Page 54 of The Beast's Betrayed Mate
“So stuffy,” she said, both of them pushing the covers off them, drawing in lungsful of needed air as their eyes met.
They shared a laugh.
“I really want to kiss someone like you,” he said.
“Someone like me really wants you to kiss her,” she replied.
He touched her cheek, holding her gaze before he leaned forward and kissed her, softly. He parted his lips, her tongue meeting his as he moved her onto her back, placing himself between her legs as she spread them for him.
“We’re in a bed,” he remarked, kissing his way from her mouth down her neck.
“We are,” she smiled. “Leveling up.”
He chuckled, knowing that she liked it, that the sound might even turn her on. His wolf was at the base of it. Present in it.
He joined their lips again, moving one hand to her panties, pushing them off her hips as one of her hands found his already hard cock. She stroked him through his underwear until he was thrusting against her touch.
“What do you want?” he murmured in her ear.
“I want you to fuck me,” she whispered back, her hand snaking under the hem of his boxers to stroke along the shaft.
“Yeah?” he asked. “How do you want me to fuck you?”
“Hard,” she murmured, letting out a soft gasp as his fingers started to work against her clit.
She was already soaking. It made his cock twitch with excitement, and he could feel her smiling against his cheek.
“See what you do to me?” he asked.
“Don’t know about ‘see’, but I sure felt it,” she replied.
He huffed a laugh, his mouth finding hers again. She helped him shimmy his underwear down, her legs already wrapping around his hips as he sunk into her. She’d told him to fuck her hard, but he pressed into her slowly until she was panting and writhing underneath him. Then he took her. They were at the back of the house and had a fairly private part of the house to themselves, but out of respect they kept as quiet as they could.
She clenched around him in the most amazing ways, her breath hot against his cheek then his mouth before she kissed him, deeply and languidly. She was making noises against his mouth, her hands clinging to his back, sliding down to his ass. He took it as encouragement and began to thrust harder.
“Oh, fuck,” she moaned in agreement, throwing her head back as she came with a stifled cry.
He didn’t let up. Instead, he picked up his pace until she peaked again. He could tell she was lost to the sensations he was producing in her. He was losing himself too, burying his face against her neck as he peaked into an orgasm that made him groan along with her.
She went limp underneath him, out of breath and sweating, but he kissed the spot between her breasts he was beginning to think of as his and propped himself up on his arms to look down at her.
Her eyes were closed.
“Don’t go to sleep,” he said.
She opened them.
“Okay,” she said, sliding her hands up his arms. “You look very attractive in the light from a bedside lamp,” she smiled. “Anyone ever tell you that?”
“Oh, everyone.”
“Yeah?”
“Oh, yeah. All the time. Can’t get them to stop. Might help if I didn’t carry a bedside lamp with me everywhere but once you start a habit.”
“I know, right?” she asked, frowning. “They’re so difficult to break.”
He nodded, leaning down and joining their lips again.
