Chapter 11Jesse sank to the library floor, sitting with his back against the desk, trying to catch his breath. Somehow, even with Emma’s heightened pleasure flowing through him, even with her tight body wrapped around his c**k, even with the obvious satisfaction in Gideon’s eyes when he bit Emma, Jesse had managed to control the feedback loop. Instead of letting it carry them away until all three of them forgot themselves, taking them to a place without limits, without control, without something as primal as pain, he had carefully monitored everything he absorbed and everything he sent back. Even though Emma was the one with the true empathic gift, Jesse had the control. And with that, the assurance that he would not—could not—hurt her again.
But that victory lasted mere seconds before a
