Page 15 of Mate Forsaken

She drifted for a moment on a sea of blissful content,watching as he stood and unzipped his jeans. Now she was frantic for more, so she helped him ease his long, thick cock from its confinement. Miles grabbed her ass and scooted her forward, until her bottom hung halfway off. There was no finesse. No smooth movement to their frantic need to feel each other. Circe placed him at her entrance, and a moment later, he pushed inside her with one quick thrust.

Both moaned in sync at the incredible feeling. Miles leaned his forehead against hers, breathing deep. She placed her hand on his pectoral and felt the staccato beat of his heart, matching hers in perfect rhythm.

“I’ve dreamed of this,” he whispered. “Of you being in my arms once more. Every night I lay in my bed, praying to the High Luna you were okay. That you were safe. That you’d come back to me. I tortured myself wondering who you were with. If you were happier with him instead of me. Hoping you weren’t, and then feeling guilty about that. I love you so fucking much, Circe.”

His words shredded her heart, and she could no longer hold back. Tears poured down her cheeks as she angled her head and kissed him. The heat of his body melted into hers.

“I love you, too,” she managed to gasp through all the emotions crashing through her. For the first time in fifteen years, she felt whole. Complete. She never wanted to lose that feeling. “Please don’t break my heart again.”

“Never,” he vowed. “Oh God, babe, you are so tight and hot. Are you ready for me?”

“Please, Miles. Make me yours again,” she pleaded. “Don’t hold back. Give me everything you have.”

He braced against her, and any hesitation he might have had disappeared as he gave her exactly what she wanted. The table creaked as he thrust into her again and again, until all she could hear were wet smacking sounds as he pounded into her pussy. She dug her nails into his back like an animal.A wild, savage creature needing nothing else but to fuck and be fucked. Excitement mounted with each breathtaking plunge. Miles’s body quivered against hers, and she knew he was going to come the second before he did. His fingers dug into her ass and he yanked her close, over and over, until he let out a roaring cry and spilled deep inside her body. The intensity of his release triggered her own, and she tumbled headlong into a kaleidoscope of colors. Sublime. Exhilarating.

She never wanted this moment to end.

“Wrap your arms around me,” he said, his voice low and gruff.

When she obeyed, he lifted her up and carried her to the bedroom. Through the night he showed her over and over just how much he had missed her.

Chapter Eight

The week he’d been allowed by Jericho Savidge passed quickly. The days had been some of the best ones of his life. Circe would go to work, and when she came home, he cooked them dinner. They’d sit and talk, or watch a movie. Go on a walk, or even a wolf run. Time, however, marched on despite his hope they could remain in their bubble and not face the world.

They lay in bed, his finger twirling in a curl of her hair. Her head rested on his chest with her fingers tracing a pattern on his skin. Both were lost in their own little world, and he hated to snap her out of their tranquil moment, but he had to remind her that he was leaving tomorrow.

“I have to go back to Shadowhide,” he said softly.

Her fingers stopped their movement. “I know.”

“I want you to come with me.”

She didn’t reply. As the silence stretched out, he grew more nervous about her answer.

“Circe?”

“I can’t,” she replied.

He stiffened, and their bubble popped. She sat up and looked down at him.

“I have a commitment here,” she said.

“And I have a commitment back there.”

She nodded and looked down. Thoughts flashed across her lovely, expressive face. “I know. I suppose it’s hypocritical of me to condemn you for yours while feeling righteous in mine.”

Miles sat up and cupped her face. “Will you come home with me?”

“I can’t,” she answered. “I have a contract…”

“And I have a pack.”

She jerked back, blinking. “Of course.” Circe rose and grabbed her robe. “I think it’s best you leave now.”

“What?” he asked incredulously.

“I get it,” she said. “You need to put the pack first again. Just like last time, I’m second best. Not as important.”

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