CH 22

Jessica She spent the afternoon just watching TV, with the occasional moment when Rydge would just walk past her and trail a hand along her arm, or stand behind her and slide his fingers down along her neck, or up it and then along her jaw, and take hold of her chin and tilt her head back and smiled down at her, then just lean down and kiss her, all slow and lingeringly, and she had to admit it felt really nice to have a man’s mouth on hers soft like that. Then, at other times, he just devoured her mouth all hungry-like, out of nowhere, and then just walked away with a bit of a chuckle. He was, it seemed, really enjoying himself and what he knew he was doing to her two mates. She looked at him as he sank down on the lounge right next to her and his hand fell on her knee and his fingers slowly started to make their way up her leg. He wasn’t even looking at her right this minute, as his fingers traced light circles on the inside of her thigh. “Do you think this is wrong?” she murmured. “No,” he answered. “They didn’t treasure you, Jess. Didn’t even once treat you right for a single second. How often did you get hit with pains of betrayal?” he asked simply. “Karma always bites those that deserve it.” His eyes finally moved to hers, and he put that phone on the arm of the lounge and then just yanked her right onto his lap, so she was straddling him, and she gasped as his hands slid up her thighs pushing her dress with it. His eyes never left hers. “Come here and kiss me, however you like,” he told her as his hands curved around her hips to her backside, and then he pulled her even closer to him. She bit her lip a little as she felt him getting hard underneath her. He smiled at her, “I can’t help that. I’ve been restraining myself all afternoon. You can have me if you want. Right here on this couch. I won’t say no.” He pulled her harder against him and ground himself against her while his hand slid up her back and into her hair, and he pulled her mouth down to his. “Use me, Jess. To get what you want, take pleasure from me for as long as you like,” he murmured softly. “I… I wouldn’t know how.” She kind of half stuttered, she’d always just been yanked around in that bed and passed from one to the other. She’d never enjoyed anything with the twins, not even with the mate bond sparks on her skin. They only ever aimed to punish and humiliate her in that bedroom. “Then close your eyes and just listen to what your body wants, just accept what you think and feel, and do that. I’m open to anything you want to do to me. I’m yours from now until morning,” he told her and claimed her mouth for himself, because she still hadn’t claimed his. She kissed him back and let her eyes flutter closed, as she leaned into him and, before she knew it, she was moving against his body, and felt the skirt of her dress get pushed up and out of the way and her mouth left his as she gasped as Rydge’s hands wandered to her breasts and cupped them, caressed them. Only to have his mouth move right to her mark spot, and she felt heat spread through her body, and she was rocking harder and faster against him until she gasped his name and got all hot all over and tried to pull away from him. He bit down on her mark spot, softly grazing his teeth over it, and she was suddenly underneath him, and he was moving, grinding faster against her and her fingers dug into his arms, and just a few seconds later, she cried out his name, her whole body arching up to his as pleasure flooded her body. His eyes met hers, and there was a happy smile on his face, “I couldn’t have you pull away and stop that o****m you were getting for yourself now.” He told her. She was kind of just staring up at him. “Good huh.” He chuckled softly, “Let's give you another.” He stated, and she bit her lip as he pushed himself up from her body and slid his eyes over her and then just got up. “The bed will be more comfortable.” He stated and pulled her up and tossed her over his shoulder, and she was just tossed down on the bed, where he slid his hands from her ankles to her knees, and he gripped them and pulled her down the bed and smiled at her as he knelt before her. “What are you doing?” She gasped. “I’m going to give you that second orgasm.” He winked at her and then her panties were just gone, and his face was between her thighs, and she gasped as his tongue slid through her folds and over her c**t, moaned and pressed her hips up to get more of what he was offering in less than a minute, only to cry out as his tongue pushed inside of her, and he kissed her intimately all hot and hungry until she was gasping and writhing, and she felt that heat flush though her body and a cry of pleasure ripped from her as she obtained that next o****m. She was still breathing heavily when she saw him stand up and peel his clothes off; goddess he was ripped as, a bloody eight pack under that shirt and deep indicator muscles. Her eyes trailed over him, and she felt a wanton need build inside of her, and then he leaned over her and slid a hand over her breast and around and under her, to pull the zip of her dress down, and then he slipped it from her body and smiled at the lace bra. Leaned down and bit her n****e through it and then looked up at her. “Black looks good on you.” he murmured and claimed her mouth with his once more, as