Fighting Spirit Series Chapter 8: Do I want her to feel it?

**Jack:**

I stood up quietly, walking over to her sleeping form sprawled out across the king-sized bed. Gently covering her scar riddled body, before retiring to my chambers. Entering my bedroom just to be met with a pungent perfume.

“Does this bitch not get the point?” Goki growled rolling his eyes.

“Obviously not. Even being tossed out on her naked ass.” Laughing coldly.

There she was laying across my bed, her dirty blonde hair draped across her shoulder; heavy layers of make-up making her look like an antique oil painting.

Sliding out of bed like a snake, slithering her way up to me wrapping her skinny arms around my neck. Turning my head to the side when she leaned up to kiss me, not wanting to taste her revolting peppermint mouth.

“Why are you here Lindsey?” I asked removing her arms from around my neck. Side stepping to head to the bathroom, just wanting to shower and try to get some sleep.

“I thought after a victorious showing of your strength, you would want a little extra in the bedroom.” Lindsey spoke nasally following behind me to the bathroom.

“If I wanted any action in my bedroom, I wouldn’t have called you. Now get out, before I throw you out like last time.” I huffed turning to enter the bathroom.

“But” …I cut her off, grabbing her dirty blonde hair dragging her naked ass across the gray granite floors.

Opening my bedroom doors, launching her ass out against the stone wall, slamming the door in her face. If she doesn’t get the message, then I guess Eli’s suggestion of throwing her over the balcony is next. Now, my fucking shower awaits me.

It’s mind blowing how a little hot shower therapy can wash away the foggy congestion of thoughts, except for one, Mei’s silver eyes. I could feel the heat collecting in my groin, my dick hardening, throbbing at the image of Mei.

Sliding my hand down around the base of my shaft, giving a slow hard tug. Leaning my forehead against the cool glass wall, stroking, twisting my shaft. Increasing the pressure around the shaft, stroking along the length, twisting gently around the head, then back down, slamming it harder. Repeating the movements as my breathing grew heavier focusing on her eyes, stroking in a feverous frenzy, until I started seeing white behind my eyelids.

A few heavier hard strokes, my balls twitched releasing my sticky cum into the shower water, watching as it slipped down the drain.

Silently watching the swirling water disappear, wrapping the gray towel around my waist walking back into the bedroom.

Fuck it! Crawling into bed with the towel, draping my arm over my eyes, replaying the day over and over, always coming back to Mei.

Two years since I first started dreaming about those eyes, two years ago is when her wolf awoke, the night Titan forced himself on her. Growl…

She’s still so innocent under all that blood. How can I tell if she feels the mate pull? Do I want her to feel it?

Hell, yes, I do.

**Mei:**

Fresh cedar and cinnamon tickled my nose. Only one person I know smells like that. Alpha Jack. Why?

Flipping my body over, sitting-up scanning the dimly lit room finding no one, or should I say someone.

Flopping back down into the bed, staring at the gray washed ceiling dancing with shadows chased by flickering lights from outside the French doors.

I slid out of bed, strolling slowly to look out the doors, not giving two shits if I was only in panties. I felt comfortable enough knowing nothing would happen to me, for the time being. It felt wonderful to shred Titan’s dick and balls from his body, hearing the dogs chomp into the wet sticky flesh.

Oh, the victory. Standing there scanning the outside when his light scent caught my attention again. Snapping my head to the right, closing my eyes taking in a deep lung-full, leaning forward following it to the gray-suede chair positioned in the corner. Placing my hands on the armrests, sweeping my head from down to up, standing up slowly.

“He was here.” Kyou laughed.

“Sure smells like it.” I replied laughing lightly.

“I told you, it is the mate bond.” Kyou hummed.

“What does it mean?” I asked walking towards the closet.

“It is the strong pull between two souls, to always be near each other, touching, appreciating, and procreating.” Kyou purred at the last word.

“Procreating?” I asked looking for any kind of clothing to put on, finding a black t-shirt that fell just above my knees, smelling like fresh cedar and cinnamon.

“Oh, his smell makes my body feel funny.”

“How do I say this without freaking you out? Procreating is when a male and female join to make pups, show love, or just to fuck.” Kyou stated shaking her head.

“Wait! Are you saying what Titan did to me?” I asked void of emotion.

“What he did was wrong, he forced himself on you. What I am saying is when you are attracted to the male, it can be forceful but under your agreement, but sex is glorious. A mate can give you sex beyond this world.” Kyou was panting.

“So, like how I find Jack attractive, means the sex would be awesome.” I asked feeling hot. A throbbing pain between my legs getting my attention.

“Yes and with his wolf.” Kyou exclaimed. Nodding her head.

Sitting down on the edge of the bed trying to understand all of this, clenching my legs together with a wet sensation on my panties alarming me. I slowly ran my fingers over the material, to see what the wetness was feeling a tiny hard lump. Brushing over it as a spark of electric static shot through my body jerking my hand back, curious as to what caused the spark.

Slipping my panties off; laying down like my body silently commanded, before I knew what to do. Sliding my fingers down, feeling the soft wet skin then the little nub. I could feel it twitching, gently brushing up and down, sparks of heated energy flashed all over my body as my breasts began to feel weird.

Closing my eyes, running my other hand over my chest, feeling the hard nub on both breasts, pinching, rubbing as the sparks intensified. Images of Jack and his dark auburn hair, his majestic blue eyes, his tan body dripping in the bayou sweat, those juicy rose-tinted lips.

I was staring at him, sprawled out on his bed in just a towel. Walking over to him, running my fingers along his ab muscles, down his V, lightly pulling the towel away feeling the muscles shutter beneath my fingertips. He was long, meaty, and hard with veins popping out along his girth. The mushroom looking tip was slightly darker with a small bead of white seeping out the tip, bending over to lick it away; tasting it was salty, sour, and creamy.

A small moan escaped his mouth indicating he liked what I did. Gently grabbing his shaft, feeling his pulse twitch against my palm running my hand up and down, licking the tip again adding more of my mouth.

Adding my other hand, moving both hands up and down, side to side, running my tongue around the edge of his tip. More moans, slight shifting as his fists gently gripped the sheets. Enjoying the responses I was getting, moving faster, dropping my mouth further down.

“Mei” escaped his mouth, fisting the sheets harder, body tensing as my rhythm picked up, until his dick started twitching, releasing his white-hot salty cream in my mouth.

He gasped, growl moaning. I was back in my room, seeing white flashes behind my eyelids, my body tensing too as a gushing rush of wetness hit my hands, gasping out a scream. Tiny little needle pricks rolled all over my body, breathing heavyily staring up at the ceiling, feeling each fiery rush flood my body.

Sleep overtook me again.