Page 35 of Bullied Pretend Mate
But it’s not like I’m going to ask her about it now.
With a hunger I’ve never felt before, I trail my lips over her body. I linger on her wrist, bury my nose in the pulse point there, breathing in her scent and catching only the slightest hint of my own there. It should be more. It should be stronger—I want it to be an equal mix of me and her.
Enough of me that no other alpha would labor under the delusion that she wasn’t taken. I want every person who walks past her to smell my claiming. To know that I stand behind her.
I bite her wrist gently, wanting to swallow her gasp at the feeling of my teeth there. I kiss the palm of her hand, then the top of her shoulder, and when my lips hit the spot where I bit before, she lets out a low, needy whine.
Part of me feels like I could do this forever. Tasting and touching her skin, which is warm and still damp from her shower. Breathing in the light, sweet scent of her.
When I kiss her, I lap at her tongue with my own. I swallow her gasps and grind my hips into hers, paying close attention to everything she does with her body.
And when she reaches down between us, her fingers reach for a waistband—either to touch me or herself, I’m not sure—I grab her wrists and pin them above her head.
She lets out a desperate, frustrated sob, a twisted sound of wanting and pleasure, and it makes my cock twitch eagerly, seeming to sayshe wants this, so why not do it?
Because I want Maeve to be shaking and needy, I want her dripping for me.
At the thought of her slick—of her being wet for me already—I can’t hold myself back. Letting go of her hands, I slide down her body, hooking my thumbs in the waistband of her pajama shorts and underwear, stripping them off in one clean move.
When she’s bare, I force her legs as open as I can get them and waste no time diving into her, lapping at her with my tongue, sucking on her clit.
“Felix,” she gasps, her hips rolling against me, desperate for my touch.
I respond by slipping a finger into her, nearly blacking out at the tightness of her pussy around me, how it pulses, tightening with each curl of my knuckles.
“Oh—fuck—”
When she comes, I taste and feel it. I swallow the sensation of her, the tenor of her wanting, the potent, cloying effect of her lust for me.
Her legs are still shaking when I rise up, pushing my sweatpants down and letting my cock spring free. It’s heavy and thick, pulsing with the imminent need to be inside her.
“Oh,” she says, surprising me by reaching down and wrapping her hand around it, her eyes closing, her perfect, pouty lips in a little circle. I thrust into her hand, watching her eyelids flutter, and I know that someday soon, I’m going to ask her to put my cock in her mouth.
But not today. Not right now.
Right now, there is only a single thing on my mind.
I run my hands along the insides of her thighs, which are sweat-slicked and smooth, and force her legs as open as I can get them. From this perspective, I can see her ample breastsbouncing with every move I make, her eyes on me intently, the dark look in them almost enough to make me come on the spot.
“Have you…?” I start, then clear my throat, finding it hard to form words. “Have you ever been with—?”
“No,” she breathes, her eyes flicking down to my cock, which seems to be straining toward her, as eager as I am. Her hand is still on it, stroking gently, the touch so light, it’s almost maddening. “But I want to.”
I close my eyes at the sound of that. She wants to.
“Okay,” I say, nodding, feeling my throat bob. “So, you know about the knot?”
“Felix,” she says, my name almost coming out as a whine, a little laugh right on the tail end of it. “Please. I took sex ed. I’m losing my mind here—”
Me too.
I drive forward, but stop myself, notching in her entrance and watching her face, seeing the want there spread out over her features. Her eyes darken, her lips part, and her gaze focuses on that spot where our bodies are about to meet.
This is the moment I’ve been waiting for. From the time I was old enough to realize this was possible, since I went through puberty and realized just how close you could get to another person, I wanted this with Maeve.
And now I’m getting it.
I’m getting her, with her hair spread out over the pillow. The scent of her wrapped around me. The promise that I’m going to get to bury my teeth in her skin, that she’s going to want me just as much as I want her.
