The Genius Delta
Chapter 18 - Persephone

Maybe it's the mate bond, Jonathan, that I've spent too much time around the D'Amore family, or perhaps I never knew I was a sexually bold person. Whatever the reason, there's no going back now. I made my choice, and despite the initial discomfort of having his cock buried deep inside me, I regret nothing.

Is this how I pictured my first time? Outside with my legs wrapped around my mate, held in his strong arms in a standing position? No, absolutely not. Is this a LOT hotter than what I'd pictured? Hell yes. Then again, I never really thought about what my first sexual experience would be. And I hadn't tried to imagine what my mate would look like. I can assure you I would never have thought he'd look like Jonathan.

That might have made me a pessimist, but I figured I'd end up with someone dull as toast. A stable, average guy in the Goddess’ effort to try and balance out my personality. Yet here she went and surprised me by giving me a man who has been my idol for the last four years and is so like me it's almost scary. We fit together, sure, pun intended, like two puzzle pieces. And damn, I can’t imagine this being any other way with anyone else.

"Fuuckk... Persephone...” Jonathan groaned as the grip on my ass got so tight it would probably leave a bruise. Which is saying something given I'm a werewolf and heal.

I liked how he said my name. I've heard my name in various settings and tones, but this is my favorite. The mate bond had my body on sensory overload. I'm not naive to think sex wouldn't be good. I didn’t know it would feel this good. My eyes practically rolled back when he used his hold on my ass to start moving me up and down his cock. Major props to Jonathan because he's doing all this standing with nothing to even lean back against. A genius, handsome, and strong. This man is a triple threat.

'Yeah, a threat to your pussy with a chance of multiple orgasms.’ Sara snickered.

“Jon-ATH-an,” I moaned, my voice raised and lowered as the waves of pleasure crashed through me with each thrust.

I clung to him as I tried to keep in rhythm with him. I dug my fingers into his thick hair and kissed him, moaning his name into the kiss as his cock hit just the right spot to make my body quake with pleasure. I'm not sure how long either of us, especially him, will be able to stay in this position. I knew I wanted to make the most of it while it lasted.

I was right that we wouldn't stay like this for long. I know Jonathan had wanted us to get to the bunker, and maybe I should have waited, but I just couldn't. After I got my hands on his cock I knew I needed it inside me asap. I don't know where the entrance to the bunker is, but it could have been a meter, and it would have been too far to wait.

“Need...to...relocate...” Jonathan instructed between kisses as he went from standing to kneeling to having me on my back in the grass.

I don't care that I will have grass stains on my backside. I was going to need a shower anyway. The new angle meant new discoveries. I seriously enjoyed the feel of his weight on me as we didn’t miss a beat and as we continued our rhythm. This actually made it easier for me to put as much into matching his movements.

I tried to catch my breath as he kissed down my neck, but as he scraped his teeth over where his mark would go, I sucked in sharply and dug my nails into his shoulders. He hadn't even bit me, and I was pushed over that metaphoric edge. I'm not saying this is my first orgasm, just my first one, not self-created. And shit, it blew every masturbatory orgasm out of the water.

“Jonathan!” I shouted in pleasure as my head tilted back in ecstasy, my neck fully bared to him.

I don't think I'd mind if he marked me here and now. Granted, I'm not looking to miss even a day of my internship. Least of all, for my heat, but a week of this sounds like a sinful heaven on earth.

As his movements slowed and he growled my name against my throat, finding his release, one terrifying thought crossed my mind. We didn't use protection!

“Dummy. Crista insisted you start on the birth control intended for she-wolves after you shifted. It's a five-year implant. We have three more years before his swimmers could create a pup.’ Sara reminded me, and my blood pressure went back to normal

Jonathan must have had the same thought moments after I did because he went from slacked against me to suddenly leaning up with concern in his eyes. “Shit... I didn't even think about a condom or pu..." He started to speak.

I stopped him by pressing my finger to his lips. “We're good,” I assured him.

He didn't look very reassured. “But I should...” He protested, so I kissed him.

“IUD.” I sighed as I pulled back from the kiss. When his brow furrowed, I realized he had no clue what I was talking about. I guess that should be expected from a male.

“Crista was pretty insistent that I be on some form of birth control after I shifted. I didn’t want to keep up with remembering a pill or a schedule of a shot every three months. So we have about three years before it needs to be replaced.” I explained.

He sighed in relief and rested his head on my shoulder. “Good to know. When I send out apology baskets, I guess a thank you basket goes to your sister.” He snickered against my skin, sending a shiver through me.

“You can send her a thank you basket while I send an apology one.” I chuckled, and he groaned. “We really should go inside.” He sighed and made us both groan as he pulled out.

