Page 50 of Covert Affections (Shadow Agents/PSI-Ops #5)

Chapter Forty

Jesse

Lindy dragged a nail over Jesse’s hip bone and slid the tip of her finger under the waistband of his sweatpants more, this time skimming it over the head of his cock.

A growl ripped from his throat. " You barely know me. I don’t want you regretting this come morning.”

“The minute I saw you in the parking lot of the bar, I wanted you,” she confessed. “And there is no way I’m going to regret this. You might though.” Her pupils dilated more. “I’m killer in bed.”

The way she said the last part sent warning bells through him but he couldn’t pull away. She needed him. He knew that and he wanted her. There was no denying as much. “Thank you for healing me.”

Her brows knit before she kissed him again. "Thank me by fucking me."

"Damn, woman. I’m about to propose."

It was only a partial joke because if she was who he suspected she might be—his mate, sex could seal the deal.

“Mmm, okay. Do that and then fuck me,” she returned.

“Careful, you might end up stuck with me for the rest of our days,” he warned, his cock straining with the need to be in her.

Lindy cupped his jawline, her gaze skimming over his mouth and up to his eyes. “That a threat or a promise?”

Jesse grinned. “Depends on who you ask.”

“Take me, Jesse,” she said, her sultry voice threatening to unman him. “Make me yours.”

His cat side rejoiced at the idea of marking her. He settled over her fully, his weight pressing her into the bed.

She opened her legs, inviting him between them.

He started grinding against her, and the friction felt amazing. So much so that he nearly came from that alone.

Lindy pushed her hand down the front of his sweatpants and found his erection ready and willing. She wrapped her hand around him and stroked.

He gasped and grabbed her hand, stopping her for a second so he could catch his breath and hopefully keep from coming and making a fool out of himself.

She whimpered.

He groaned. “Woman, give me a second.”

She pouted.

He grinned as he began thrusting into her grip, hips moving on instinct.

Her succubus energy surged and he nearly came undone. Fuck, she really was going to be the death of him, but he’d die happy.

Jesse trailed kisses down her jaw, her throat, her chest. Her nipples peaked in the cold air. His mouth closed over one of her nipples, and she arched her back.

"More," she moaned, one hand on his cock, the other in his hair.

"Pull back on the succubus stuff, gorgeous,” he said, panting slightly, sweat trickling down his spine. “I want to control this."

"Can’t," she whispered. “I hurt.”

He was still moving, his cock still in her hand. Her power leaked into him, making it harder to resist. His body bucked, hips grinding as if they had minds of their own. He gritted his teeth, fighting not to finish.

Her touch was relentless. His climax was close. He placed his hand over hers and stilled them both. Forehead to forehead, he whispered, "This shouldn’t happen.”

“Yes, it should.”

"Lindy," he said, trying to hang onto his honor by a damn thread. "I’m trying to do the right thing here. And trust me, doing the right thing doesn’t come naturally to me. I’m the bad guy here, gorgeous. The man your mother should have warned you about."

"Never met my mother. Now, fuck me." She grabbed for his cock again.

He caught her wrists and pinned them above her head, her breasts bouncing with the movement. He groaned at the sight.

"You’re killing me," he growled. “We need to slow down.”

“What? No. Speed up. Speed all the way up. And then come on me.”

"I’m bad news, Lindy,” he said, meaning every word of it. “Being with me paints a target on your back."

"I don’t care. Please. I need you."

He started to move off her. But then she cried out in pain, her body twisting. "Lindy?"

"Hurts," she whispered as tears started down her cheeks.

"Your power... it’s hurting you?"

She nodded.

There was no way in hell he’d let her be in pain. He dropped his mouth to her nipple again, working her until her body eased. His hand trailed down her torso and he followed it with kisses.

Rain hit the windows. Thunder rolled. And the irony of storms raging both inside and outside was not lost on him.

When she opened her legs, offering herself fully, Jesse nearly lost it. He breathed her in. Honey and melon. Fucking perfect. A growl ripped from his throat—animal, raw, and ready.

He moved off her and the bed. He stood to take the sweatpants off.

She watched him and grinned. “Oh, yeah, this kink is one I’m totally keeping.”

“What kink?” he asked with a smirk.

“Men in gray sweatpants.” She flinched and for a moment Jesse was sure he felt her pain.

His alpha side flared. “I better be the only fucking man in them for you. Got it?”

