Page 35 of You're Not My Mate

“I guess we should talk about this?” Rocco asked.

She shook her head. “I don’t know. I think talking is becoming a little overrated, don’t you? We tend to annoy one another. Maybe this time, you and I should justdo?” Rose asked.

Together, they dropped the sandwich, and Rocco moved the table out of the way as he reached for Rose.

She was already coming toward him, and he pulled her close, lifting the dress of her skirt, and touching her naked ass. Within seconds, Rocco had her in his arms and he started towalk her back toward the direction of their bedroom.

Kicking the door shut behind him, he followed her down onto the bed. This time, he broke the kiss and began to trail his lips down her body, going toward her neck, then down further toward her tits. Even though he loved the dress on her, it was getting in the way. He gripped either side and then tugged it apart to have her naked and ready for him. She let out a little soft moan that was so cute and sexy.

Her tits were covered by a bra, and he took care of that with a single pull. Nothing was coming between him and his mate. Staring at her tits, he felt the hardening of his cock as he pressed them together and started to lavish each bud. His mouth watered, and he swallowed one large nipple whole, hearing her soft moan as it emitted into the air. His name spilled from her lips like the perfect music it was always meant to be.

Rocco couldn’t get enough of her tits. Moving between each bud, he flicked his tongue across the tips, and then the scent of her arousal was driving him crazy. He needed to press his face against her core, to lick and suck at her cunt.

He tore at the last buttons of her dress as he moved it out of his path, licking and sucking at her sweet body. Down he went, spreading her thighs, and pressing his face against her core.

She moaned his name.

Rocco had no patience with the pair of flimsy panties she wore, and he soon pulled them right off her body. She was not going to be needing them anytime soon.

With her naked and nothing in his way, he dived into licking and sucking at her virgin pussy.

He’d never been with a virgin before, but then he’d also never been with his mate. It was like his wolf was taking over, guiding him, showing him what needed to be done, and he merely followed the directions.

She screamed his name as he circled her clit, sliding back and forth, loving the taste of her as she exploded on his tongue. Finally, he was truly getting to taste his mate and not holding back, even for a second.

Rocco threw her over the edge into a release that had her almost jerking off the bed, but he pressed a hand to her stomach, keeping her in place. He wanted to spend more time licking her cunt, but instead stepped back, wiping the excess juice off his face, and then he worked on removing his own clothes. He stared into her eyes as he did.

Rose averted her gaze, but only to glance down the length of his body, and he wanted her gaze on him. It was a heady sensation.

His cock was so hard, and once he released himself, he wrapped his fingers around the length. Starting at the base, he worked up to the tip, then back down again. The tip glistened with his pre-cum. He was tempted to put a show on for her, but he also knew his control would only last so long, and he crawled onto the bed.

She stayed still and he slid between her spread legs, taking possession of her mouth.

“Are you sure?” he asked.

“Yes.”

His felt his beast close to the surface, wanting to take her, to love her, protect her, to do whatever was necessary to bind her to him.

Reaching down between them, he held his cock, guiding the tip toward her entrance, and then staring into her eyes, he held himself perfectly still, just looking at her. Rose was beautiful. She was his mate.

What the hell was I thinking in rejecting this woman?

I’m a fucking idiot.

This is a gift. Rose is a gift.

And he was determined to never let his gift get away, as he slammed balls-deep, tearing through her virginity and finally taking claim of his woman.

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Draco watched as Lelah tried not to show she was shaking.

He’d been able to keep her identity and location a secret for a few months now. Longer than he thought he would be able to. Each full moon was always difficult, but like Graham, she seemed to be defying the odds, until her body seemed to not be.

“Talk to me,” he said.

“It’s fine.”

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