Page 4 of The Gamma's Second Chance

She whimpers, and that little sound breaks the thread on my control. I slam my lips down onto hers, cupping her face with both of my hands. She grips my forearms and presses her body to mine, arching her spine so our hips meet. The kiss switches gears from soft and sweet to frenzied and heated in no time, both of us lost in each other. The feel of the bond is more than I could even imagine, better than anyone has ever described.

“I want you, Kimberly,” I say, bracing myself on the door frame as I rut against her, my other hand searching for the knob. “I don’t think I can wait or tear myself away from you for long enough to take you back to my room.”

“Then don’t wait,” she says, her voice sugary sweet, her lips smiling against my mouth as I fumble with the knob. She lifts her skirt in her hands, raising it up her legs until it’s around her waist, and her smooth skin and sexy as fuck lace underwear fill my vision. Her hand slides down beneath the fabric, touching herself, touching that spot my dick aches for, her gaze almost taunting as she leans away to show herself off to me. “Take me now. Right here. Everyone is too distracted by the ball, anyway.”

I growl, and my cock twitches at the sight in front of me. Her natural scent and the scent of her arousal are everywhere, and between that and the feel of the connection binding us, I have no control over myself anymore. She has it all; her and the mate bond.

I finally get the door open, and we stumble inside, a tangled mess of limbs and lips and clothing as we enter the room. Neither of us checks if it’s empty or takes time to examine our surroundings. I spy a couch out of the corner of my eye and make a beeline for it, lifting her off the ground and tossing her onto it. As soon as her ass makes contact with the cushions, she reaches for my pants and undoes my belt and the closures. She tugs me towards her as she lays herself down, raising her skirt above her waist and sliding her flimsy straps over her shoulders so her tits spring free. Her pink nipples are tight, and her breasts bounce slightly with every movement, every breath.

“Fuck, you’re gorgeous,” I say, moving faster to climb on top of her, shrugging my suit jacket off and pushing my pants and boxer briefs down my hips. There’s no time for us to undress fully, not when the door doesn’t lock and the ball is only a hallway away.

She beams up at me, her eyes glittering with mischief and smugness in the dim light. They flick down to my dick, and she inhales sharply, surprise lighting up her already sparkling eyes, and I echo her smugness. My dick twitches again when her lipspart as I slide her underwear down her legs and position myself between her thighs.

She’s already soaking wet. Her body writhes beneath me, and I’ve never felt anything like what I feel right now with the bond pulsing between us, the fizzing tingles everywhere our skin meets, and my cock nestled between her pussy lips as I wait for permission to enter her.

It’s everything I want, everything I’ve waited for since turning twenty-one: my mate beneath me, waiting for me to take her for the first time, both of us willingly submitting to each other to bring our claim to life.

I gaze at her, trying to memorize everything about this moment: the way she looks, the way she feels, and the way she smells. I want to savor this moment, savor my first time with her—with anyone—but my impatient mate slams her hips forward, taking all of me into her pussy in one thrust.

I groan and collapse forward over her, holding my weight above her. My entire body tenses from the feeling of joining with her, and I thank Selene that I decided to wait to share this moment with my mate, that I decided to wait to be with any female until I found the one meant for me.

“Holy shit!” Kimberly says, her hands clutching at her dress. “Oh Goddess, I didn’t realize it would feel like this!”

She tilts her head back and squeezes her eyes shut, her jaw clenched as she moves underneath me, pushing both of us towards release.

“Slow down, sweetheart,” I say, leaning down and kissing her jaw. “I want to enjoy this.”

“I can’t,” she groans, shaking her head. “I can’t slow down. It’s too much and I can’t stop.”

“It’s okay,” I coo, stroking her smooth skin and watching the goose bumps form everywhere I touch her. “I’ll help you slow down.” I wrap my hand around her waist and squeeze, rollingmy hips slower, coaxing her to match my rhythm and my movements.

But she shakes her head and pulls her lip into her mouth with her teeth, moving faster against me instead of slowing down. “Touch me,” she commands, her breaths short and sporadic, her hips twitching. “Touch my clit.”

I slide my hand between us, letting myself feel every smooth inch of her, until I reach that little spot at the apex of her legs, at the top of her pussy where my dick slides in and out of her with ease, giving me pleasure like nothing I ever imagined. My thumb flicks over her clit, and she cries out, her knuckles turning white against the pink fabric of her skirt clutched in her fists. My lips tip into a smirk, and I keep playing with her, rising on my elbows to get a better view of her sprawled out beneath me.

I wanted to savor this, to drag it out and take my time loving her and exploring her, but it’s too late now. We’re both too far gone. And we have a lifetime for slow and exploratory.

I ram into her and strum her clit like I’m playing my guitar, and she yells again, her tits thrusting up as her back arches. “Oh, fuck yes! Keep doing that.”

I chuckle and do as she wishes, keeping the same speed, depth, and strength of my thrusts into her and the same rhythm of my touches on her clit. Her pussy flutters around me, and I tense, my balls tightening. Her eyes fly open, meeting my heavy, intense stare. A brief moment of indecision followed by regret flares in her eyes, but it’s gone in a flash as she reaches for her breasts, cupping them in her hands and rubbing her nipples with her thumbs.

“I, Kimberly…” she says, panting and rocking against me as hard as she can, “reject you, Nolan, as my fated mate.”

A crack of pain lashes through my body, like a whip slapped across my heart, and I grunt, clenching my jaw against the roar building in my chest. My hand curls into a fist as I yank my cockfrom her, my release I can’t hold back shooting onto her skin in thick ropes as I do. She cries out in a mix of pleasure and pain, her body writhing and rolling with each wave of her orgasm, and I gape at her, panting and groaning through the icy hot agony pumping through my body with each beat of my heart.

“I—you—what?” I ask, catching my breath, my body heaving and throbbing as I try to form words or thoughts, my hand clutching at the back of the couch.

“I reject you,” she repeats, her euphoria fading and the lust ebbing. She grabs her underwear, swiping it over the cum on her thighs and lower abdomen.

I continue to stare at her, my heart splitting into two in my chest and my head pounding in pain as the bond splinters partially and then stops. It pulses, waiting, stuck in a limbo of breaking or healing. My wolf whimpers in my mind, taking the brunt of the pain so I can remain upright, remain focused.

“But—”

“I got caught up,” she says, her voice cool and indifferent as she sits and pulls the straps of her dress up over her shoulders. “I got caught up in the mate bond. But I have a boyfriend.” She glances over at me, looking down her nose with disdain even as I tower over her on my knees on the couch. “I have a boyfriend,” she repeats. “He’s an alpha, and he’s going to take me as his chosen mate, his luna, as long as I—” She breaks off and shakes her head, rising to her feet. “Finish the rejection,” she says, her arms crossed.

Every word is a slap in the face. A punch to the gut. A searing brand against my heart. My wolf yelps and collapses, his breathing labored as he lies on the floor of my mind.

I glare at her as everything inside me shatters into an infinite number of pieces, pieces that will never be put back together. She waits, and the distance between us grows and grows, her facade turning colder and colder, until I realize everything Ithought I saw from her was never real. The mate bond toyed with me, showing her to me through rose-colored glasses, letting me look past the warning signs that would have been clear had the bond not existed.

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