Page 97 of The Gamma's Second Chance

“So impatient,” he says, laughing at my frustrated display.

“I need you,” I say, pawing at his hand on my hip, trying to push it towards my pussy.

“I know,” he says, kissing my inner thigh, where he’s written his name countless times. “I need you too.”

His confession is almost a whisper, spoken with the voice of someone hurt too many times but who has found purpose, hope, and meaning again. He loosens his hold on me, and I lower myself down his body, meeting the pure openness and fragility in his eyes with the same in mine.

“I love you,” I remind him, leaning into him.

He nods, staring at me with love—raw, pure, and undiluted. It hits me straight in my heart, the way this stoic and reticent male opens himself to me, allowing me to see the gentle soul beneath the surface. “I love you too,” he says, wrapping his arms around my waist and positioning his cock at my entrance.

He pistons his hips up and drops me down onto his dick, and my jaw falls open, my breaths coming out in quick puffs of air. He stretches me as he fills me, and I claw at his shoulders, bringing myself closer to him. A groan vibrates his chest against mine, and I shudder, neck arching in submission.

“How does it feel better every time I’m with you?” he asks, gazing at me in awe, his fingertips trailing up my spine. “How are you so perfect for me?”

His lips travel over my torso, peppering kisses to my breasts, my chest, my collarbone, and my neck. I ride him, my body writhing on him in slow, rolling motions, mimicking the waves of pleasure building to new heights inside me, and as I ride him, I revel in him and all that he is. His muscles tense and relax, rippling under the shimmery, dewy sweat on his bronze skin, his biceps bulging as he holds me close. Unbridled pleasure lines his features, and his lips and hands worship my body, my name whispered between kisses.

He pounds into me harder, and I let go, giving him full control of my body and our passion. I love this part of being with him—how he manipulates my body and gives me exactly what I need with little direction, the way our hearts beat as one in a frantic cadence as he takes control, and how my body responds to his every manipulation as he plays me like an instrument. His mouth finds my marking spot, and I groan, melting into a puddle as he scrapes his teeth over it and then kisses it again and again, preparing it for his bite.

I pant and gasp, my heart racing and pounding against my ribcage. “Please, Nolan!” I beg as he continues teasing the spot, softening it for longer than necessary, keeping me right on that edge of bliss.

He growls and wraps my ponytail around his fist, tugging my head back and keeping it there with his other hand wrapped around my throat, his thumb pushing into my jaw. My body bounces from his thrusting, my nipples scraping his chest, and once more I feel his teeth scrape my neck. But this time, they’re sharper, and my lycan howls with delight.

He’s choosing me and marking me. Broken pieces and all.

“My mate,” Nolan says into my neck. “My beautiful, second chance mate.”

Fangs pierce my skin, and I cry out his name, my body tensing from the brief pain and then relaxing as pleasure and love flood through me. I shatter into a million pieces, sparkling and radiant like the stars in the night sky. Nolan groans with his canines in my neck, clutching me tighter to him as his cum releases into my pussy with each pulse of his dick inside me. He keeps his grip on my neck and hair, holding my head away from him to prevent me from marking him back, but neither I nor my lycan have the urge to. We will have our turn soon, and for now, we are content with our chosen bond being half finished.

Our pleasure wanes, and Nolan withdraws his fangs from my flesh, licking my blood from his lips and swallowing as he releases me from his hold. I collapse against him, but he nudges me with his nose, searching for my neck again. I bare it to him with a sigh, keeping my head on his chest, and he swipes his tongue over my marking spot, sending a jolt to my pussy, making me quiver and pulse around him.

When he leans away, he’s smiling down at me, staring at his mark on my neck, pride radiating from him in waves. “Damn, you look good with my mark,” he says, touching it with his fingertips. My body shudders again from his touch, and he continues to gaze at the mark, wonder and love filling his eyes, his fingers stroking it in swirling circles.

My lips tip into a lazy, sated, sleepy smile, and I skim his marking spot with my fingers, mirroring his movements. “I bet you’ll look even better with mine.”

He laughs quietly, leaning to give one last kiss to my mark. “Come on,” he says, reaching for our clothes. “We should head to our room before someone finds us like this.”

He tugs on his pants, and I pull his shirt on, buttoning it up so I can be covered as we make our way up the stairs and to our rooms without having to put my gown back on. Once I close the last button, I start up the stairs, but Nolan stops me with his hand around my wrist. I spin to face him, and he smiles at me, rising to my level and cupping my cheeks in his hands, a smile on his lips as he leans in close to me and whispers, “Happy Birthday, Cassandra.”

I sit straight uprightin bed with a wild gasp, clutching the cool sheet to my naked body. Nolan stirs next to me, hands caressing my legs as my chest heaves, and I scan the hotel room in a panic. It’s quiet and still. Dim light pokes around the room-darkening curtains, and everything is exactly how we left it when we fell asleep.

“Cassandra?” Nolan asks in a rough, sleepy voice, pushing to a seated position, the backs of his fingers stroking my upper arm.

“Something is… off. Wrong.”

He straightens, his sleepiness wearing off in a heartbeat at my words. “Did you see something?”

I shake my head and press my lips together. “No. I just… I have this feeling, and—” I inhale through my nose, then swing my legs over the side of the bed, rushing to my suitcase. “We should check on Haven and Wes.”

Nolan is already off the bed, jumping into his sweatpants and grabbing his phone. “I just tried,” he says, striding to the door of the bedroom and across the living space of our suite as he dials Wesley’s number. “His mindlink is blocked right now.”

I take off after him, tugging one of his T-shirts over my head and grabbing a pair of shorts from my suitcase. He yanks the door open and bounds over to their room next door in two steps as I pause in the doorway to yank my shorts on. The phone rings and rings, and Nolan knocks, but no one responds.

“Wes!” Nolan yells, banging on the door.

I blink, and the door opens, a wave of heat and a flood of flames consuming me. I blink again, and the door is closed, Nolan still pounding on it and yelling for Wes and Haven.

My heart leaps into my chest as Nolan sighs and says, “Fuck it,” kicking the door with his full gamma wolf strength.

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