Page 35 of Torn Mate
“I’m letting down my walls with you, this is me. What you see is what you get. I’m a little broken on the inside, a little damaged around the edges, but everyone has something, and I can tell whatever is behind your wall must have hurt you a lot. I don’t want to break down your walls, only you can do that. It’s up to you if you want to let me in, or anyone in for that matter. So, if that’s what you fear I will do, that I would try and break your walls and hurt you, why you keep pushing me away, I won’t. I can promise you that.”
There were just the sounds of people laughing, music, and the beat of my heart as I stroked Saint’s ears. Even softer. I bet the girls and Huxley were wondering where I was.
“I like this Saint. You are soft and easy to talk to. Thank you for letting me in a little, even if it was just this one time. You are a good guy Saint. You just need to see that within yourself.”
My hand stopped stroking fur. Now it was short blond hair as Saint’s intense brown eyes met mine. I blinked at the man now before me, his face level with mine, but before I could speak his hand came out and touched me. My skin prickled at his calloused hand as he held my neck, his thumb brushing against my jaw.
My tongue darted out to wet my lips, heart pounding as I grew warm and heated just from this touch.
“Ada…” was all he said as he moved in fast. He took my mouth with his, his lips soft and demanding. I gasped as his tongue ran along my lower lip. He tilted my head as his kiss deepened, his tongue swiping over mine, and I got lost in the feeling. My hand reaching up to his chest and shoulder. He growled lowly in his chest as he pushed me back, catching my fall and never breaking the kiss as I moaned into his mouth.
“Saint,” I gasped as he nipped my jaw. My dress was riding up and his naked body pressed against me. His knee moved between my legs and his thigh rubbed against my pussy, my clit letting off little fireworks of pleasure every time he moved. He took my lips again, biting my lower lip then licking it better. His hands traveling my body, touching and lighting up every nerve ending I had.
I was panting as he pulled the strap down on my dress and kissed me on my collarbone. My body now moved on its own accord, chasing an orgasm that it didn’t expect to have but wanted more than anything. But he moved his thigh. I whimpered at the loss before his hand cupped my mound. The only thing separating him and me were my thin lace underwear, and they were wet… so wet as he ground the heel of his palm into me. I panted, moaned, and he didn’t disappoint.
My orgasm flooded through me, so warm and deep. He kissed me, keeping me quiet as it intensified into one of the best orgasms I had ever had. A vibrator had nothing on Saint-fucking-Wood. When I came down from it, he kissed me and pulled away. I looked at him, really looked. His skin was so smooth over those muscles, he had hair from his belly leading down to his cock. It was hard, long, and glistening in the dull light.
“Saint…” I whispered. I wanted to touch him like he had touched me, but I didn’t know what to do. But his head turned to where my name was being called. It was my dad.
When his eyes flicked back to me, I could see this was it. He was telling me goodbye without words. I was okay with this; I would wait for however long it took for him to trust me enough to let me in.
He kissed me one last time as I sat up. He turned into a gray wolf and I smiled. He nuzzled my cheek and I laughed. He was marking me as his. This was Saint.
He ran off the way he had come. The only thing that made me realize it wasn’t all in my head was the long howl he let out as he left Rawlins.
