Page 23 of Rust the Rejected
Her movements stop abruptly. The bitter scent of fear mixes with her unique scent.
Fuck!
Why does she get upset about sex? Did a male force himself on her? If someone did, I’ll rip his fucking head off. In fact, both big and small! The thought makes me growl.
“Rust, just let me go.”
I hold her chin between my thumb and forefinger as I turn her head to align our eyes.
“What did I tell you before?”
Her eyes dart away. But I wiggle her chin, and she glances back at me.
“I will never let you go, Natalie. You are my fated mate. We belong together. You feel it as much as I do. Remember?”
She nods. I cock an eyebrow.
The tip of her little pink tongue flicks out and sucks her lower lip inside her mouth. Her teeth dimple in the flesh.
My cock jumps in my jeans.
“Yes,Rust.”
Yeah, Fuck. Me.
“But I need to put on some clothes before we talk.”
“You might as well get used to being naked, especially on my lap, Little Girl. When we are alone, I want you bare to me. I want to feast upon you with my eyes, mouth, fingers, and cock at all times. You are too beautiful to cover in unnecessary clothes that hamper my access. Do you understand?”
She bristles. Her wolf flashes in her eyes, ready to spring forth yet again. She slaps at my arms around her waist.
“You see! That’s what’s wrong with you male wolves! It’s always about you and your needs. The gods forbid if a she-wolf has a thought of her own or her desires differ! I didn’t let Sam force me to mate, and I won’t let you either! No matter how much I ache for you!”
Her eyes widen in surprise at her last words. But mine narrow at the former.
“Who thefuckis Sam?!”
She startles at my possessive roar. Then regains her feistiness. She folds her arms across her full tits. The heart-shaped birthmark on the inner curve of her left breast catches my eye. I doubt she realizes she’s made them more pronounce since she glares at me and doesn’t hide.
“Donotyell at me!”
Okay, this is going nowhere. Reel it in, Rust. I suck in a breath as I close my eyes, then exhale as they reopen, focused on my angry fated mate. Crimson heats her cheeks. I do my best to ignore the tantalizing rise and fall of her heaving chest. Instead, I grip her waist and squeeze. She yelps and blinks. Now that I have her attention…
“Natalie, I know we have a lot to learn about one another. So, you wouldn’t know I am an Alpha dominant. My kink is sexual control of my submissive partner to bring her ecstasy unlike ever experienced. I have no desire to control you outside of sex. Nor force you into anything you do not want. Even accepting my claiming bite to bond with me forever. I’ll likely go mad. But rather my biggest fear than to hurt you. I do not knowSam. But I can assure you we are nothing alike. Do you understand?”
She studies my face for a moment and sniffs the air to detect any guile. Finding none, she relaxes.
“Yes, Rust, I understand. And you’re right. From what I’ve seen and heard, you are an honorable male wolf who cares more for others than for himself. You’re the complete opposite of Sam. That’s why we need to talk. I want to explain things to you.”
She pauses with an arched eyebrow and tugs on my t-shirt.
“As much as being your naked plaything appeals to me, I would rather have this conversation clothed.”
I grin at her admission. She purses her lips.
As I grab the back of my t-shirt, I press my mouth to hers, then nip the plump bottom lip. She moans as I pull it before I yank my t-shirt over my head.
Through hooded eyes, she ogles my chiseled pecs and eight-pack abs. Her gaze follows the red feathery trail until it dips below the waistband of my low-slung jeans. Mesmerized, she drags a fingernail along the hair. Her eyes widen when my cock twitches in my jeans. And fuck if her sweet arousal punches the air between us.
