Page 76 of Owning His Mate

I never wanted a mate, never wanted to let that part of myself be open ever again, but Kye and I have been through so much together in the short time since we were forced into this union. It surprises me how fast I have come to rely on him, to need him, and to crave him.

And I want to make him feel better right now.

His tongue slides inside my mouth, tasting every inch of me that he can, and I meet him caress for caress, wanting to taste him just as much.

When I’m with him, I feel invincible, as if I can take on the world. And it is that kind of confidence we will both need if we are going to defeat our enemies.

My fingers tangle in his hair, pulling him closer, needing every inch of him.

“Get a fucking room,” someone shouts—probably Sawyer.

I flip him the bird, even as I keep my lips locked to Kye’s. He does eventually pull back once he’s had his fill, his forehead resting against mine. I know he is scared, not of fighting, not even of dying, but of something happening to me. I know it because I feel it through the bond, but even if I didn’t, I understand it because I have the same fear for him.

Tomorrow is not promised, and whatever time we have on this earth, we have to make the most of it. There was a time when I didn’t feel like anything could get better, but now I have hope. And that is a powerful motivator.

“Tell me to stop or I’m going to fuck you right here,” Kye says in a low growl.

Heat pools in my belly, my pussy throbbing with need, and I have to resist the urge to grind against him. “I don’t want to scar Savannah.”

His lips twitch. “Can’t have that, can we?”

I ghost my fingers over his cheek. “Do you feel better?”

“I’m getting there.”

“Do you want to go again?” I wiggle my eyebrows, realizing how much he’s changed me. I would never have joked around like this before.

He lifts off, careful not to squash me, and then reaches down, offering me his hand. I take it, grinning as he hoists me to my feet as if I weigh nothing.

Hand in hand, we walk over to the table where the others are sitting.

“What kind of training are we calling that?” Sawyer asks with that lazy smile he always has on his face.

“The type that you should keep your fucking nose out of,” Kye replies before I can.

Roux nudges her mate in the ribs, firing him a warning look, which, of course, Sawyer ignores. “Maybe we need to do more of that,” he says to his mate. “I particularly liked the part where there was grinding?—”

She clamps a hand over his mouth, shooting an apologetic look in my direction. “Sorry, sometimes he doesn’t know when to stop talking.”

I reach for an unopened water bottle on the table. “It’s not your fault you’re mated to a wolf with the humor of a teenage boy.”

“He was worse than this when he was a teenager,” Wyatt says, holding both ends of the towel wrapped around his neck.

“It’s true,” Cade adds. “He was always a pain in the ass.”

Sawyer places a hand over his heart, as if wounded. “The betrayal cuts deep. How quick you all are to turn on me!”

Wyatt rolls his eyes. “Who says we were on your side to begin with?”

“We’re family.”

“And?”

His brows raise. “Well, I assumed that meant something.”

Everyone stops talking as Callum approaches with Beck, and the happy banter is immediately lost under the seriousness of their expressions.

“What’s wrong?” I demand.

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