Page 30 of Rejected Sold Mate
“Rhie, stop,” Jayce rumbled, “We're past the point of no return, aren't we? You're in heat. I'm not going to let you suffer like that. You're my mate. Of course, I'm sure.”
I was holding on to the logical part of my mind by my fingertips, but Jayce's reassurances finally gave me the courage to let go. I was free-falling, and his mouth was on mine again, tongue pushing between my lips to glide along mine. Then he swept me into his arms, and my arms were locked around his neck, breathing hard as he took us through the forest.
Kissing his neck, I worked at the top button of his flannel, but he made a noise deep in his chest that had me stopping. “Rhie,” it was like he had to force the words out, “If you keep touching me like that, I'm going to have you right here on the fucking sticks and leaves.”
My lust-soaked brain couldn't see the problem with that. “So?”
“So, I want better for you,” He stopped long enough to nip my bottom lip, “I want to take my time.”
Oh. Well. When he put it that way...
I had no idea if anyone from the bonfire spotted us as Jayce helped me into his Jeep, but I didn't care either way. The drive home was silent, our bond singing, the anticipation making me shift in the seat, rubbing my thighs together to find any ounce of relief.
We barely made it into the house before we were on each other. As soon as the front door shut, Jayce backed me against it, kissing me senseless, his tongue tangling with mine. My hands were everywhere, tugging at his flannel shirt, then pulling his hair, urging him closer. We were like magnets, two positive charges coming together and sparking.
Jayce's hands were greedy, grabbing at me, cupping my ass, and pulling me tight to his body. My hips were rolling against his, searching for friction, and he was all too happy to give it to me.
“You're burning up,” he said, hands pushing up under my sweater to graze my ribs before pulling it over my head and tossing it aside.
“Yes,” I agreed. He was right; I was burning alive, consumed from the inside out by my heat. It started in my core, radiating outwards until I could feel it everywhere, even the tips of my fingers as I dragged them through Jayce's hair. I needed him to quench the fire; nothing else would work, but it was hard for me to find any words besides, “Please, Jayce.”
He cupped my breasts, still clad in a lace bra, thumbs skimming over my nipples, the sensation so sharp that I arched against the doorway, gasping. He didn't pause, though, and sank to his knees in front of me like he was in prayer, fingers already working on the button of my jeans. When he hooked his fingers in the waistband and pulled them down, Jayce let out an uneven breath, pressing his lips to my hipbone reverently.
But I was spiraling, and every touch made me more frantic. I threaded my fingers through his hair again, tugging him to the apex of my thighs, trembling as he slowly worked my soaked panties down my legs.
“God, you smell good,” he groaned, his lips trailing over the soft skin of my inner thigh, getting so close to where I wanted him before switching and pressing a kiss to the other side. My knees went weak, but Jayce caught me, hooking one of my legs over his shoulder so I could use him for support.
I was panting, unable to think clearly, but when Jayce's next kiss landed right where I was burning the most, over my wet pussy, I almost melted with relief. Finally, finally, he was going to save me from the fire.
His tongue was hot and slick against my center, and I couldn't help the broken moan that came out of me as his tongue lapped at me. He ate me like I was his favorite meal, licking and sucking, the sounds obscene, but they were music to my ears. My fingers dug into his shoulders, nails scratching as he worked his magic.
“That's it, mate,” He said between strokes of his tongue, “Give it all to me. Let me make you feel good.”
I closed my eyes, giving into the feeling, the pleasure blooming like a flower from my core. When he sucked my clit between his lips, my sighs turned into keens, and when he sankone, and then two long fingers into my channel, I was almost crazy with the sensation of it. Nothing had ever felt so good. I wasn't burning anymore, I was flying.
“So tight,” he rasped, “So perfect.”
I was lost, drowning in the feeling, until finally the wave crested, and my orgasm rolled through me. It was so powerful that I nearly blacked out, stars popping behind my eyelids. My mouth was open, but I had no words.
It felt like it went on forever, and I was still shuddering when Jayce picked me up, carrying me through the house. His mouth was on mine, and I could taste my slick on his tongue, musky and sweet.
He carried me up the stairs and into the bedroom. There, he laid me gently on the bed, kissing me deeply, and it was only then that I noticed he'd stripped down as well. I was shuddering as he leaned over me, coaxing me to lift up long enough to unhook my bra so I could shrug it off, and when his mouth descended on my pebbled nipples, I was sure I would break into pieces.
It was all so good. Each touch, each kiss, drove back my heat. I was satisfied yet hungry, but I knew Jayce had more to give.
When I reached for his cock, his hand was already there, stroking himself. He was thick and long, and his head was already glistening with precum. I ran my thumb over the tip, and he shuddered, hips thrusting forward.
“Don't tease, Rhie,” he said, “Tasting you has me on the edge already.”
I smiled, slow and languid, pushing his hand aside and replacing it with mine and ignoring his protest. “Show me how you like it.”
He was happy to oblige, and he was soon guiding my hand up and down his length. We kissed again, his lips brushing over mine as he moved his hips. When I felt him grow even harder, I finally gave him, releasing his length to lie back on the mattress once more.
Wordlessly, because we were both perfectly in sync at that moment, Jayce moved over me once more. I let my legs fall open, and he groaned at the sight of my pussy, gripping his cock and lining himself up with my entrance.
“Do you want my knot, Omega?”
My answer was immediate. “Yes. God, yes.”
