The Genius Delta

Chapter 22 - Persephone

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 Copyright by Nôv/elDrama.Org.

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.

“So tempting.” I sighed. “But it’s only my second day, and I don’t want to make a bad impression on

others. Especially since I will be staying even after the internship ends.”

“Oh?” He teased me. “Being my mate doesn’t mean I’m going to hire you.”

“Nor should it be. I don’t want you to hire me because we have an intimate relationship. You’re going to

hire me because I’m fucking brilliant.” I smirked up at him.

“We’ll see how brilliant you are as your internship progresses.” He conceded. “But let’s head out since

you insist we go to the office.” He sighed as he went to roll off me.

“Jonathan!” I quickly grabbed him as he yelped, having not been thinking in which direction he rolled

and started to fall out of the alcove.

“See, this is how often I sleep up here.” We both started laughing as he landed on me.

He rolled in the other direction, and I climbed down first. We didn’t bother grabbing clothes as we’d be

running in wolf form back to the packhouse. So we went topside, and once he had secured the bunker,

we shifted to Jaci and Sara and made our way to the pack house. When we got to the pack house, we

changed into some spare clothes in a bin near the tree line.

“Looks like you two had a good first night.” David snickered over his cup of coffee as we walked past

the kitchen.

“Yep. Not all of us were stupid enough to date before finding our mate.” Jonathan shrugged.

I’m not sure I understood the dig, but David’s eyes narrowed for a moment before Mikali clapped his

hand on his shoulder. “Let it go, David. Let Silvercloud be happy. None of us want to get glitter

bombed.” Mikali sighed.

“Trust me. I can do worse than a glitter bomb.” I smiled as we turned to head up the stairs.

“There you are, Persephone!” Delilah greeted me as she suddenly hugged me on the stairs. “You didn’t

come back last night.”

“Well yeah. I spent the night with Jonathan.” I pointed out as I freed myself from my little sister.

“But doesn’t he live here?” Delilah frowned and looked at Jonathan, then back at me. “Did you mark?

Or are those just hickeys?” She pointed at the spot on my neck he’d spent so much time sucking on.

“Just hickeys. We are waiting till after our family visits to mark.” I explained.

“Oh yes, I heard they were all coming. It’s going to be so much fun to see them. We can tell them about

what we’ve been doing here in Bloodmoon. And I hope I’ve made some friends by then so I can

introduce them.” Delilah happily clapped.

“You have friends here. What about Suzie Walterson? And I’m sure you could befriend Hana.” I pointed

out.

“Well, yes, I have Suzie. We made plans to hang out today after I finished my classes. She’s going to

introduce me to all her friends. I hope they like me. As for Hana…” Delilah glanced up the stairs.

I furrowed my brow as I saw Hana stepping out of a room with luggage. Is she leaving? Because

Jonathan found a mate? How childish. It’s not even like they were dating before I showed up.

“Princess Hana, are you ready?” Someone behind us questioned. I turned my head to see a red-haired

boy that reminded me of Sadria standing.

“Yes, Iver. I’m just waiting for the stairs to be clear. Then we can join the others. We wouldn’t want to

miss our flight to the first gathering.” Hana answered.

“Come on, let’s shower and get ready for work.” Jonathan encouraged, tapping my hip.

“I’ll see you at breakfast.” Delilah smiled and moved around us so we could go upstairs.

I could sense the tension as we got to the top of the stairs. Hana was staring at us, and it was

uncomfortable, to say the least. Or at least it was for me. Jonathan seemed to take it all in stride.

“Safe travels, Princess Hana. May the Goddess show you your true path during the summer

gatherings.” Jonathan nodded.

“Thank you. If things go well, I may only have to return for my things and say goodbye to daddy,

Aurelia, and my siblings.” Hana nodded, not looking at me, before she hurried down the stairs with her

bag.

“That was awkward. I know you said you never dated anyone, but….” I frowned and gestured to the

stairs.

“Hana was a toddler when Logan brought her and her mother home. I have thought of her as a sister

more than anything else. She developed a crush, and I’ve never encouraged it.” Jonathan assured me.

I sighed and nodded, believing him. “Okay. I’m going to my room to shower and change. I’ll meet you

downstairs.” I suggested.

“Or I could shower with you. Save on hot water.” Jonathan offered with a smile.

“Yeah…. No. I want to be on time for work. If I let you in the shower, we’ll have sex instead of getting to

the office.” I shook my head as I ducked into my guest room before he could retort. I don’t trust myself

to shower with that man.