Page 55 of His Wild Mate

With a gasp she pulled back and stared down at me.

“How is this possible? I was so certain I'm not in heat. But I want you just the same.”

I grinned, trying not to chuckle.

“You don't have to be in heat to feel desire, sweetheart. When you're with the right person, it's a normal, healthy part of life.”

We hadn't had sex yet, and I'd taken a lot of cold showers, but I was enjoying finding new and creative ways to pleasure her within the constraints Thomas had set.

I liked to think I'd always been a generous lover, but never as much as with her. I was completely captivated by my beautiful mate and couldn't get enough of her.

Her leg stretched across my thighs and brushed against me. A groan of pleasure rumbled through me at the intimate contact.

With a gasp, Paige pulled back from me. I reached for her, but my hands stopped short by the invisible force of the Alpha order. I growled.

“You want me too, don't you?”

My brow furrowed. “What are you talking about?”

“I thought you were just helping me ease my discomfort while I was in heat.”

Her blush ran from her cheeks down her neck. I followed the path to her breasts. God I loved her body.

I sat up and flicked my tongue over one and was rewarded with her moan.

Stopping long enough to look up her I said, “Paige, you don't have to be in heat for me to make you feel good. And yes, it affects me too. Of course it does. I want you so bad it hurts.”

To prove my point, I thrust my hips to rub myself against her leg.

Her eyes widened. Was she truly surprised by this fact? As I watched the expressions on her face, I believed she was.

“Emmett.”

She didn't finish whatever she was going to say. Instead, she pushed me back down and snuggled up next to me like she was trying to process what I'd just told her. I knew she was still a virgin. It seemed impossible with her curse and all, but I knew it with certainty. There was no way I was going to pressure her intohaving sex. I had no doubts it would happen when the time was right, but that had to be her decision to make. Never once had I even mentioned it.

“Emmett,” she said again.

“Paige?”

She kissed my chest and rubbed her hand over my lower stomach, stopping to toy with the small patch of hair there, close enough that the back of her hand kept brushing me, causing my dick to jump of its own accord.

“Does this feel good to you?” she asked.

“Yes,” I said hoarsely. “Everywhere you touch me makes me feel good.”

She held her breath for a minute and then wrapped her hand around me.

“Even here?”

It took me a moment to compose myself enough to respond.

“Especially there.”

She touched me and stroked me like she was studying my reactions. I could feel her smile as a moan of pleasure escaped me. She seemed fascinated, and I didn't dare move. I wasn't even sure I was breathing.

“Tell me what to do,” she whispered.

“I'm yours, sweetheart. You can do whatever you want.”

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