips thrusting, her hands clenching, her eyes clamped shut.

“Oh
god!” She gasped, releasing her hold on his head. “I’m so sorry.” Her voice was
deep and breathy.

“Feel
free to hold onto me anytime.” His fingers were still inside her. Three of
them, maybe even four. Shit! He had said he needed to prepare her.

She
swallowed thickly as he pulled out and crawled over her. “You are very
receptive to my touch. Wrap your legs around me.”

She
did as he asked, feeling his hard length against the seam of her pussy.

Gideon
kissed her softly. He was breathing hard. “I’m going to”—he swallowed
thickly—“enter you now, Jenna. Stay calm, I’m big and you’re pretty small in
comparison. I’ll go as easy as I can.”

She
nodded.

“Lift
your knees higher,” he growled.

She
did as he said, feeling her hips tilt up.

His
cock nudged at her opening. “Yeah…” Gideon sighed. “…that’s it.” Then he pushed
into her with just his head.

Jenna
groaned. She already felt fuller than she ever had before. There was a light
stinging sensation.

Gideon
rocked out of her and pushed back in. He grit his teeth, breathing really hard.
He rocked back a second time, this time pushing in much further.

The
sting increased as she felt herself stretch. Jenna cried out and Gideon moaned.
His neck muscles were corded. There was some pain, but there was also pleasure,
it was a strange combination.

Then
he leaned his forehead against hers, making a pained noise.

“What
is it?” Her words came out in little pants.

Gideon
chuckled, the sound too deep and tense to be considered humorous. “I’m trying
not to come, Jenna,” he leaned back so that he could stare into her eyes. “It’s
never felt this good before. Never.” He closed his eyes for a few beats,
looking like he had died and gone to heaven. “It’s not just because you are so
ridiculously tight or wet as fuck.” He shivered. She felt it across his whole
body. “It’s because I’m with you. Inside you. A part of you and I never want to
fucking leave.”

Although
he hadn’t said the L-word, it was the most romantic thing she had ever heard.

“I
feel the same.” Pretty lame but it was hard to talk with him inside her.
Especially when he pushed the rest of the way home.

Eyes
locked, they both groaned. Gideon kissed her. He pulled her knees up higher as
he began to move. With deep, undulating rolls of his hips, he fucked her slowly
and carefully. He was a miracle worker, that was for damned sure. It felt too
good to be true. He pulled her knees a little higher and her eyes rolled back.

“Do
you feel that?” Gideon panted while keeping up the deep, circular motions.

“God
yeeessss!” A long drawn out moan. Her next orgasm was so close it was almost
impossible to talk.

“That’s
your g-spot, Jen.” Thrust, roll, thrust, roll. Deep and hard.

Her
answer was another moan.

“I’m
putting my name on it, Jenna…it’s fucking mine. Mine.” He growled as she
clenched around him while shouting his name. Her little fingers dug into him as
her pussy spasmed.

Instead
of stopping, he turned them onto their sides, positioning her in front of him,
so that he was at her back. Using his leg, he opened her, thrusting into her
with one hard thrust. “No more,” she cried.

“One
more.” He growled, continuing to fuck her, this time pulling all the way out
before pushing back in. His hips pistoned against her. His breath came in
ragged pants against the back of her neck. Her breasts jerked so hard with each
thrust almost hurt. She clenched her teeth.

It
was too much.

Too
much.

His
hand closed over one of her breasts and he groaned. He kneaded her flesh.
“Fuck, Jen.” He groaned. “I need you.” His voice sounded anguished.

She
wanted to tell him that he had her but her mouth wouldn’t work as the familiar
coiling sensation began deep in her belly again.

“Need
you.” He growled a second time.

His
mouth closed over her neck. There was a light sting and her body convulsed with
the pleasure that followed. Like an electric current that started at her neck
and pussy and flowed to every other nerve ending in her body. She couldn’t be
sure. It was only when he finally released her neck that she realized that his
leg was over her, his hands tight on her as he held her in place.

His
hips still jerked against hers, only he was barely moving. The warm, sticky
feeling between her legs alerted her to the fact that he had come as well. His
dick was still hard.

“That
was”—she was panting, her mouth dry—“pretty damned spectacular.”

“No…”
Gideon licked her neck and she felt the aftershock of her epic orgasm deep
inside her. “That was fucking pathetic”—he kissed her throat—“on my part, that
is. I don’t think I’ve ever come so damned quickly. You on the other hand
were…” He shook his head, unable to find the right words.
They were all inadequate.

It
just got better from there. They couldn’t seem to get enough of one another.
They had sex everywhere in the room. In the tub, in the shower, on the desk, on
the bed, on the floor, against the wall, against the door, on the window sill.

Other
guests complained and Gideon rented the adjacent rooms. She kept on making
excuses why not to tell him about Rob. The funny thing was, when he finally
found out, the divorce had been finalized. She was free and sure he would
understand. Jenna had been wrong. It had cost her in a big way. When Gideon had
left, he had taken a piece of her soul. He had left her a broken shell of what
she was before. He had been right, there was no going back. Thankfully, that
rang true for both of them. Gideon had called her his, had said that he was
hers. That they belonged together. He was still holding back, but she sensed it
no longer had anything to do with her.

****

Gideon
carried on driving a few blocks past the target, he turned at the next curb and
parked the SUV. It took no time at all to lock the car and sprint back. The
house was dark and quiet. For a second he was afraid that it was empty. Gideon
had promised not to kill the male, Liam, but he had made no such promises about
hurting him…at least just a little.

He
pulled the ski mask over his head. Gideon had been sure to stitch the
mouthpiece closed. He didn’t want the bastard knowing that he was a vampire. If
he somehow managed to catch a glimpse of his fangs, his secret would be out.
This way, the honor less male would simply assume that Gideon was a friend or a
family member of Jenna’s. The less the asshole knew the better.

Gideon
made his way around the house. His foot falls silent. The door was locked. All
of the windows closed barring one. Gideon could hear the sounds of soft snoring
from inside the house.

Thank
fuck.

The
bastard was there. Gideon clenched his teeth. He took a few deep breaths. He
could so easily snap the male’s neck or punch a hole right through his chest.
All it would take was a momentary loss of focus. Unfortunately, he had promised
his female that he would allow this poor excuse for a male to continue
breathing. Right now, the promise burned inside his gut.

After
a few more seconds in which he took a couple more calming breaths, he carefully
pushed open the window and climbed inside the bedroom.

The
moment his feet touched the carpet, he realized that something had changed. He
could still make out Liam’s breathing only it was no longer deep and rhythmic,
it was soft yet quick, alerting him to the fact that the male was awake.

His
gaze flashed to the human who had a gun pointed to his chest. “This is not your
lucky day.” The male said before firing the weapon.

There
was a bright flash. The round hit him at point-blank range. The force from the
blast had him taking a step back. Gideon could feel the bullet penetrate, could
feel as it cracked a rib and tore through his lung. Blood filled the cavity.

Gideon
choked out a mouthful of the thick liquid.

The
bastard in front of him smiled.
Fucking smiled
. “I missed,” he stated
simply. “That should’ve hit you in the heart.”