Page 26 of Rust the Rejected
And that’s it. I don’t know if I want to be claimed. My views on being mated have changed since Rust. But I’m not sure I want to make that commitment. At least not right away.
He even admitted we don’t know one another.
How can I just bow down and take his bite without a second thought? My former pack consisted of selected mates through alliances or choice before Sam forced she-wolves to mate. I’ve never witnessed afatedmate pair.
They’re like a fairy tale where the two spy the other across a moonlit meadow and sparks fly between them. A sparkly tether appears at each one’s heart and draws the pair together. Their hearts beat as one pulsing across the special bond. They embrace. The she-wolf tilts her head to the side, exposing her neck. The male wraps his arms around her, tips her backwards, and lowers his mouth to her neck. He bites, and she moans. They complete their bond by coupling as fireworks explode to twinkle with the stars above, and they live happily ever after. The End.
As I stare back at Rust, I wonder if we could actually be fated mates. Sure, he insists it’s true, and I feel some sort of way about him. But forever is a long time. What if I give in now because he makes all these promises and later, he changes his mind? I’ll end up stuck with him. Forever. Gah!
I glance away and attempt to rise from his lap. His arms tighten around me. When I face him, gone is anguish. Instead, gold flecks in his hazel eyes flash with his wolf. I blink at their fierceness and gasp at the pulse in my pussy.
“Already you forget I will never let you go, Natalie. Despite your hesitation, we belong together, fated mate. However, I won’t beg you nor force you to accept my claiming bite. But you will tell me why you reject me. Again.”
I lower my eyes as I nibble on my lower lip. How do I tell him what I want without contradicting myself? My lip pops from between my teeth as I yelp.
“Stop thinking so hard and answer with your heart, fated mate,” Rust says as he squeezes my hip bones. He tightens his grip as I wiggle away. “Enough. Now, answer me.”
As when he commanded I shift back from my wolf, words tumble from my mouth. I tell him my concerns about commitment, never witnessing fated mates, moving too fast, his promises being broken, all of it in one continuous stream. I let go and share it all. By the end, my mind clears. A sense of relief washes over me. I know what I want.
“Rust, I need time to get to know you and you me. It’s not easy for me to forget wounds from my past and jump into a relationship forever. Your Alpha mentioned a week. Did you take time off from the hospital?”
“Yes, two weeks, actually, and I will extend it to four since you have the cottage for that amount of time. Let’s stay here with no outside interference, no patients, no pack. Just you and me. I guaranteeyouwill begmeto claim you before the end.”
Somehow, I don’t doubt it. But I don’t admit it to him. Instead, I ask for what I’ve wanted from the moment I awoke drenched in sweat with a throbbing, soaked pussy.
“Fuck me, Rust.”
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Rust
“Fuck me, Rust.”
My eyes bug out as my jaw hits to the floor. My fated mate giggles and places the tip of her index finger beneath my chin to close my mouth. She leans over and seals it with her lips. Her tongue licks around its edges, then along its seam.
On a groan, I cup her ass and pull her onto my lap. Her thighs straddle my hips. I grip the back of her neck to position her head at an angle for me to dominate the kiss. She needs to know from the start I’m in control. My Alpha Dom and my wolf growl in agreement.
I swallow each of her breathy moans as my tongue probes the wet warmth of her mouth. It thrusts inside and laps at her tongue. I groan when her hips undulate with the erotic rhythm I set. Her hot pussy lips rub against my burgeoning cock.
I guess she wears a thong since her juices soak my jeans. My fingers slip beneath my t-shirt to caress her waist and find the strips of cotton. I follow their trail to the patch of fabric covering her mons. A groan slips into her mouth when I feel her smooth and bare mons.
“Fuuuck, baby.”
My teeth nip her lower lip as my thumb seeks her clit hidden by its hood. Slow circles make it swell. She gasps against my demanding mouth. Her pussy grinds down. I slide my middle finger past her slippery folds. She’s so tight, my knuckle barely gets past. I jiggle it around to caress the sensitive spot on her front wall.
“Oh,gods!”
“Not the gods, baby. You’re fated mate,” I murmur against her panting mouth as I increase the strokes on her G-spot and engorged clit. Her cunt clenches and sucks my finger deeper as she screams.
My fangs descend, and the claiming serum drips along their length. I have to jerk my mouth away from hers to keep it from her neck. My vow to not force her and Sage’s words prevent me from sinking my canines into my fated mate’s flesh.
I cup her ass and flip us over, then settle between her trembling thighs. With a growl, I lower my mouth to drink from her gushing pussy. She bucks when the flat of my tongue strokes from clit to puckered hole. I growl and lay the flat of my palm against her lower belly and grip her ass with the other hand. Locked in place, she can only moan as I plunder her pussy with my tongue and teeth. My fingers spread her pussy lips wide. I flick my tongue up and down over her clit as I watch her.
After two more orgasms, her fingers tug at my hair.
“R—R—Rust… p—please…” She cries.
I lift my gaze up the length of her body. Our eyes connect.
