Page 64 of Pregnant Rejected Mate

“I need all of you…” I whimper, knees quivering from the tingling need. “I need you right now.”

He groans in response, dipping his head at my neck and peppering my flesh with open-mouthed kisses. Lightly nipping his way down, he latches on the mound of my breast that peaks from the top of my v-neck.

“Ah!” I moan when his teeth sink into soft flesh, his cheeks forming a vacuum that suckles on my skin. When he pulls back, his eyes glow with appreciation for the artwork of blotched pink he’s left behind. He smirked so coyly, igniting a fire within me from how seductive he looked. Gone is the sweet ocean from his eyes when he looks at my face, in its place, a dark glow of lust.

It’s sinister and intoxicating all at once, reminding me of the few glimpses of his beastly spirit I’d caught before. That fighter spirit, the one who snaps the necks of werewolves like they’re twigs.

“Fuck…” I groan under my breath, drinking up all of the raw, bestial man in front of me. It’s his cue to grab the neckline of my t-shirt and rip it off me as if it means nothing. The gasp that escapes me isn’t from fright but from having my desire set on fire right now.

I become mindless when he yanks on my bra, pulling the cups off my breasts in one fluid tug. This epitomizes baser desire, where nothing else matters except the need to mate.

That’s why he wanted me as his mate. This isn’t like the other times when we made love. This is a pure instinct that takes the wheel in its most natural form. Like animals, his dragon needed to be sated as much as my primal human needed it to be.

The ripping of clothes continues until I’m seated on the bathroom counter in nothing but my skin. Skin that pebbles with goosebumps as I watch him undress, paying close attention to every muscle on his body as it flexes and dips with his movements. When he’s fully undressed, his cock hangs heavy, with the tip dripping with precum, I can’t help but gawk at how gorgeous his proportions are.

Not just the fullness of his cock that has my walls squeezing around nothing, but the way his body is sculpted so perfectly has me salivating. When I finally drag my gaze toward his face, I notice that his eyes twinkle with identical sentiments as he ogles me.

“By the gods, Sierra…” he rasps as he closes in on me, smoothing his palms over my bare thighs and spreading heat in the wake of his touch. “How is it possible that you’ve become more beautiful?” he whispers, leaning into the crook of my neck, fanning hot air on my earlobe. It sends a sharp, distinct ripple of electricity through me, that livens up every nerve-ending in my body. My head rolls back on my neck, my eyes fluttering closed when one hand settles on my chest, and he slowly smooths his palm down my chest.

“Hm…” I hum as I tuck my bottom lip between my teeth, savoring the delicious way he touches me, his hands praising my body with every stroke, every knead of my voluptuous breasts that appear so small within his large hands. When he hitches a finger under my chin, I’m compelled to open my eyes and watch him as he spits on two fingers before wiping his saliva over the velvet sheath of his erection.

The act is again so raw and primal, causing me to instinctively part my thighs as far as humanly possible, draping one arm over his shoulder as he lines the tip of his cock with my weeping entrance. He stares at me through hooded eyes, one hand settling on the back of my head just as the crown greets the first layer of my folds.

“Tell me that you need me…” he husks. “I wanna hear you say the words again.”

“I need you, Felix,” I say with desperation, clutching his upper arms. “I need you…”

He responds with a lowly growl, plunging into my depths while simultaneously pulling my head forward and crushing my lips with a ferocious kiss. He devours my essence and ruins it at the same time, his thrusts firm and deliberate. The air fills with the sounds of skin slapping skin and lewd kisses, along with the heady scent of sweat and sex. Crying out his name while holding onto his shoulders for dear life, he scoops my bottom from the counter and carries me out of the bathroom.

Each step he takes toward the bedroom creates a steady rhythm of back and forth riding on his cock while he keeps me levitated with the effortlessness of his strength. We’re a tangled mass of our bodies when he descends on the bed, his weight pressing me down as he stills his hips and breaks the kiss.

The lustful dark tinge in his eyes is still present but with a mix of longing and desire that reaches further than just the sex. He cups my face with one hand, smoothing the pad of his thumb gently over my cheek, staring intensely into my eyes.

I feel so feral, I can barely control myself, grabbing his neck and pulling him in for another kiss. It quickly escalates into more heated desire, his hips moving as he begins to thrust into my depths.

My mind is mush, my body clambering toward the peak of my existence with every stroke. Felix whispers against my lips that he’s close, while all I can do is sing his name to the chorus of his thrusts.

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Spent and satiated, I can barely count the number of times I came today. Or tonight, considering that the sun has already set, the moon now covering Felix’s bedroom with its silvery glow.

Somewhere in the day, we’d taken our love-making to his bedroom—of course, after frolicking in the hallway with the thrill of being caught.

Giggling to myself, I turn and notice that the bed is empty. I’d been drifting in and out of sleep, my body too exhausted, while my heart and soul wanted to be awake to bask in the elated feeling.

I spot Felix on the balcony with only his boxers hanging low on his hips, hands braced on the rails as he stares at the sky. I tiptoe toward him, sliding my arms around his waist from behind and smiling pleasantly when he drapes one arm over my shoulders and draws me into his side.

“I thought you were asleep,” he whispers as he kisses my forehead. “I wouldn’t have left you alone if you were up.”

Pressing my cheek against his sculpted chest, I sigh contentedly and join him in gazing at the sky.

“I’m sorry, Felix…” I begin softly. “I was being foo—”

“Shh…” he says sternly, pressing a finger to my lips. I lift my eyes to find a strict furrow in his brows. “You have nothing to apologize for. I was the idiot who left you in the first place. I deserve every moment of hell you choose to give me.”

“I don’t wanna give you hell,” I admit with a pout, reaching out to cup his cheek. “It hurt me as much as it hurt you. And the truth is, Felix, I never stopped loving you.”

Hope flashes in his eyes, along with remorse. It finally feels like a weight has been lifted off my shoulders, and I can breathe again now that I’ve told him how I feel.

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