His Darkest Salvation (Jaguar Warriors 3)

She felt the walls deep inside her body begin to convulse as a flood of cream fell from within.

“What?” she asked dazedly, not sure if he’d even spoken.

“Or this?” he said sharply, and warning bells clamoured deep within Jaden’s sex-induced fog. He pulled her ass back toward him, spreading her legs wide as the tip of his cock rested against her swollen, exposed center.

“Does Nico satisfy you?” He continued to manipulate his fingers, creating all kinds of magic.

“Nico?” she asked dazedly as she shuddered with the strength of an orgasm that filled her body with liquid heat.

“When he fucks you, does he satisfy the animal like I can?”

Jaden’s mouth fell open, her chest tightened, and she squirmed as anger rushed over her. This was wrong. All of it.

But then he was there, deep inside, and she bit her tongue instead.

He was large and filled her with ease. She heard him breathing behind her, felt the hard length of him swell until she thought she could take no more. And when he slowly began to move, she thought she would die from the sheer pleasure that rolled over her.

Shame colored her cheeks and ripped across her heart.

There were no more words, no tender encouragement. This was a joining that fed the darkest parts of their souls and filled a need long ignored.

Jaden pushed aside all thought and arched her back as he quickened his tempo, his long cock sliding in and out of her with torturous measured strokes. Each pass spread fire along the way, and the walls of her womb constricted and vibrated as he pounded against her flesh with a savage need that was answered deep inside her.

The tattoos along her neck burned, her chest felt like it might explode, and, deep within, a crushing orgasm was brewing. The sounds of flesh against flesh reverberated inside the chamber, and when Julian’s teeth broke through the skin on her shoulder, when his hands cupped her breasts and massaged her aching nipples, a low, keening growl erupted from deep inside her throat.

She felt her jaguar shift beneath her skin, felt the ancient magick surround her as he slammed into her flesh. When her orgasm crashed through, and she felt him shudder against her skin, in that moment, clarity opened her eyes.

Slowly, her breathing returned to somewhat of a normal state, and she felt a rush of cool air against her heated flesh as he withdrew. There were no tender words, no soft lover’s endearments.

There was nothing. She felt empty, and though her desire was sated, it was bittersweet and left her wanting.

It was a cold dose of reality.

Julian rolled away, and she wrapped her arms around her body, squeezing her eyes shut in an effort to force away the tears that pricked the corners. They infuriated her, and she clamped down her teeth tightly. She had no time to cry for things lost and those that would never be gained.

Julian Castille was her mate, and that would never change. But she’d never let him use her again, regardless of how much she needed the physical bond.

Not like this.

She would die before she’d let that happen.

Chapter 17

Julian turned from Jaden, needing some space between them. Though he knew he was acting like a total fucking asshole, he’d been unable to stop himself. Such was his curse, this need to hurt and punish. This disregard for feelings.

It was easy to do when you had none. His were long gone, torn in half and buried beneath layers of pain. He knew he was on the edge of crazy, and it was only a matter of time before he was lost forever. Each hour that he spent in the human realm destroyed a little bit more of what was left of his soul.

If he and Declan didn’t find the portal and return it, they’d both be done within the week.

He ran his hands along the puckered flesh beneath his heart and hissed, his frustration nearly blinding him with rage. He felt like he was coming apart, and the loss of control was something that pissed him off. It was something he’d just taken back, and he’d be damned if he’d give it up so easily.

He heard Jaden move, felt the air stir as she gathered her clothes, and he turned to watch her in silence.

She’d pulled on her jeans and was about to don her bra and T-shirt when she looked up and paused. Long waves of silken hair slid across her skin, and she made no effort to hide her nakedness from him.

Her full breasts showed evidence of his passion. He saw small blemishes, love marks along the soft curves, and the nipples remained turgid, hard peaks under his gaze.

Her eyes shimmered as if unshed tears filled them, and for a second, as their eyes connected, something inside him twisted.