Page 43 of Cruel Mate

He kissed her passionately, holding her face in both his hands.

“Shall we go back to the dining room?” he whispered against her lips then, and Layla might have struck him if her body wasn’t so limp from all the cumming.

“Is that what you want?” she asked, her insides tightening at the thought of leaving this moment. It definitely wasn’t what she wanted.

“This isn’t about what I want,” he said, rubbing his lips ever so lightly over hers, tilting his head back just enough that their eyes could meet.

The desire in his gaze was plain.

“I’m not hungry,” Layla said, shaking her head with some difficulty between his hands.

“Then tell me what you want,” Zander told her, his tone somewhere between an order and a request.

Layla couldn’t deny it a moment longer, and so she whimpered, “I want you.”

Zander’s only response was to hook his hands around her buttocks once more and pull her up into his arms.

With a small yelp, Layla wrapped her arms around his neck, and when he kissed her again, she wrapped her legs around his waist, too.

He was so strong, so powerful, and yet he was so gentle as he kissed her and sat her down on the counter beside the sink.

She gasped a little with the shock of the cold surface beneath her butt before it was quickly forgotten when Zander’s hand slipped between them and stroked her pussy again.

He rubbed in a slow circular motion until she was so close to cumming that she dug her nails into his shoulders and gasped, “Please, Zander, I need you.”

Zander smiled against her lips and said, “Your wish is my command, mate.”

He entered her.

Layla’s heart skipped a beat. Mate… yes, that was exactly what they were, but she had barely allowed herself to think about it. Yes, they’d mated and there was a child growing in her belly, and yes, they had been married before the eyes of the entire pack, but Layla had felt as if she were on the outside looking in, watching it unfold as if it were all happening to someone else. She’d felt as if she had no control over any of it.

But she had control over this. She felt the power she had over Zander as she dared to whisper, “Slower.”

And Zander responded, thrusts becoming slower and deeper, hitting just the right spot.

Layla moaned, kissing Zander with her arms wrapped more tightly around his neck, angling her hips toward him to take every inch of him.

And when she felt her climax growing teasingly closer, she whispered, “Faster, Zander, please, go faster.”

Zander growled in her ear, his breath coming in heavy pants as he followed her command. Scared she might claw his flesh, Layla removed her arms from his neck and gripped the edge of the counter instead, holding on for dear life as he slammed inside her over and over, making her scream with pleasure.

“Fuck! Zander, harder, please, harder!”

They were lost in each other, Zander following her every command without question.

And when he whispered in her ear, “Cum with me, baby,” she did just that.

Feeling his cock throbbing hard inside her, Layla came, her pussy squeezing him so tightly that he was forced to stop moving.

She felt his essence fill her up, biting her lip with the pleasure of it as she offered up one final moan.

Zander leaned his head against her shoulder, his face nuzzled into her neck as he quivered with the effort of his own climax.

Layla wrapped her arms around him again, not yet ready for him to pull out. She wished this moment would last a lifetime, worried for what might come when they both came down from their pleasure.

Things had been rocky enough between them already. She wanted this high to last.

“Thank you,” Zander whispered, startling her enough to pull back.

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