Page 41 of Rust the Rejected
My mouth opens to respond. But instead of words, a strangled cry emerges as he slams his engorged cock inside my tight pussy. My arousal eases his passage. However, the stretch burns as my core strains to accommodate his massive girth and length. It hurts oh so good. I cum with legs shaking and knees wobbling.
“Y—Y—Yessss!”
He grunts and pistons his hips. Each thrust drives me onto my toes and ignites the heat in my well-spanked ass. Palms slap the door. Eyes roll to the back of my head as another orgasm rockets through my pussy. My entire body quakes.
“Gods, yes!”
The steady slapping of skin on skin, low and husky growls, and desperate moans reverberate around the office. Sweat trickles down my spine to collect at the small of my back as I arch to take Rust to the depths of my core. The scent of our raw fucking fills my nostrils, and my wolf howls in carnal pleasure.
My pussy walls flutter as the anaconda grows impossibly larger and thicker. The base expands to form his knot, locking us together at the entrance of my core. I scream and writhe at the burn. His free hand snakes around my hip to tug at my clit. Stars explode behind my closed eyelids. I scream his name as my pussy gushes.
A hand swipes the sweat-dampened damp hair stuck to my neck. Then long, tapered fingers enclose my throat like a collar. The other arm tightens its grip around my waist. Warm breath skims across the bared skin at the juncture where my neck meets my shoulder. Hot liquid drips on the sensitive spot. Then pain radiates through me at the same time as his cock floods my pussy with his seed. Blood trickles down my shoulder. I howl from the piercing pain.
Rust increases his holds on my throat and waist as his extended canines coated with his scent serum sink into my delicate tissue. He opens his mouth, then bites the same spot to ensure his scent lodges beneath my skin. He guarantees to mark me as his permanently, with no room for doubt. His head shakes to intensify his claiming bite.
“MINE!”
He growls the singular possessive word, then licks the spot to initiate the healing with his saliva. The rumbling in his chest soothes my cries. Still intimately connected, he lowers to the floor and cradles me on his lap. He buries his face in my hair and murmurs gentle words of love.
I cuddle against him as my eyes drift close.
A kiss to my lips rouses me. My eyelids flutter open to find Rust’s handsome face smiling at me.
“Hello, my fated mate. We need to get up. Jagger will be here soon.”
The memories of Rust as his menacing wolf, him shifting and claiming me rush through my mind. I return his smile and reach up to cup his cheek.
“Hello, my fated mate. But how do you know?”
He taps the side of his head and grins.
“Our Luna told me.”
I giggle, knowing exactly what he means. Then I gasp.
“Did she hear us?”
He shakes his head and tells me the office is soundproof, and she wouldn’t eavesdrop on such an intimate act.
I sag in relief. Then wrap my arms around his neck as he lifts me to my feet. I glance down at my torn sundress and arch an eyebrow at him.
At least he has the decency to lower his eyes remorsefully.
“Sage will fix us up,” he says, then glances around the office. “And this too, thankfully. I did a bit of damage.”
I scoff and lift my sundress for a bit of modesty before Rust opens the door and stands behind it. Sage enters. She scans my face, then Rust. A beatific smiles spreads across her face. She makes no comment about our appearances. Instead, she glances around the office. Within seconds, it’s back to its pristine condition. I gasp when a silk caftan covers my freshly washed body and my hair tumbles down my back in glossy waves. A glance at Rust reveals he’s spiffy, too. And just in time.
“Sage?! Rust?!”
Jagger bellows as he runs down the hallway. He appears in the doorway. His eyes flit about the office until they settle on Sage. She wiggles her fingers at him. He growls and stalks into the office. Crimson floods her cheeks at the words he murmurs in her ear. Spoken too low for Rust and me to hear. But enough to make her blush and bite her lower lip. A THWACK, and she hops with a yelp. I offer her an empathetic smile as I place a hand on my heated ass.
“Alpha, I apologize for my loss of control. I will apologize to Captain and to the crew, especially to the bosun. Even though Luna repaired the damage I caused, I will accept whatever penance you wish for it and for my behavior.”
Rust ends with a bowed head as a show of respect.
But I can’t let him shoulder all the blame.
“Alpha, if I may,” I start, then continue when he nods in assent. “I will take the majority of the responsibility since Rust reacted to my rejection of him as my fated mate for the third time.”
