Page 51 of His Wild Mate

I gulped hard and my blood pumped faster with equal amounts of excitement and fear.

“It'll be worth it,” he said. There was a dark look in his eyes. “Grab hold of the headboard and straddle my face.”

I couldn't believe I actually did it, but when his tongue lashed out and hit my most sensitive spot, I was glad I had.

A loud moan erupted from me and I could feel him smile against me as he relentlessly assaulted every nerve within. Mybreathing turned quickly to pants and my hips moved on their own accord at his intrusion. I'd never felt such exquisite torture before. I never wanted it to end.

All the tension within my body built until it felt like it actually exploded inside me. If I opened my eyes and found my body in a million pieces scattered around the room, I wouldn't even be surprised.

I screamed in pure blissful pleasure as something within me snapped. As my body began to shake all over, I rolled off of him and just laid there in shock.

He rolled over and kissed my cheek. I still wanted so much more, but I needed a few minutes to compose myself first.

We laid there quietly for some time before he broke the comfortable silence.

“Are you okay?”

I turned to face him, unable to stop smiling.

“I've never been better. Thank you.”

He chuckled. “Sweetheart, you don’t ever have to thank me for that. It was my pleasure.”

I blushed and covered my face with my hands.

His growl startled me, but when I peeked back at him his hand was suspended an inch away from me as he stared at it. I reached out and took it in my hands, laying it against my cheek. He couldn’t move it himself, but I could hold it there for him.

“I hate not being able to touch you.”

“Me too,” I confessed. “But if that was the backup plan, that's okay with me too.”

His head dropped back as he laughed.

“Is it always like this for you?”

“What? It's never been like this for me.”

He growled his approval and the sound shot need right back through me.

“I mean the discomfort, always being horny.”

I groaned. “Do we have to talk about it?”

I couldn't remember ever talking this much in a single day, but it also felt like I could talk to Emmett for hours more without tiring of it.

“Not if you don’t want to. I'm just trying to understand it all. The guys at the ranch are calling you a siren.”

I sighed. “I've heard that one before. The siren's curse is even what my grandmother used to call it.”

“Do all the women in your family go through this?”

“Yes. Well, the firstborn women at least. It’s some sort of inherited trait. My parents thought they could handle it, but they couldn't.” I didn’t want him to know just how bad things had gotten before I ran away. They had mated young, and my mother was a late bloomer. I hadn't had that luxury. Guys my age didn't even have a wolf to mate, and I was causing too much trouble in the Pack for them to wait for me to even come of age.

I shuddered at the memories.

“Are you still in touch with them?”

“No,” I said flatly, hoping that he realized that was not something I ever planned to explain to him.

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