“I’ll always take care of you,” he vows, his voice still sad sounding. He slips out his finger and I can hear the juicy sounds of him coating his cock with my seed. Then, the large head of his cock presses against my hole. From experience, I know the piece of metal pierced through the tip will feel like nothing I’ve ever felt before. Unbelievably good. “Always, Say.”
His claws dig into my hip as he pushes into my tight depths. The pleasure is intense, especially in my feral state. He ruts against me in a gentle-for-Jareth way. Normally, he ravages me and leaves teeth marks when he’s caught up in the moment. Now, he is tender and careful. As though he fears for my health.
“Jareth,” I groan. “Harder. Faster.”
He grunts and his hips flex. His skin slaps against my rump, ratcheting up my heart rate. I love being with him this way. It’s the only time I ever feel truly whole. He slams into me hard several times and then lets out a hiss. Heat floods into me.
As the toxica enters my bloodstream, I relax to the point of nearly falling asleep. Each bone feels useless. All my muscles are done for. All I can do is allow the paralyzing agent to numb me into oblivion and trust my mate to look after me.
He murmurs sweet words into my ear, but I’m too exhausted to hear them.
***
“Grace!” I cry out, waking in a cold sweat.
Jareth is already bolting from the bed toward the door where pounding can be heard. He opens it and Grace launches herself inside. When he goes to grab for her, a roar of fury bellows from me. Even in the dim room, I can see that I have hurt him. But my mind and my body are at odds. My mind says to assure him I meant no harm while my body craves to pull Grace into my arms.
“I-I can’t s-stop thinking about y-you,” she chatters, her entire body trembling as she stands in front of the bed. “How d-do I m-make it stop?”
Jareth is extremely quiet. Normally he’s so possessive and protective. I tear my stare from her to find him watching me with the saddest, most resigned expression.
No.
I can fight these urges.
But the mortling?
Pain rips at me from the inside. I hit my nog with the heel of my hand, needing to knock some sense into me. Jareth storms over to my side and sits, gripping my wrist.
“Sayer, stop.” His words are commanding and yield no room for argument.
Grace sways in front of me, her fingers dragging along my cheek, as though she can’t help but touch me. Rekk, she smells so good.
“I need help,” I croak, turning to look at Jareth. “It rekking aches.”
Grace lets out a pained sob. “I feel sick and tired and…” She starts to cry. “Help me.”
Jareth grips her forearm gently. “I can help.”
We both stare at him in disbelief.
He lets out a heavy sigh. “You need this to remain healthy. It must be done. For the mortling. For both of you. My feelings on the matter are insignificant.”
I shake my head. “No. Your feelings mean everything to me. You’re. My. Mate.”
Grace nods as tears streak down her cheek. “I’m not a homewrecker.”
Jareth cocks his head at her in confusion. “Homewrecker?”
“Oh God,” she whines, as she leans closer, inhaling my hair. “I’m not…but you smell…”
“I’ll watch,” Jareth growls. “To make sure neither of you gets hurt in this feral state. I know your feelings toward me, Sayer. I know you’d never do anything to hurt me. And because I love you, I need to help you. To help you and Grace and the mortling.”
Grace frowns at him. “I’ve never…I’m a virgin…”
“Sayer is gentle,” Jareth encourages. “I won’t let him hurt you.”
She peels away her sleep shirt to reveal her large breasts. The nipples are pink and my mouth waters to taste them.
“That’s it,” Jareth says, scooting back on the bed, pulling away the blanket covering my naked thighs. “Straddle his lap, Grace. Control the pace.”
She wastes no time sliding into my lap. Her naked body is breathtaking—alien but beautiful. My cock seeps at the tip, eager to push into her warm body. Her belly is large between us and my fatherly instincts roar to life. I’ll look after my mate and Grace and the mortling. My family. Gripping my cock, I hold it still while she situates herself.
“Easy now,” Jareth instructs. “Sayer, let her do the work.”
Grace nods rapidly as though she approves of this. My mind whirls at what she must be thinking. This female hates our kind, yet she’s willingly mating with me to calm the urges blazing inside her. I worry she’ll hate me even worse after. For now, though, all I care about is sating this need that’s maddening me.