Page 48 of Savage Union (Brutal Universe #2)

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TURK

I knew I shouldn’t let her suck me again and yet I did it anyway. I berated myself angrily as I changed the sheets. I would put her back to bed and sleep in the Ready Room, I told myself. Then nothing else could happen between us.

But when I brought Jessina back into the bedroom and she looked up at me with those clear amber eyes, so filled with need and said,

“Please, Turk—don’t leave me.”

I couldn’t deny her.

Knowing it was wrong, I lay down beside her— after putting on clothes. I made sure of that.

At least, I put on a new pair of sleep trousers. But when I tried to get Jessina to wear another one of my undershirts, she moaned and shook her head.

“It hurts!” she complained. “The fabric is so scratchy against my nipples!”

I frowned.

“I thought they were better since I sucked the nectar out.”

“They’re less painful—that doesn’t mean they’re not still tender,” she said and looked up at me with pleading eyes. “Please don’t make me wear a shirt, Turk! I’ll be in pain all night!”

“Well…” I sighed. “I really shouldn’t sleep with you naked…”

“But you’re not naked—you’ve got your bottoms on,” she pointed out. “Please, just let’s go to sleep like we are.” She yawned, her eyes going soft and sleepy. “I’m so tired.”

I realized I had lost this particular battle—I couldn’t stand to see her in pain. If sleeping naked was the only way she could be comfortable, well then, she was going to sleep naked.

“All right, little bird,” I murmured. “Let’s go to bed then.”

“Thank you, Turk.” She sighed happily and slipped naked under the covers. And even though I knew it was wrong, I slipped under the covers with her, wearing only my sleep trousers.

I tried to keep space between us, but Jessina wasn’t having it. Murmuring about how cold she was, she pressed back against me until I felt the soft cushion of her lush ass right against the ridge of my shaft. And yes, I was hard again. Just watching her naked body and feeling her heat against me was enough to get me ready, even though she’d just sucked me off a few minutes ago.

I had a guilty thought—all the other times she’d sucked me, I had thought she was Cass. This time I had known it was Jessina—the little sister of my best friend—taking my cock deep in her mouth, sucking my shaft and drinking my cream. I had known that and yet I let her do it anyway. Gods, what was wrong with me?

I didn’t have any answers for that question. All I could do was put my arms around her and try to close my eyes and sleep—as if any man could sleep with such a soft, beautiful, naked woman in his arms.

Somehow I managed a light doze…but I was woken some time later by Jessina shifting against me.

“Huh? What’s wrong, little bird?” I murmured sleepily.

“Nothing…only I just feel so…so…” She hesitated for such a long time I wasn’t sure if she might have drifted off again herself.

“So what?” I prodded gently.

“So…empty inside.” She turned in my arms so she was facing me, her full, bare breasts pressing against my chest. I bit back a groan as I felt her tight nipples rubbing against me. “Why do I feel that way?”

I had an idea…but I didn’t want to believe it was true. In fact, it couldn’t be true because I couldn’t be her Fated Mate, I told myself sternly. It would be wrong on so many levels.

“I don’t know, sweetheart,” I murmured. “And I’m sorry, I don’t think I can help you with that.”

“Yes, you can!” She took my hand and before I could stop her, she pushed it down between her legs.

I groaned as I felt her soft, wet pussy fill my palm. This was wrong—so fucking wrong. And yet I had to fight to make myself pull my hand away.

But Jessina wouldn’t let me go. She clamped her thighs around my wrist and moaned in protest.

“Please, Turk—I just need you to touch me! It’s been so long since I came and I’m going crazy.”

Her words seemed to set me on fire—had I ever been so hard in my life? I didn’t fucking think so. But still, I tried to hold back.

“Little bird, you know this isn’t right,” I protested, tugging at my arm—which was well and truly trapped. Her thighs were surprisingly strong! “You know I can’t touch you like that.”

“Please!” she begged softly. “I feel like if…if I could just come, I could sleep so much better. Please, Turk—having you suck on my nipples earlier made my pussy so wet!”

