Page 36 of The Runaway Mate

“You like that, do you?”

“Goddess, yes,” I breathed, struggling to think.

He pulled out again, so slowly I thought I was going to die.

“Want more?”

“Yes!”

Then he lost whatever control he had and let loose, slamming into me over and over again. It was delicious and hot. I could feel my orgasm building.

“More,” I demanded, and Ryan complied. I don’t know how we got there, but suddenly, my back was against the wall. I put my feet against the dressing table, using the leverage so I could drive down even harder onto his cock.

Ryan’s pace increased. I met his rhythm, the wet slapping noises of our bodies crashing into each other sending me closer to the edge. I couldn’t think. I just knew I needed this.

“Yes!” I threw my head back as Ryan groaned, and our orgasms took over our bodies and souls. The world went black, and I floated in a pool of bliss. It didn’t last long, though. My whole body jolted as if I’d been struck by lightning. My Pack bond sprang to life, and the thread that went from Ryan to me shined bright gold, blinding me. It felt so real, so strong, and for a brief moment, I could feel what Ryan was feeling. His joy, his awe of me. Me! His determination that this was the start of us, and nothing could break us apart. I was there with Ryan, and I felt so safe, so loved that I cried out when I was thrown back to my body, and the bond dimmed to a constant thrum inside of me.

Chapter twenty-five

Mai

Icame to on the floor, Ryan lying next to me. He gently stroked the hair out of my face.

“Mai?”

“What the hell was that?” I asked, struggling to get up. I was covered in sweat and felt weak and empty inside, mourning the loss of Ryan and the loss of feeling the bond, of knowing what Ryan felt.

“Our mate bond. It sealed.”

I frowned. “I knew we were mates. I’ve known that for a long time.”

“Yes, but until fated mates have sex, the bond is thin, almost brittle. When we open ourselves up to each other, give a bit of ourselves to the other, then only will it seal.”

“Oh,” I said, my mind and body reeling from what we just did.

Ryan picked me up and gently placed me on the bed.

“You okay?” he asked.

“Uh-huh.” I nodded. Whatever tomorrow might bring, I was going to be dreaming about this night for years to come.

“Good, ‘coz I’m not nearly done with you.”

Oh, boy.

A sudden sweep of Ryan’s arms under my knees and back startled me and made me giggle. He cradled me against his chest. The warmth of his body radiated through my skin, and I couldn’t help it when I leaned into him and kissed a trail up his neck.

“Mai,” he warned. I ignored him, and my tongue darted out to lick the place where his neck met his jaw.

“Christ” he growled.

Ryan walked into the bathroom and set me down in the shower so I was facing the spray. He reached out and turned on the faucet, steam quickly filling the room.

The sensation of the water streaming over my breasts was intoxicating, each drop awakening a new desire within me.

“Feels good, doesn’t it?” Ryan whispered into my ear as he tweaked my nipple with his fingers, the heat of his breath mixing with the steam surrounding us.

“Yes,” I breathed, wriggling back into him as he pressed his body against mine. The contrast between the hot water and the solid warmth of Ryan’s chest made my senses sing, every inch of my skin alive and begging for more of his touch. I could hardly think straight. Ryan moved my hair to the side and kissed my neck. Then his hand trailed gently down my back, over the curve of my hips, and round to my ass. He caressed my skin, each stroke building the need inside me. But it wasn’t enough. I wanted more.

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