Page 58 of Sold Rejected Mate
She covers her mouth with her hand as she laughs, and I growl low in my throat, wishing I’d decked the motherfucker. It would have been satisfying in more ways than one.
I pull Valerie into a kiss again, already toying with the waistband of her skirt as she pushes her hands up my shirt, finding the buttons and making quick work of them. She pushes the shirt up and over my shoulders until I let her go for a moment to shake it loose so it falls to the floor.
“Mhm.” She makes a little noise at the sight of my chest and immediately moves in to run her teeth over it, biting gently. Always gently, just like she used to when we were teenagers.
It’s the precursor to something more, a mating bite. A way for me to show that she’s mine, and for her to show that I’m hers. The first bite is like the equivalent of posting your relationship status online. Each bite after, a reinforcement until your scents combine.
More than marriage. A real, physical union of two shifters together.
My plan is to push her backward down onto the couch, but she tugs and pulls until I’m the one sitting down, and she’s kneeling in front of me, pulling my cock out of my pants. I’m already hard from the way she set her hand on my lap while we drove, from the way she kissed me when we walked through the door.
When Valerie wraps her mouth around me, it sends a jolt through me. The sensation itself is good, but it’s more than that. It’s the knowledge of her on her knees for me. Knowing that she wants my cock in her mouth. The way she moans against it, sending the vibrations into my bones.
It’s the way she trusts me to put my hand on the back of her head, guide her, push her to take me a little deeper eachtime. I don’t let her make me come—as much as I love the idea of doing it in her mouth, there’s somewhere else I’d much rather have her.
Valerie climbs into my lap, dropping her panties but still wearing her skirt, and when she sits down, I gather the material up in my hands, holding it on either side of her hips as she sinks down onto me.
Since that day that I woke up with her at my bedside, we’ve spent a lot of time like this—our bodies together, skin on skin, trying to figure out what we like most about one another. I’ve learned how to touch her, how to taste her—everything I can do to make her come.
And she’s learned how to roll her hips, like she’s doing now, to drive me fucking insane.
She braces her arms on either side of my head against the back of the couch, and I wrap my arms around her, holding her to me as she rides, thrusting up into her, trying to get as deep as I can, our hips flush together.
When she cries out and clenches around me, I let go and return one of my hands to her hip, my other on her left breast while my mouth handles her right, sucking and biting until she starts to jerk her hips in longer, harder strokes, gasping each time I drive up to meet her where she’s at.
And then, as she’s orgasming around me, I can’t help it.
I rise up, my hand on the back of her neck, bringing her to me so I can sink my teeth into her skin. She gasps and goes practically limp in my arms, her breathing staggered as I do it.
Nobody has ever told me how to do the mating bite—it’s just been inside me all this time, like the wolf. Waiting for the right moment to make itself known.
Valerie lets out a low moan of pleasure, her chest smashing against mine as my knot forms inside her, already starting to pump slowly.
I love the feeling of emptying into her, the knowledge that even after I pull my cock out, something of me will remain. I keep my hands on her hips, rocking her gently, knowing that it brings her some pleasure.
When the bite feels finished, I pull back, licking and kissing the spot, feeling feverish with the need to keep contact with it. Another piece of me, branded on her.
We stay like that for what feels like hours, her riding me gently, slowly, until my knot empties completely, reducing down. When she seems boneless, I pick her up, carry her to the bathroom, and dress her, covering the bite mark, hating that I can’t see it but knowing somehow that it’s for the best.
When I bring her into the bedroom, she surprises me by wiggling to be set free, getting her feet on the floor, and slowly bringing her hand up to touch the bandage.
“I can’t believe you did that,” she says, and I know without asking that she’s happy, that she didn’t expect it so soon.
“Do you want to mark me?” I ask, wanting her to, wanting to go further in this, wanting our scents to start mixing as soon as possible.
Her eyes go a little dark, and she nods, her eyes already roaming over my body like she’s just trying to figure out the best spot.
“I do,” she says before rising up and kissing me. “But…first, I want something else.”
Chapter 29 - Valerie
Maybe it’s from the slow, lazy riding on the couch, feeling his knot empty inside me fully, his cock not going fully limp but definitely relaxing.
Or maybe it’s from the way he brought me to the bathroom, taking care of the wound without me having to ask. The soft, gentle sweep of his hands over the bite mark, holding me like I was something tender. Something loved.
It could also just be the mating bite itself. Maybe when you get your first mating bite, it communicates to your body to send a flood of hormones. A flood of wanting.
No matter what it is, I’m already hot again. Eager. Wanting him.