Gods, she wasn’t lying. I could feel her wet warmth pressing enticingly against my fingertips. And even though I knew I shouldn’t do it, I found myself slipping my fingers inside her, sliding into her warm, wet folds to find the tight little button of her clit.

“All right, little bird,” I murmured as I began to stroke. “Just relax and stop squeezing so hard. I’ll touch you.”

“You promise?” She was already easing up on the pressure.

“I promise,” I told her. “Going to make you feel good tonight, baby. Just open for me and let me pet that sweet little pussy.”

She seemed to like my dirty talk because she spread her thighs willingly, giving me more room to work.

My throat was suddenly dry and I had the sudden urge to slide down the bed and make her come with my mouth instead of my fingers. But guilt held me back. It was bad enough that I was going to finger her soft little pussy until she came for me—I shouldn’t be thinking of licking and tasting her too! That was just fucking wrong .

So I contented myself with sliding one fingertip around and around the bud of her clit and watching her moan and writhe against me.

“More!” she begged. “Oh Turk, just like that—right there! Oh, it feels so good when you touch me like that!”

It felt pretty damn fine to me too. I had never dreamed of doing something like this with her—well, I should say I’d never let myself dream of it. Because even though I found her incredibly beautiful, I had always known she was off limits.

But now I allowed myself to watch, to listen to her breathless little moans and pants as she writhed against my hand. Goddess, she was so fucking wet and slippery—I couldn’t help wondering what she would feel like around my shaft if I sank it deep inside her. And the way she was acting now, I knew she wouldn’t try to fight me. She would probably just roll over and spread her legs for me to welcome me in…

Stop it—stop thinking like that! I warned myself. Thinking like that will only make you want to do it and you know you can’t.

Just then, Jessina started coming. I could tell by the way her thighs clamped down around my wrist again and her whole body went tense.

“Oh!” she moaned, going rigid against me. “Oh, Turk—oh, yes!”

Gods, I nearly came again, just listening to her—just watching her lose herself in the pleasure I had given her! She was so beautiful with her black hair spread over the pillows and her full breasts heaving in the dim light of the glows. So fucking gorgeous as she gave it up for me completely, calling my name over and over again…

I couldn’t resist any longer—though I had just been circling and caressing her clit earlier, I slid lower and slipped first one and then two fingers deep in her tight little entrance.

Jessina moaned again and I could feel her inner walls caressing me—tightening like she wanted to milk me for my cream. At that moment I would have done anything to have my cock inside her instead of my fingers. She was so tight and hot and wet—so desperate for pleasure. I wanted to give it to her—wanted to claim her as my own and pound into her soft, warm body as she cried my name and begged me to fill her up, to give her a creamy pussy…to knot her and breed her and make her mine forever…

And then, finally, she sagged in my arms, panting.

“Oh, Turk!” she moaned softly. And to my surprise, she reached up and took my face in her hands. Pulling me down, she placed a gentle kiss on my mouth. “Thank you,” she whispered against my lips. “That was exactly what I needed. Thank you for making me come.”

“You’re welcome, little bird,” I said, my voice coming out low and harsh. My fingers were still inside her, but she made no move to push me away. Instead, it almost seemed like she would have been happy to sleep this way.

I couldn’t, though. Reluctantly, I withdrew my fingers from her tight depths and brought them to my mouth. I didn’t even try to stop myself from sucking them and tasting her sweet honey right from the source.

At once some of the insistent thirst that had been tormenting me seemed to ease. I licked and sucked my fingers—not wanting to miss a drop. Goddess, she tasted so fucking good! Sweet and salty and perfect .

“Thank you…Turk,” she murmured sleepily. Then she rolled over again so that her back was to me and her head was pillowed on my bicep. With a contented sigh, she settled her smaller frame against my body and relaxed completely.

A minute after that, I could tell by her deep, even breathing that she was asleep. Making her come had been the hottest experience of my life, I admitted to myself. And yet, I knew it couldn’t happen ever again.

What the Hell was I going to do?