Page 101 of Owning His Mate

As if he reads my mind, and maybe he does because I’m not sure what I’m feeling through the bond right now, he lifts off me enough to drag my pants down my thighs, my panties with them. His fingers dip into my soaking wetness, swirling along my slit up to my clit and then down to push inside my tight channel. My back arches slightly off the bed, pushing his fingers deeper into my body and making me groan.

My mate is everything to me, and I would die to defend him and protect him. With his fingers still inside me, he dips low, pressing some of his weight against my torso as he kisses me. Between my legs throbs with need, and I feel like I’m about to combust if he doesn’t help me.

I press my fingers harder into his skin. “I need you,” I gasp.

“You have me,” he assures me, and my heart soars at hearing it. He is the only thing in my life that makes any sense right now—him and Savannah. I love him, everything about him just completes me.

He holds himself on his elbows, shoving his pants down and freeing his cock. My mouth waters instantly. Kye is well endowed, with a thick shaft that stretches me in the most delicious way. I part my thighs wider, ready to receive him as he bends to lap his tongue along my slit to that little bundle of nerves that gives me so much pleasure. He swirls around it for a moment, sucking it into his mouth and making my body lift off the bed, even as my fingers fist into the covers beneath me.

“My good girl,” he says. “You’re going to take all of me, aren’t you?”

I nod, eager for him to fill me up. “Yes,” I pant. “Please.” I rub my clit, trying to find some reprieve, but he pulls my hand away, trapping them both over my head.

He peers down at me, and all I see is his love for me shining in his eyes. I feel it too. I love him. I never thought that was possible, but I want to grow old with him. I want to sit with him on our porch with grandkids running around us. I want that future, not the one where we’re running for our lives.

He presses his cock against my entrance, the thick head of it slipping inside just a fraction. He’s teasing me, but I don’t have the patience for that. Not this time. So I push my hips up, forcing his cock inside me. We both gasp, his width stretching me as his hand roams over my stomach.

“A bit impatient, huh?” he teases.

But thankfully, he doesn’t continue the torture. He drags his hips back and plunges back into me over and over. His pace starts slow, his hips rolling with every thrust, pushing deliciously inside me. I wrap my legs around his ass, keeping him in place as he drives deeper and deeper. Every part of my body feels elated and alive as my orgasm starts to build. This right here, this is perfection, and one day, when it’s safe, I hope my heat cycle will start and I’ll feel his knot inside me, swelling and tying us together like never before.

His lips pull into a smirk. “You know I can sense what you’re thinking, right?”

“You’re telling me you’re not waiting for the day I have my first heat?”

His expression drops a little. “Yeah, I want that, of course I do, but not yet. Not like this.”

I think about Tessa and Abel and the terror they must be feeling knowing how vulnerable they are with a baby on the way. Our heat cycles are difficult to predict, though they don’t usually happen right after mating, and pregnancy amongst our kind is really hard to achieve. Tessa and Abel defied all the odds, and normally, that would be a good thing, but given the current climate, I can understand why they might not find it so.

“Not yet,” I agree.

My thoughts scatter as my orgasm rolls through me, at the same time as his. Kye’s hips stutter as he shoots his load inside me. Sweat covers our skin as he tries not to collapse on top of me.

Speared beneath him, his cock holding me in place, is the most divine moment of my life.

Eventually, he pulls free of my body, and I whimper at the loss of him before he sags onto the bed next to me, pulling me onto his chest. I lean my ear against his heart, feeling the pulse of it against my cheek.

“When this is over, let’s buy a house on a lake.”

He glances down at me. “You like the water?”

“No, not really, but when we were at the Sanctuary, the cabins all overlooked this big lake, and it was one of the few times in my life that I ever felt at peace. I could see Savannah running around, playing—maybe a few pups of our own.”

He presses a kiss into my hairline. “I’ll go wherever you want me to go.”

There’s a smell right outside the door before it’s flung open. Kye instinctively covers me with his body, but not because he’s afraid we’re about to be attacked. As a vargr wolf, he has a better sense of smell than I do, so I’m sure he knew the guy at the door was Ayden. Still, I have to smile at his need to shield me from view.

Ayden doesn’t notice Kye baring his teeth at him, which puts all my senses on alert. My mate is a little fierce when he’s being possessive.

“Beck and the others just got back.” They’d gone out this morning after receiving reports of roaming hunters. Callum was worried they intended to attack to free their leader, so he sent a team of ten to do some investigating. The fact Ayden is here like this means something went wrong.

I grab the covers from the bed, wrapping them around my body so I can focus on what he’s come to say.

“Kid, you never heard of knocking?” Kye snaps.

Ayden shakes his head, holding his winded side as he tries to suck in a breath. “It was a trap. Two are dead.”

My blood runs cold. Beck is clearly okay from what he said, but Wyatt and Sawyer were on that mission. “Who died?”

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