“Oh yeah. Now do me.”

Lindy lay spread out before Jesse on the bed like an offering from the gods. Her curves were lush and inviting, her skin creamy and flawless. His beast purred its approval at the sight. Jesse agreed with his feral side.

From the swell of her breasts to the slight roundness of her belly to the thick thighs that he wanted wrapped around his head, she was gorgeous. His mouth watered at the sight of her.

She watched him with heavy-lidded eyes, her chest rising and falling with quick breaths. The sweet scent of her arousal called to something primal in him. Something that went beyond his beast's usual hunger.

He crawled onto the bed. His lips found her ankle first. He pressed a kiss there before working his way up the inside of her calf. Each kiss drew a soft gasp or whimper from her. Her thighs trembled as he moved higher. He alternated between gentle kisses and light nips with his teeth.

His mouth traced the sensitive skin of her inner thigh, drawing another gasp from her. He wanted to taste every inch of her, to learn what other sounds he could draw from those perfect lips.

Jesse dipped his head at her sex, his tongue darting out and over her slit.

The taste of her sweet cream exploded across his tongue.

Her hips jerked upward as tiny moans came from her, letting him know she liked what he was doing.

He flicked his tongue over her clit, and she grabbed a hold of his hair, pulling his face tighter to her body, making him chuckle.

She was a hell cat, and he fucking loved it.

In fact, he loved it so much he was already leaking pre-come. If he wasn’t smarter about it all, he’d end up coming on her thigh.

“Jesse,” Lindy whispered, her voice wanton, her hips gyrating.

The sound of his name falling from her lips left his beast clawing at him from within, forcing his mouth to start to change shape.

His tongue went from smooth to rough, like a cat’s.

The second his newly shifted tongue connected with Lindy’s heated core again, she cried out loudly, gripping his hair tight as she found her release.

Jesse stopped panicking about his shifter side wanting to join in the fun and gave it the small win of changing the texture of his tongue.

So long as that was as far as it went, he was fine sharing the moment.

After all, it had been thirteen years since he’d been interested in sex or even had it—not counting his hand when he’d seen Lindy’s pictures and watched her through her webcam.

His fingers found their way to her tight, wet, pussy. Her inner walls clenched around his fingers. Her legs clamped on both sides of his head as she reached culmination.

The telltale feel of Fae power eased over his skin a second before raw need slammed into him.

Jesse had been around long enough to know what it felt like to be in the thrall of a succubus.

Lindy was powerful, yet the power felt unstable, as if she didn’t have control of it and like it was famished.

He realized then just how dire her situation had been.

A small tug in the back of his mind said he should be worried.

He understood what a succubus was capable of (not all of which was blissful), but he didn’t care.

If she drained him dry, he’d die a happy man.

But, if he was about to meet his maker, he wanted to be sure he knew what being in Lindy felt like first.

Lifting his head, Jesse stared up the length of her glorious body, positive she might have been sent to tempt him over the edge of reason. Not that he had far to go. His mind had felt fractured for decades—since the weeks leading up to the lab incident all those years ago.

Take her.

Mark her.

He crawled up her slowly, like the predator he was.

His shifter side left his gums tingling with a warning.

If he let it go too much further, there was a high chance more than just his tongue would change.

His teeth would as well. The very idea of getting to sink his incisors into her tender flesh left his cock threatening to burst. He wanted, no needed to bite her.

Do it, his cat pushed.

Jesse clung to his control with what felt like nothing more than a string, a hope, and a prayer.

Lindy put her palms on his chest, additional power flaring through her hands.

His nostrils flared, the taste of her cream still coating his tongue. “Did you like that, gorgeous?”

“I loved it,” she purred.

His shifter side went wild, thrashing at him, demanding he give in to its demand to mark her—to claim her.

The idea should have yanked him out of the sex-induced haze. All it did was make his dick harder. He positioned himself at her entrance and rubbed the head of his cock through her juices.

Lindy purred again, and Jesse was fairly positive she might be part devil.

That was the only way to explain how she could turn him on to the point he was willing to give up anything to be with her.

He’d have signed his soul over to her then and there is she asked him for it.

“Fair warning, I’m gonna fuck you like you’ve never been fucked before. ”

“Promise?” she asked, biting her lower lip like a temptress, the purple flecks in her eyes seeming to almost glow.