Inequities by Jambrea Jo Jones

Forever. Heart and soul.”
    That earned him a kiss on his hipbone. He had to let her go and grab the sheets. Vivian reached his dick and she didn’t go for the quick blowjob. No, she nuzzled his balls and took them into her mouth. Sucking hard. Russ’ hips cleared the bed. He had to force himself to settle back down. He was so hard and needy. And alive. He burned with desire to be one with his mate.
    But he let her take the lead. She needed to feel empowered and he wasn’t going to stop her. Russ sighed in relief when his cock eased past her red lips. Her tongue lapping at his pre-cum.
    She moaned around his dick. He bit his lip. No way he wanted to come yet. He needed inside her body.
    “Need—” Vivian rubbed her check along his length.
    “What. Tell me,” Russ managed to rasp out.
    “Hard. You. God, Russ. I—fuck me.” Her face coloured as the words left her lips.
    His beautiful baby. He could do that. Russ flipped them around and her legs opened wide so he could rest between them. They fit together so perfectly. Russ didn’t waste time. She wanted hard, he’d give her hard.
    Russ took both of her wrists in his hands and held them tight, moving them to the headboard. The steel frame was perfect for what he had in mind.
    “Hold here and don’t let go.”
    Vivian nodded and complied with his wishes. Her reward was not waiting. She was already slick with need. Russ hissed as he slid into her hot pussy. Vivian clutched at him like she didn’t want to let him go.
    And he wouldn’t. Never again. His mate. His love.
    “Move,” she demanded.
    Russ pulled out until only the tip of his cock was enveloped in her warmth then he slammed back inside. Home.
    “So good,” he crooned.
    “Need—need—Russ—please.”
    “That’s it baby. What is it,” he panted. “Tell me.”
    “To touch. Let me.”
    Russ pressed her into the bed and grounded his pelvis against hers before responding.
    “Let go, love. Feel.”
    Vivian’s legs wrapped around him, digging her heels in, pulling Russ inside her deeper and deeper. He didn’t want to crush her, but she had her arms around his shoulders. She surrounded him and he thrust harder and harder. His hand going to her ass, clutching her tight.
    Vivian’s nails embedded themselves in his back. Russ kissed her neck and bit his mating mark. She went wild, bucking beneath him.
    “Close.”
    “Russ. Give it to me. Let go. Please—please—oh God. I need you.”
    Russ roared his release, his hips thrusting again and again. All control gone. His to give, hers to take. Every inch of him belonged to the woman under him. He breathed in her scent. Both of them panting. He moved off Vivian, rolling them to the side so he could keep her close to his heart. Right where she belonged.
    Russ rubbed light circles on Vivian’s back, bringing her down from her high. Both of them happy to be alive and with each other. Sealing their bond tighter than before.
    “I tried—”
    Vivian’s voice was so low he almost missed her words.
    “Tried what, baby?” He kissed her temple.
    “To get away. I had—I had the gun. I fired, but forgot the safety. Then I messed up, looked down. He charged and the gun went off. I thought—he went down—I—I thought—he’d been—hit.” Vivian’s voice rose with each word.
    Forcing them out. His soothing wasn’t working, but he needed to let her get through this.
    “I’m proud of you. So very proud,” Russ said over and over again.
    “I ran. So fast. I felt for sure I could get back to you. Always to you. You were—hurt and down and I didn’t know. I didn’t—know—if—oh God.” Vivian sobbed into his shoulder.
    “I’m fine. I’m here. Safe. Both of us. Safe.” He’d tell her that every day if he had to.
    “He tricked me. And caught me. I’d shifted and ran. But he was too fast. Slammed me down. I think I shifted then I was—and then—here—you—”
    He shushed her with a light caress of mouths. A lazy kiss back and forth. She