Page 16 of Rescued

Before the shift can fully take hold, his body slams into mine, driving me backward. My breath rushes out as I hit the mattress, Gabe’s lean, muscled shoulder pressing into my diaphragm.

“No,” he says again, his voice low and firm.

I open my eyes to find him above me, his glittering moss-colored gaze holding mine. His hands clamp around my wrists, strong and unyielding, and my wolf retreats, coiling deep inside me at his command.

Fine tremors work through my muscles as fear, desire, and pain twist under my skin.

“Let me go, Gabriel,” I whisper, my voice a barely audible growl. “Just let me leave.”

It comes out as more of a plea than I’d like, but I can’t help it. I’ve already pushed him too far. I can’t risk making it worse.

Gabe’s grip tightens, his fingers digging into my wrists almost to the point of pain, but I don’t fight him. I won’t.

I’d rather let him crush me than risk hurting him.

“It will be better if I go,” I say, my voice trembling. “For both of us.”

But even as the words leave my lips, a small, aching part of me hopes he won’t let me go.

I can’t survive losing him—not now, not after finding him.

“You can’t, can you?” Gabe’s voice is low, tinged with curiosity and something deeper. “Read my mind?”

The question hits me hard, sending a jolt through my chest. My throat strains, too many words pressing to escape, yet none feel adequate. How do I explain the mind link to him? How do I describe what it means to find your mate, to feel the pull of a soul so entwined with your own that existing apart becomes impossible?

I can’t. Not yet.

Shaking my head, I give the only answer I can for now. “No.”

“Mika,” he says, my name slipping from his lips in a soft sigh that makes my pulse race.

Before I can process his intent, his lips brush against mine, tentative at first but quickly settling with firm, confident pressure. My lips part in surprise, and his tongue slips inside, stroking and teasing until a moan escapes me.

I give in, twining my tongue with his, surrendering to the taste of him.

“Like that,” he whispers into my mouth, his voice husky and full of want. “Like that.”

He shifts, his hard cock pressing against my belly as he rises onto his knees, straddling my thighs. The heat of his body against mine sends a fresh wave of need surging through me, and when he rolls his hips, bringing our cocks together, I can’t hold back a guttural groan.

“Oh God,” Gabe murmurs, his breath coming fast as he thrusts again. “What is it about you? You make me want you so damn bad. I’m not like this…”

His words trail off as I pull my hands free from his grip, unable to resist the urge to touch him. I skim my palms down his back, reveling in the heat of his skin beneath my fingers. I nip at his lips, capturing them briefly before trailing kisses along his jawline.

The scent of him—arousal, sweat, and the unmistakable musk of my mate—makes me so hard it almost steals my breath.

I clutch at the waistband of his boxers, tugging and pulling, my fingers tangling with his as he reaches down to help me. Together, we wrestle with the fabric, urgency driving every movement.

Gabe’s nimble fingers find the waistband of my borrowed sweats, brushing over my cock with a light touch that sends sparks of pleasure racing through me. I tilt my hips as much as I can, letting him push the fabric down.

When his hand closes around both of our cocks, I groan deeply—the sound raw and unrestrained.

I can’t stop my hips from thrusting, each movement meeting the rhythm of his strokes. The heat, the friction, the press of his cock against mine—it’s overwhelming. Pleasure shoots through me in electric bolts, building higher and higher until I feel like I might shatter.

His long, strong fingers squeeze our cocks tightly together as he glides his hand up and down, jerking faster. I rear up and snag his bottom lip with my teeth, and suck it into my mouth, licking deeply into him, our tongues tangling in a messy frenzy.

The release comes like a storm, every muscle in my body tensing and flexing as I come. Jets of seed spill between us, slicking his hand, our cocks, and our stomachs.

Gabe groans into my mouth, the sound so deep it vibrates through my entire body. He jerks his hips once, twice more, then freezes, his own release surging hot against my skin. I reach out and gather some of our combined cum, sucking it from my fingers and groaning at our tastes together. Gabe’s eyes go wide, and he licks his lips, so I grin and kiss him again, giving him a taste of how good we are together.

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