Page 22 of Rust the Rejected
White stars shoot behind my closed eyelids.
Sound ceases except for his growls and my moans.
All thoughts fly from my head.
My fingers bunch around the front of his t-shirt as I cling to him to keep from spinning into orbit.
His tongue thrusts inside of my mouth. It swirls around to taste every corner, then laps my tongue. Teeth nip my swollen lips. He tilts my head by his grip on my neck to better the angle for him to devour me whole.
The all-encompassing kiss goes on for what seems to be eternity. My lungs burn for air. I turn my head as best I can to catch my breath. Rust growls and trails open-mouthed kisses from the corner of my slack mouth, across my jaw, and down the column of my throat. When his canines graze the juncture of my neck and shoulder, I yelp.
Reality sets in, and I realize I’m somehow straddling his thighs perched above his hard, massive cock. It rocks up against my slippery pussy lips. Only thin scraps of cotton and his jeans separate us from mating.
My palms slam against his firm chest. It’s like hitting a brick wall. He’s oblivious to my sudden distress... Hot moisture drips onto my skin. His mouth opens wide.
“MINE!”
Oh, gods, no!
“Rust! Stop!”
CHAPTER9
Rust
“Rust! Stop!”
Natalie’s scream freezes me. Her tiny fists pound my chest as she jerks away from me. She tumbles from my lap to land on her ass. Without missing a beat, she crab walks backwards until she bumps into the opposite wall. Her eyes full of fright watch me warily.
Still caught in a lust-filled possessive haze, I rise and stride towards her with my hand outstretched.
“NO! GRRRR…”
Her onyx eyes flash. The grinding sounds of bones reshaping and muscles lengthening fill the room. Her oval face morphs into a snout full of sharp teeth evident behind her curled lip as she snarls. As she moves to her hands and feet, her eyes never leave mine. Amidst a crackling, a flash, and ripping cloth, her wolf appears with midnight fur and a white streak like her widow’s peak. The she-wolf of my dreams.
Except this time, her hackles rise, tail flicks back and forth, and she growls menacingly. No affectionate playfulness and damn sure no carnal desire apparent. She’s prepared to attack.
Although she’s larger than a regular wolf, she’s no match for me, even in my human form. Especially when the need to mark, claim, and mate her ramp up my wolf and me.
But I set aside our bonding since something spooked her. I recall Sage’s words and Natalie’s initial plan to talk. With an inward groan, I rein in my wolf and lower my hand.
“Natalie, you are my fated mate—”
She growls and leaps with her fangs exposed and her claws extended. Her movement is clumsy, as though she and her wolf don’t sync. Regardless, she’s still capable of damage.
Instinct takes over. I dodge to the side. She flies past me and lands on the love seat, then whips around with a growl prepared to pounce. Oh. Hell. No.
“SHIFT!” I roar, instilling my Alpha command over my fated mate.
Already in the air, she crumples to the floor. Her wolf recedes immediately. She curls into a protective fetal position, covering her naked body as she trembles. Muffled sobs reach my ears.
My heart clenches. I drop to my knees and pull her onto my lap. My arms band about her body, pressing her close to my rumbling chest. She protests weakly. But eases against me as the soothing sound calms her. I murmur words of love against the delicate shell of her ear.
“Natalie, my heart, I did not mean to frighten you. Tell me what I did that spooked you,” I say after her sobs slow to hiccups.
She squirms on my lap. Now it’s my cock screaming for release.
I throw my head back and groan, “Babe, keep still, or I’ll blow inside my jeans.”
