The Genius Delta novel Chapter 22

Nothing could be better than falling asleep in Jonathan’s arms after an epic orgasm. I was wrong. What could be better? Wake up to Jonathan’s hot breath on my thighs, his searing kisses peppering my soft skin, all leading up to his tortuous tongue licking my pussy before dipping inside. He hadn’t done that last night, fingers and cock, yes, but we were both a bit too eager to delve into oral foreplay.

“Jonathan…” I moaned, arching against him as I gripped the sheets.

I moaned louder as his growl vibrated against my core, sending jolts of pleasure through me. His arms looped around my thighs, pulling them further apart as he devoured me like a starving man. I could already feel the pleasure building inside me, and I didn’t know how long I could take it before it exploded.

I know he’s never done this before, so why is he so fucking good at it? Maybe it’s because he’s being methodical about it. He’s taking his time, exploring, and learning, which touches push me closer to climax. How did I get the genius who can dream up the most insane and intricate inventions like Dove and apply that genius mind to sex?

As he flicked his tongue against my clit my claws ripped into the sheet. And when he sucked on my clit I lost it. I screamed his name, my voice echoing around the bunker as my claws dug into the mattress. My heart was racing as my body quivered from the aftershocks of my orgasm. The aftershocks were not at all lessened by Jonathan continuing to lap at me and swirl his tongue inside me.

“Fuck, you taste good.” Jonathan groaned against my pussy before returning to devouring me.

“Jonathan… oh fuck…” I bit my bottom lip as he started to coax my body back to the edge. “Want…need… you.” I was panting the words as I reached down for him.

It was a relief when he complied and started kissing up my body. My heart was still racing, but at least my body had otherwise gotten past the wave of that orgasm.

I wiggled under him as his beard tickled my stomach, and the giggle bubbling inside me became a moan as his mouth found my breasts.

At first, his attention was tender, soft kisses and swirling his tongue around my nipple. But as his hand massaged and teased my other breasts, he got a little rougher, nipping at the tender skin, leaving little love bites that we both know will fade. I hissed each time but not exactly in pain. It was this mix of pain and pleasure that had my pussy clenching in desire.

Just as I thought he would put me out of my misery, okay, this was far from suffering, but you know what I mean, he switched breasts. “You’re trying to kill me….” I growled as I tugged at his hair.

He pulled back and looked at me with a smile, his beard glistening made me blush as I realized why his beard was glistening. That was my orgasm in his beard, and given that he kissed my body, I also knew I probably had a trail of it on my skin. It sounds gross, but I quickly realized I don’t care. Besides, I can shower before work.

“What a way to go, átawit.” He winked before dipping his head back to my chest.

I rolled my eyes and arched against him. “If I’m going to die from orgasm, you better give me something thicker and longer to die on than your tongue.” I teased him as I reached between us. A smile spread across my lips as I found his hard cock.

“Persephone…” He sucked in a sharp breath, groaning as I wrapped my hand around his length.

I love how my name sounds on his lips, especially when he says it like that. Like I’m everything to him like I’m the key to everything. His mouth was on mine in a hungry, desperate kiss before I could taunt him further with my words. Tilting my hips, I guided his cock to my entrance. That seemed to be all the direction he needed as he thrust inside me.

“Persephone…” He groaned my name into the kiss as our bodies moved in sync, finding a rhythm that satisfied our desires.

We were limited in space in this alcove bed area, so we weren’t changing positions. Last night, I learned the hard way when I tried to get on top and bonked my head as I couldn’t fully sit up. It’s not like all of our future intimacy will be in this alcove.

He has a bedroom at the pack house, so we’ll eventually have sex in a proper bed. And there’s plenty of space in the rest of the bunker. I certainly wouldn’t mind getting fucked on the workstation or against one of the shelves of parts.

Like last night, the bunker was filled with the echoes of our moans and the smell of sex. That’s the best part of the bunker. No one else is going to hear or smell us. If we’d stayed at the pack house, the Alpha family and my little sister could have heard us. Delilah has to deal with enough sex sounds back in Incubi. She doesn’t need to listen to me having sex too.

As we both inched closer to climax, I felt his teeth scrape across the hollow of my neck. I tilted my head on instinct to give him more access, wanting him to mark me. I wanted and needed to feel the bond between us deepen. Sara was suddenly very much involved, as she held her breath as she waited and hoped that despite everything we’d said and been told, he would mark me.

Instead of sinking his teeth in, he sucked on the spot. I don’t know how long the hickey will last, but I could already tell it would be a deep dark mark with how hard and intensely he sucked at the spot. Fuck, it was hot, even hotter, when I thought about going to work with it visible. It may not be our mate mark, but at least it says I’m taken.

With that thought in mind, I pushed his hair aside and sucked at his neck, wanting to leave a mark on him. That seemed to be enough to drive us both over the edge. I growled against his neck, refusing to let go till I knew the hickey would last a bit longer.

Jonathan growled my name into my neck as my inner walls squeezed his dick, and I felt him release. I’m so fucking glad I have the IUD. But I still made a mental note that we should buy condoms. Better safe than sorry.

“Morning.” Jonathan smiled down at me. I chuckled and rolled my eyes.

“Good morning. I think I like waking up like this to an alarm clock.” I teased.

“We need to head to the pack house.” Jonathan groaned as he pressed a kiss to my shoulder.

“Yeah… that’s where all my clothes are, and I’m not going into the office in Bloodmoon training gear.” I agreed as I absently ran my hands down his back.

“Clothes are overrated. Maybe we could call in and say we’ll be remote. Then I can keep you naked all day.” Jonathan suggested, leaning up on his forearms to look down at me. The level of mischief in his eyes is utterly adorable.

‘If we work remotely, it also means not seeing Mila and maybe going for run breaks so Jaci and I can spend more time together.’ Sara pointed out.