My cock pulsed as it pressed against her belly. Lengthened. My balls drew up, ready to empty my cum into her. She’d awakened me. She was my mate, but I knew nothing about her.
“Who are you?”
Her eyes were wide and I watched her pupils dilate. I felt her warm breath on my face, felt the way she was all but panting. Her little pink tongue flicked out and licked her lower lip and I growled.
She whimpered in response.
“Tell me your name.”
I couldn’t help but roll my hips, my cock rubbing against her. Pre-cum seeped from the tip for the first time. I ached to be balls deep in her. To feel her pussy clamp down on my cock, to watch her face as she milked the cum from me. Fuck.
“You’re going to jail, you little snoop. Or should I call you murderer? If you don’t answer my questions, you’ll answer theirs. Their tactics will be much less pleasant than mine.”
I couldn’t help it. Couldn’t resist a second longer, so I kissed her.
Sweet, lush, her lips were perfect. She responded instantly, as if a fire had been smoldering, but now had the oxygen it needed to rage. Her lips parted and I took, my tongue finding hers, tangling.
She writhed against me, which only had my cock hardening impossibly further. The friction she created almost my undoing.
What was I doing? Kissing a traitor? I pulled my head back, never feeling so aroused in my entire life. “I want my cock so far inside you we won’t know where I end and you begin.”
A moan escaped her lips, which were now red and swollen, glistening from our kiss. I wanted to see them stretched wide around my cock, to feel that same lush tongue laving the crown and licking up every drop of my cum.
“If I’m going to jail, why are you kissing me?” she asked. Her voice was soft with a lilt to it. It called to me as if I’d heard it before. As if I’d heard it forever, even though it was the first time.
I pushed off the door, paced, ran my hand over the back of my neck. Stared at her. She was right. Why the fuck was I kissing a traitor?
I spun about, stalked close—but didn’t touch—and asked, “What is your role in my parents’ home?”
She looked down at herself in the bland uniform. It did nothing for her, only meant for her to blend into her surroundings, to disappear, like all servants should. But she could have worn a sack and she’d be beautiful.
“Maid.”
“Ah, you answer a question,” I replied, angry. Riled. I would never touch a woman in harm, especially not her. I wanted to fuck the questions right out of her and if that didn’t work, deny her the orgasms I could wring from her body until she gave every one of her secrets to me.
I closed the space between us—she hadn’t moved away from the door— and kissed her again, this time cupping her lush ass, pulling her up so her feet barely touched the floor. My cock was now aligned with her pussy and I rocked into her. Only our clothing separated us.
“You are pliant when aroused,” I commented, noting she was just as eager for me as I was for her. Our breaths mingled, our foreheads touched.
That made her still, her mouth close. Her little hands pressed against my chest to move me away, but I wouldn’t give her an inch. “And your mate doesn’t mind you fooling around with me to get answers?”
I stared at her, saw the hint of fire mixed with desire in her eyes, but there was outrage there as well, as if she thought I was in the wrong.
“Only awakened males get hard like you are. That means you have a mate out there somewhere… yet you’re touching me. How dare you?”
She thought I was already mated, that I would cheat? That made my anger simmer, for I was too honorable to do such a thi
ng. She was the one without honor, the one destroying the Jax name. And why?
Clearly, she didn’t imagine that my cock was hard because of her, that she was the first woman I’d touched like this. Kissed. No, she thought me worse than a consort.
She had no idea she was mine, and for now, I would keep it that way.
“If you don’t talk, then I won’t either.”
Her silence only implicated her further and I owed her nothing. An innocent would spout like the courtyard fountain, trying to save her pretty neck. I would not turn this interrogation about and let her get any more information from the Jax family. Or about my cock.
Her lips pinched together into a thin line. She thought me a cheat, an adulterer.