his hand removed that bra. “Jess?” he asked as he lowered his hips to slide himself through her hot wet folds. “Yes,” she murmured softly, and for the first time ever in her life she did want it, wanted to have s*x and experience what it was supposed to be like. She felt him slide all the way down to press the tip of himself against her core and then cupped her face with one hand. “You are beautiful, desirable, and I’m going to enjoy every moment of not only giving you pleasure, but watching you enjoy having me.” He told her and pushed inside of her slowly. It was unlike anything she’d ever felt before. There was no violent hard shoving into her body, uncaring of how she felt, everything was slow and gentle and his mouth found hers as his hands slid over hers and pressed them to the bed beside her head. She moved with him and sighed softly at the sensation of pleasure starting to build within her, gasped when he rolled his hips a little and rocked against her c**t, and her fingers gripped his hands as she felt that heat start to spread through her body once more and Rydge picked up the pace. It was what she wanted, and she moved with him, wanting more of him from him, and his mouth hit her mark spot and she cried out as he really picked up the pace as desire flooded her entire body, and she allowed herself to get lost to the pleasure of what he was doing to her, she gasped and moaned and cried out until a scream of his name came from her at the height of her o****m. He looked down at her a moment later, a smile on his face as he slipped from her body “See, I told you, you’d know what to do. Got lost in the moment.” She bit her lip as she looked up at him and just nodded. She couldn’t deny it she had, and she knew it. “Did you?” she asked a little tentatively. She couldn’t tell she’d been too lost to her own pleasure. But the twins had always told her no man would ever want her or enjoy having her that they only got off because of the mate-bond sparks and nothing more. Deep down inside, she was worried Rydge wouldn’t enjoy having s*x with her, even with all he’d done to her prior to the s*x, and she knew he’d been aroused by it, but that didn’t mean he’d get a release. “Yes, beautiful,” he chuckled softly. “You riled me up good and proper.” He told her and shifted to the bed next to her. Was, she thought, relaxed as he propped himself up on one elbow and looked at her. “This is just the beginning of their,” he smiled. “Agony, as they come to realize someone is taking you, and mating you uncaring about that double mark and filigree on your neck. “This is where they realize they should have protected you, loved and cherished you, treated you right and now know their own lives are going to be agony, for however long you can handle rogues mating you against your will. That was not so short a time, just so you know.” He smiled. “Would to them or their parents, whoever is monitoring them, understand from all the touching going on all day, that you’d just been handed over to the rogue boss, and he’s taken you for himself. “That’s generally how it works. The boss gets to have the new girl first, and you, being Luna Ranked, none would be game to do more than toy with you. Only the boss gets to have you first. Now the fun part really starts.” He smiled at her, “What happens from this moment on, Jess, is that I get to simulate others mating you, one after the other, possibly them rogues fighting over you to all have a piece of you at once. Fun for us, not so much for them.” She frowned at him a little and Rydge smiled. “I will not hurt you, just kind of roll you around the bed and change positions quite a bit, which will make it seem as if it's many taking you is all. It will be a pleasure-filled night for you, I assure you. If you want, at any point, for me to stop, you just have to say the word. “I will stop, I’m not here to harm you, I will never do that. It’s not who I am.” He told her, “Is there anything in particular you don’t like?” She sighed. “I don’t normally like s*x at all, hate it in fact, but… not with you,” she told him, and it was the truth. Though she’d not arced up at anything he’d done to her, and she knew it was because she’d never had those things done to her, and she wondered if that was part of all the touching and kissing today, to see her feel curious or wanting to explore what he was offering. He smiled at her. “Good, that is, I believe, because I’ve never hurt you, and you trust me not to. It's a good thing. Are you hungry? Let’s have a shower, order dinner and eat, and then play the game of you being in the hands of rogues.” She nodded but then asked, “What happened to her?” as she reached out and touched his mark scar. She couldn’t scent things like venom in one’s veins could see filigree, but he did not have that, but right now laying here naked with him, she knew he’d had a Mate before. “Sadly, she died giving birth to our pup,” he murmured. “Oh, I’m sorry… the pup?” she asked tentatively. “Did not make it either…” he got up and then reached down and pulled her from the bed. “It was hard to deal with, but it’s been a decade now, Jess,” he told her, “She was human and didn’t get a shift.” She knew those last words were his way of explaining to her why they’d died in childbirth, it could be hard for a human to birth an Alpha pup.