Page 51 of Covert Affections (Shadow Agents/PSI-Ops #5)

“Oh, rest assured,” he stated. “It’s a promise and a fact.”

Jesse pushed into Lindy, gritting his teeth as he did as her body gripped him tightly.

Her wet heat nearly undid him. He’d found paradise and was torn between wanting to ram into her fully or halting all movement for fear of coming too soon.

His entire body trembled, torn between wanting to find release and wanting to prolong the pleasure.

Then there was his shifter side.

It wanted him to fuck the hell out of her to hell with how long it lasted. He fought to hold back and not slam into her like a crazed maniac. While jerking off to her images had taken the edge off his thirteen-year sexual hiatus, it had done little to ease the pent-up need coursing within him.

Being in her felt like coming home—it felt right, perfect even.

“Jesse,” she whispered, his name drawn out as she arched her back to him.

The plea sent his control tumbling over the cliff into the abyss. He thrust, going balls deep, seating himself in nirvana. The walls of her pussy clenched around him, as if trying to hold him in and pull a release from him.

A deep, feral growl rumbled in his chest as he stayed there, rooted within her glorious body. His shifter side roared, clawing at him from within, demanding he do it—demanding he claim her.

Mark her , it pushed violently at him. Make her ours.

“More!” Lindy commanded, tipping her head back, gifting him a view of her neck as if she could sense his need to bite her and tie her to him forever.

His gums burned with the need to shift. He fought against it at first but she raked her nails down his pecs, arching her back more, her neck exposed more. There was a slight burning on his chest where she’d scratched him and he could smell his own blood. All that did was turn him on more.

Do it! his cat pushed. Claim her!

If he was wrong and she wasn’t his mate, biting her during sex would be nothing more than an extra layer of kink.

He didn’t recall seeing that listed specifically in the triggers from her romance book, but the fact she was reading about shifters said she had to be open to it, right?

That maybe biting her during sex would be a turn on for her too.

Then there was the fact she’d clearly been intimate with the wolf-shifter.

Had the fucking wolf-shifter done that? Had he ever bitten her during sex?

Jesse’s shifter side reacted, demanding he assert his dominance, that he mark his territory. That he claim what was rightfully his. That he make it known to all others that she was taken. That she was his.

For good.

With a snarl, his incisors lengthened, the rest of his teeth morphing as well. Jesse’s eyes burned and he knew they were intensifying in color.

“Mine,” he managed a second before he struck, sinking his teeth into her neck. Coppery fluid filled his mouth, igniting a fire in him. His cock twitched and his ball sac tightened, the urge to release all-consuming.

Lindy cried out and dug her fingernails into Jesse’s upper arms. Her legs wrapped around his waist, locking him against her body securely. Her pulse raced and her core clenched around him, jerking in perfectly timed spasms.

He kept his mouth where it was, his teeth in her neck, her blood on his tongue. He felt it then, tiny threads starting to weave between them, tying him to her. Oddly, he didn’t feel as if she was being tied to him though.

It felt one-sided. Like he was latching onto her mystically, but that the claim wasn’t being returned. Did she not want it to happen too? Was she really into him? Could it be that she wasn’t really his mate? Was this just sex? Kinky, fucking sex, but just sex?

In that second, it didn’t matter. All that mattered was her. The world around him faded to nothing—no Corporation, no hybrids, no mission. Nothing but Lindy. The warm, wet heat of her body welcoming his, again and again.

Jesse released his hold on her neck and licked the wound, the taste of her blood on his tongue. The mark began to heal over before his very eyes and he was tempted to bite her again, wanting proof that she was his there for all to see. His mouth returned to human form fully.

His gaze collided with hers and for a second it felt as if he was tumbling down a long, vast mental tunnel, flashes from his nightmares of long ago came and went, quickly replaced by glimpses of a future he knew he could never really have—one involving he and Lindy walking hand in hand into the sunset, together.

The tunnel sensation stopped quickly and pleasure consumed him, his cock buried in her wet heat, his body slick with a light sheen of sweat as he began to move his hips, faintly at first, because of how strong her legs had him held in place.

Her thighs trembled against his sides, her ankles locked behind his back, restricting his movement.

The friction at their point of joining left him moaning, fighting to slam into her with too much force.

