Page 25 of You're Not My Mate

This made her lift up. “You’re sorry?”

“Yeah, because no matter what reasons I’ve got for my actions, none of them are valid. I shouldn’t have freaked out and rejected you. I should have seen you as the gift you are.”

Rose couldn’t look away. He was saying all the right things.

He reached out, stroking her cheek, tucking some of her hair behind her ear, and then seemed to trace the curve of her ear, drawing down toward her lips, where he touched the outside curve.

She didn’t know if he was getting closer to her, or if she was getting closer to him. Either way, his face was near hers, and then she felt the fan of his breath, and it felt nice.

She didn’t want to close that distance, and then didn’t have to make that choice, as Rocco suddenly gripped the back of her head and kissed her. This was not a gentle kiss, not that Rose was looking for gentle. She didn’t know what she was looking for, but her wolf liked this kiss. It was demanding, almost cruel with need, and felt so incredibly good. Within seconds, they bothlost control.

Rose didn’t know how she managed it, but she somehow ended up straddling his waist, feeling the hard ridge of his cock pressing against her pussy. She wore a very loose skirt, and he was able to move it out of the way. His hands went to her naked thighs, gripping the flesh, before sliding back toward her ass, tightening his grip on the cheeks.

Rose released a sigh, and then a moan, unable to contain her need for him. It felt so hungry, so desperate, and she didn’t want it to stop.

The kiss deepened, and Rocco’s tongue traced across her bottom lip and then pressed forward. She met him, stroke for stroke, tasting him. At the same time, she felt arousal hit her hard and fast, and she couldn’t stop it or contain it. All she felt was a bundle of need, that only Rocco could handle.

This was the only man she wanted. All her life, she’d been waiting for her mate, and now he’d finally arrived.

He grabbed her panties, and before she could stop him, he tore them right off her body. The sound of the fabric tearing filled the air, making her gasp, and then his hands had nothing between them.

Rose didn’t know if she should tell him to stop or keep going. Stopping seemed out of the question. She didn’t want him to stop.

He tightened his grip on her ass, and Rose rested her hands on his shoulders, and then forced herself to stop kissing him. She needed to find some clarity, to know what the hell she was doing. This didn’t help. His cock pressed against her now naked core, and she groaned his name, and then closed the distance between them once again and kissed him hard.

He let out a growl and Rose’s wolf felt it.

This was not a growl to stop but to keep going. She didn’t want to stop. This growl felt like one of ownership, like hecouldn’t help but want her, and she wanted him so badly.

“Do you have any idea what you’re doing to me?” he asked.

“No.”

He grabbed one of her hands and moved it between her thighs, pressing it against the crotch of his pants. She held onto his rock-hard cock.

“This is what you do to me, Rose.”

She didn’t want to ruin it, so she pulled her hand away, cupped his face, and tilted his head back. His lips looked so welcoming, she couldn’t say no, and as she kissed him, she felt his moan and it seemed to vibrate through her body.

It felt so good, she didn’t know how she’d survived without it.

Chapter Eight

Rocco was more than happy to make out on Rose’s front porch, but with the guys constantly doing perimeter checks and the beta team also out in force, he didn’t want to share his woman’s moans with anyone else.

Lifting her up in his arms, he carried her through to her small cabin. He kicked the door closed and leaned back, allowing her to lock it.

His senses were so acute, he didn’t even need to stop kissing her to get what he wanted. He also didn’t need to break away from her lips to work his way through her cabin. The scent of her was everywhere, and seeing as she wasn’t fighting his need for her anymore, he was more than happy to admit this was Heaven to him.

Basking in her scent, being surrounded by Rose, he now understood Wolfe and Boyan a lot more. They were quite dominating about their females, and they didn’t like it when any of the club brothers touched their belongings. He also knew they were a little jealous of Enzo knitting them sweaters.

Enzo’s scent tended to be all over it, and the guys had a problem with that. The truth was, he didn’t like smelling Graham near Rose, and yet, he did.

He knew she’d been helping with guard duty, which he didn’t like. Rocco had gone to the Alpha in the hope of getting it stopped, as his wolf could only take so much, but Alpha wasn’t hearing any of it.

The extra eyes and hands were more than welcome, seeing as the beta team could only help so much. Rose was held in slightly higher regard than the beta team. This had been unheard of before, and he figured it was down to Rose’s ability to clean up messes without causing trouble. In most situations, when it came to the beta team, they had no choice but to clean uptheir messes. Rose made life easier.

He pushed that out of his mind as he entered her bedroom, and the smells were intoxicating. Rocco placed her on her feet and then pulled her in close, cupping her face and kissing her. At the same time, he felt this overwhelming need to touch her, to make up for lost time, and get used to every inch of her. He wanted to commit what she looked like to memory, so he would never forget.

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