I didn't want to move as my thighs felt sore in the best way, and the grass was comfy. “I don’t know if I want to or can move.” I sighed.

“Come now. I'm sure you have more stamina than that, Miss Fayte.” He chuckled as he knelt between my legs.

I flipped him off on instinct. The playful smile on his lips looked out of place to the way his eyes darkened, and the amber started to swirl as he leisurely pursued my body. He licked his lips when his eyes locked on my breasts and again at the blonde curls hiding my very satisfied pussy.

“Take a picture. It will last longer.” I taunted him.

“Two problems with your suggestion. First, both our phones are on the ground by the packhouse. I'l have someone pick them up and put them in my room to charge.” He pointed out.

The downside of ripping clothes and shifting, things like cell phones get left behind. “And the second problem, Mister Silvercloud?” I arched my brow.

“If I take a picture, someone else could see it no matter how many firewalls I hide the file behind. And no one gets to see you like this..." He gestured to my still flushed naked body and my thighs where I could feel our mutual climaxes’ slickness. “but me.”

Who knew possessive Jonathan could be so hot? Who knew I'd like possessive Jonathan? The Goddess, that's who. She thinks of everything when she matches our souls. André is right when he says the Goddess knows what she’s doing.

"Okay, valid points.” I conceded. “So where is this bunker entrance, and do you have a shower? You've made me very dirty.” I asked as I gestured to my thighs.

"Just over there.” Jonathan pointed to a random patch of grass. “And yes, there is a shower you can use. It's not going to be anything fancy. Sort of the bare minimum type of bathroom.” He warned me as he got to his feet and offered me his hand.

“I didn't expect a great shower. You did say it was a bunker.” I nodded as I took his hand and, with a grunt, got to my feet. Yep even with werewolf healing, my thighs still hurt.

I watched as Jonathan hit what looked like random spots on the grass. “Am I missing something?” I asked as I stepped back in awe as the grass area flipped to reveal a hole.

“The keypad isn't visible to the naked eye. I designed it so that only I can see it using Jaci's gift.” Jonathan explained while he reached into the hole and the tunnel became illuminated to reveal a ladder.

“Ladies first. Plus, I have to close the lid.” He gestured for me to go first.

“Whoa. This will either be way cooler than the treehouse I built with my dad when I was ten or give me claustrophobia.” I teased as I carefully started to climb down the ladder.

“It's a tight fit and messy as fuck since, well, I don't usually have guests. But it's my home away from home and has more tech than you'll find at HQ." Jonathan explained as he closed the lid and followed me down the ladder.

I blinked as I reached the bottom and looked around. Well, Jonathan wasn’t wrong about it being a mess. I'm not all that tidy, but I think I could help him get more organized. My eyes went to the wall of monitors and the workstation of who knows what latest Silvercloud tech he was working on. As I started to walk toward the workstation, something swooped down, nearly hitting me in the head. "Stay back, Persephone Adelaide Fayte.” A voice commanded.

I blinked as I realized the voice was coming from a metallic dove etched with an intricate indigenous design that reminded me of totem animals I'd read about. “A dove? Why a dove? Jonathan, do doves have a special symbolism for Bloodmoon, your family, your birth pack, or you personally?” I asked, looking over my shoulder.

“I see you've met Dove. I have no idea why I made him. I created him in my sleep last night.” He shrugged, digging out a pair of boxers from a bin. “And no, the Dove is not a symbolic animal to me in any context. The Silvercloud totem animal is an owl.”

“Interesting, and you made it in your sleep?” I asked as I reached to touch the Dove. “The Dove is the Fayte mark. It was meant to represent our role as peacekeepers as the Betas of Nebrodi.” I explained.

I blinked as the bird cooed and rubbed its smooth metallic head against my fingers. This was officially the coolest thing I've seen. I can't believe he made this in his sleep. Like, wow, who does that? The level of detail and work that would have gone into Dove's creation is high. Jonathan continues to leave me in awe and inspire me to prove myself as an inventor.

“Maybe my subconscious was telling me something. Maybe Jaci’s shaman sixth sense knew our mate was coming.” Jonathan suggested as I felt his warm arms wrap around me, pulling me into his chest.

“You can look at Dove in more detail later. You asked for a shower. So let me lead you to the bathroom before you get too distracted to shower.” He teased, picking me up and turning toward the bunker’s other end. “Straight back. You can’t miss it since it's the only door.” He chuckled, pointing to the end of the bunker.

"Alright. But after my shower, I want to look at your new invention in greater detail. And I want answers to the questions I asked before we had sex.” I reminded him as I turned my head just enough to kiss him.

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