He slanted his mouth over hers. The soft yield of her lips left his cat purring deep in his chest. Her tongue met his, spurring him onward. Her taste—honey, melon and power—consumed him, leaving him feeling as if he were drowning in an ocean of bliss.

Lindy unlocked her ankles, effectively loosening her hold on him, and Jesse instantly drove into her with renewed force, acting like a piston, stunned at the fact he’d required no refractory period.

Never had his body felt so alive. So right.

He had to wonder if her succubus power had something to do with it all.

The bed creaked beneath them, the headboard thumping the wall with such force that Jesse was sure he’d need to do repair work on it later.

He didn’t care.

Hell, the entire house could come down around them and he wouldn’t have cared. Being in her felt that right—that perfect.

Lindy moaned into his mouth and met him thrust for thrust. Her nails dug into his flesh, leaving trails of faint burning in their wake. It was fucking glorious.

Jesse wanted to last for hours so that he could wring as much pleasure as possible from the experience.

But it had been too long since he’d fucked a woman.

Too long since he’d felt anything even remotely close to this good.

He reached between them and rubbed her clit, tweaking the swollen bud in a steady pattern.

He watched her face and paid attention to her body, her movements telling him she was close to coming.

He wanted that—wanted to time his orgasm with hers.

He wanted to spill into her and feel her body milking him.

She was so responsive to his touch that she cried out and came with a start.

Her pussy tightened around his shaft in rhythmic pulses, squeezing him like a vise.

Her back arched and she cried out, dragging her nails over him, tearing deeper into his flesh.

He lost all semblance of control. His mouth, which had only just returned to human form, tingled and then burned as his incisors threatened to lengthen once more, his beast still pushing at him to mark her again.

To sink his teeth into her flesh. To redo the claim and make her return it. To dominate her and the situation.

He growled. “Mine.”

She didn’t return the claim.

He snarled. “Say it!”

She met his gaze, satisfaction on her face. “Mmm, so good.”

“Say it,” he repeated, his voice deepening. “Say I’m yours.”

“Mm, yes. Yours.” She raked her nails over his upper arms and dug deep again, drawing more blood.

Lindy brought her bloody fingertip to her mouth and licked.

Power increased around him, humming in the air as if it had a life all its own.

It rushed through him, and for a split second, he felt what seemed like a connection from her to him.

As if the threads he’d felt before were being strengthened and returned. Did that mean the link went both ways?

Mine!

With a roar, he slammed into her, holding himself there as his cock twitched and seed erupted from him. He dropped his head to her shoulder, his mouth changing shapes a second before he bit her, this time on the shoulder.

White-hot pleasure shot through him as he swallowed down her blood, his cock still buried deep within her sweet body.

His hips continued to jerk of their own accord, and seed kept coming from him as if he had a lifetime supply built up just waiting for her.

Finally, he released his hold on her neck and licked that spot too.

He noticed her neck was nearly healed over already.

He felt it then, the pull of her power—of her succubus side—drawing from him as it fed. It didn’t hurt. If anything, it felt good, causing his cock to jerk inside of her.

She clung to him, her hands on his shoulders, her legs wrapped around his waist.

He grinned and put his forehead to hers, his breathing heavy, his body spent.

Her eyes closed slowly as a slight smile curved her full lips. “Mmm, thank you.”

A manly chuckle came from him. “The pleasure was all mine, gorgeous.”

“I feel so good,” she whispered, her voice sounding sleepy. “ So … good.”

“Same,” he returned, kissing the tip of her nose. He knew she had to be spent. She’d healed him twice in one night and his injuries hadn’t been minor. “Get some sleep, gorgeous.”

“I already am,” she whispered. Her eyes still closed.

He chuckled. “Not quite, gorgeous. But you’re close. Rest.”

She gave the smallest sound of protest before saying, “Don’t want this to end.”

“I’m not going anywhere,” he promised. “You’re tired. I’ll be right here when you wake up.”

She was asleep before he’d finished his sentence.

Exhaustion crashed over Jesse as the last tremors of pleasure faded. He already missed the feel of Lindy around his cock. Part of him wanted to wake her and go for round two. He didn’t dare. She needed her rest.

Jesse rolled to his side, taking Lindy with him so he wouldn't crush her with his weight. Never before had he pictured himself the spooning kind of guy, but he had to admit he liked it. Especially with the way her body fit so perfectly against his, molding to him, as if she’d been made for it—for him.