Chapter 31

Shemika writhed beneath him, seeking more. She craved more. She was desperate for more. It wasn’t enough. Despite Caturix’s best efforts, it wasn’t enough.

He plunged into her, his arms wrapped around her, but it still wasn’t enough. They climaxed together, over and over, but her wolf remained unsatisfied.

She’d even tried taking control, riding him hard, but it wasn’t enough. He wasn’t deep enough, even though his cock pressed painfully against her cervix. His thrusts weren’t hard enough, even though her pussy was bruised. His grip wasn’t strong enough, even though he left dark marks on her skin.

She needed more. She felt starved for him. She knew her heat was influencing her, but it was more than that. It was like she could finally let loose, blame it all on the heat.

Shemika pushed Caturix onto his back and kissed his neck, resisting the urge to mark him. She trailed kisses down his body, licking each scar on his hardened torso as she made her way to his shaft.

She’d wanted to take him in her mouth since the first time she’d seen him in his kitchen. Now, she did. Shemika took him in, swirling her tongue around the tip and down the shaft.

She lavished attention on his throbbing member until he was thrusting up into her mouth, his body begging for release. Shemika rose from the bed and straddled him.

Her hips moved in every direction, back and forth, left and right, clockwise and counterclockwise. She rode him hard, driving herself to climax. When she came, her pussy pulsed around his shaft, triggering his own climax. But his erection didn’t wane; it stayed buried inside her.

Her pussy was raw, the lips a darker red, pulsating from overstimulation. She needed a break, but she knew from what she’d heard about a woman’s heat, they wouldn’t be able to rest until they were both exhausted. So, they continued.

Hours passed. She could tell his cock was as sensitive as her pussy. His breath came out in ragged pants, his teeth gritted from overexertion.

She could tell her heat was waning, that they’d soon be able to rest. But as long as they kept going, their bodies wouldn’t need more.

“Are you…tired?” she asked, watching as sweat streamed down his body while he continued to thrust into her.

Caturix didn’t answer, as if admitting he was winded was a sign of weakness. She was tired too, and she hadn’t been doing as much as him.

She pulled away and settled onto the bed, gesturing for him to join her.

Caturix scowled. He didn’t want to cuddle.

“We’re not snuggling, Cat. It’s a fucking sex position. Move it,” she snapped. To her surprise, he did.

She hissed as he slid back inside her, but this position was more comfortable.

His hand rested on her belly as he thrust into her gently. They hoped this slower pace would satisfy their sexual needs while giving their bodies a chance to recover.

Shemika had to admit, she liked this position. She pretended they weren’t having sex, that Cat was just holding her. His firm body pressed against her back, his arm wrapped around her waist. She felt safe with him, which was strange considering his line of work.

Caturix seemed to enjoy it too, as long as he focused on the fact that it was a sex position, not cuddling. His nose was buried in her hair, his knees pressed against hers. He felt at peace, knowing his Mika was safe in his arms.

She was there, untouched. Well, touched by him. He’d touched her in ways no one else had.

Now that she’d caught her breath, she couldn’t stop thinking about things she wanted to discuss. But she was afraid to push him away. The last time they’d been in a similar position, he’d pushed her away and left.

But now, in the quiet after their passion, it was too quiet.

“Have you—” Shemika started.

“I was—” Caturix began at the same time.

“You go first,” she offered.

“No, you go ahead,” he replied.

An awkward silence fell over them, broken only by the soft creaking of the bed with each thrust.

Finally, Shemika said, “I didn’t plan for you to come visit me during my heat.”

“I only came for my photo,” he lied. The photo was important, but he’d come to see Mika. “How was I supposed to know you were in heat, Mika?” he asked, a bit harsher than he intended.

She fell silent, and he immediately regretted his words.

His arm tightened around her waist as he thought about how he kept hurting her. He wasn’t good at being gentle or nice. He knew eventually she’d leave him for someone else. He’d thought a lot about what he’d do if she met her fated mate.

Could he let her go? She’d be happy, and he wanted her to be happy. The best-case scenario would be if he knew who her fated was before she did. Then he could kill the man before she met him. ~Done~.

She’d never know he existed, so she wouldn’t mourn him. And Cat could keep his Mika. But only the fated knew who their mate was.

Cat leaned forward to breathe in her scent, wrapping both arms around her.

His thrusts slowed as he grew tired, until he finally fell asleep.