Page 40 of Sold Rejected Mate
“Yeah, you did.”
I start to stand, thinking I’ll get him something to eat, but he keeps his grip on my wrist, pulling me forward. “Don’t leave.”
His tug is a little too strong, and it pulls me off-balance, right into his lap.
“Shit,” I say, trying to get up, thinking about the pain he must be in. “Sorry—”
“Valerie,” he growls, getting his other hand around my other wrist, his eyes finding mine. “Don’t leave.”
Then, I feel him. Through the sheet—the only thing separating his body from mine—he’s hard. It makes my heart beat in my throat, a rush of lust running through me, writhing and desperate. A wanting cry.
A heat.
“Oh,” I say, the word pulling out of me in a long breath as I feel my slick forming. “I—I—”
The growl he lets out tells me he knows what I’m trying to say. He can probably smell it. At first, I’m embarrassed, until his hands relocate from my wrists to my hips.
“I’ve waited ten years for this,” he says, his thumbs tracing wide arcs over my hips, leaving trails of fire in their wake. “Please don’t run away now.”
“You…you want this?”
“Of course I want this,” he says, and then, he’s apparently done with talking because in the next second, I’m on my back under him, staring up at his broad chest, his golden hair falling into his eyes.
Lachlan Cambias has always been the prettiest boy I’ve ever seen, and nothing could convince me to change my mind about that.
His hands find my wrists again, drawing them up and away from my chest. He kisses the inside of each one, then trails his lips slowly down the insides of my arms until he gets to the collar of my shirt, which he traces with his chin, the stubble from a day of not shaving rubbing against my skin and making me shiver.
“Valerie,” he murmurs, kissing the spot just above my pajama top before he starts to unbutton it, kissing each patch of skin he reveals next.
I shudder, eyes closing against the sensation, hips rocking up and into him. I gasp at the feeling of him against me with nothing but my pajama bottoms and panties in the way.
Lachlan takes his time on my chest, dragging each side of my pajama top to the sides so it pulls over my sensitive nipples. I arch up off the bed, breasts still untouched by his hands, his mouth.
It’s all I can think about—him getting his lips, his teeth, his tongue on my breasts.
In the time between that night on the ridge, I’ve been with exactly three men. And already in the first two minutes of being with Lachlan, I’m more turned on than I ever got with the others.
I’m so turned on, in fact, that when Lachlan lowers his lips to one nipple, his hand cupping my other breast, fingers pinching the nipple in tandem with his teeth, I orgasm—hard.
It comes on fast—from the heat, from finally,finallygetting Lachlan Cambias to touch me. He groans against my tit,his hips thrusting against me as I gasp and close my eyes, sucked in by the pleasure.
“Oh,fuck,” he mutters against my skin, his teeth scraping at my nipple. “Valerie, did you just come for me?”
I’m already flushing. Is this what it means to be easy? Orgasming within the first few minutes, before even touching his cock?
“Don’t worry,” he murmurs, dragging his mouth down my stomach, stopping to grab my hips and kiss the bare skin there, making more feverish shivers run the length of my body. “We’ll make sure you get to have more of those.”
“Wait,” I rasp when he hooks his thumbs in the waistband of my bottoms, starting to tug them down off my hips. When he stops, looking up at me with blown-out pupils, the words almost sputter out of my throat, but I find them. “I—it probably doesn’t smell very—”
“Valerie,” Lachlan growls, pressing a kiss to the exposed skin at my hip. “Do you think I can’t smell you already?”
My cheeks get hotter, magic rising to the surface of my skin, and for the first time in my life, I worry that I might start a fire while having sex. Who knew that kind of excitement was possible?
“S-sorry,” I try, but he gets my pants off my legs, tossing them to the side of the bed and running his palms up the insides of my thighs, spreading my legs and exposing me to the cool air.
“Don’t fucking apologize,” he growls, kissing the insides of my thighs with what feels like great restraint. Again, he lifts his head and meets my eyes, his nostrils flaring. “Do you know what this is doing to me? Knowing that you’re in your heat?” He pauses and dips his chin, pressing a kissjustabove where Iwant him, making my hips jerk. “Knowing that you’re this wet forme?”
With that, he lowers his mouth to me, sucking my clit into his mouth. I cry out, the pleasure more than I could have expected, and feel him smiling against me as he settles in, moving his lips and jaw against me like he could never grow tired of it.
