Page 46 of Rust the Rejected
Pumped up, he claps his hands for emphasis.
“Yeah! Let’s do this, like Brutus!” Viggo exclaims as he fist bumps with Dylan. Then they throw their heads back and howl.
Jagger, Tag, and I glance at each other, then join in their call. It reverberates around Dylan’s great room. My heart soars with it, excited to spend time with my boys. We end with exploding fist bumps and change into the new gear Dylan laid out for us—tank tops, cargo pants, socks, and heavy boots. The packs slip onto our backs before we head out.
“We each have a satellite phone in our packs. So, you won’t be completely disconnected from the world, you wusses,” Dylan adds as we tromp along the path headed for the tree line.
As we pass beneath the pine trees, I send a blast of love through the tether Natalie and I share. I grin as my heart swells with her response. Being with my boys is great. But nothing beats my fated mate.
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“Rust!You’re back! I missed you, baby! How was your Guys’ Getaway?”
Natalie jumps to her feet from where she sits on a chaise lounge and races across the deck, arms outstretched. She stops abruptly a few feet away and wrinkles her nose.
“Um… You’re stinky. What did you guys get into? Or what didn’t you get into? Ewww!”
“Oh, no, Jagger! Don’t even think about—”
Sage squeals as he dips his shoulder into her belly and lifts her onto his shoulder. Her long hair tumbles from the bun. Curls bounce as he jogs past Natalie and me. Sage’s giggles trail behind them.
I turn my hungry gaze on my fated mate. She lifts her hands up, palms out, as she backs away from me, shaking her head. I growl low in my chest. She shudders visibly as her pupils dilate. The outline of her plump nipples appears beneath the thin cotton tank top. The tip of her tongue darts out to moisten her lips.
“Rust…”
Her sultry purr causes blood to rush to my already thickening cock in the confines of the cargo pants.
Twenty-four hours for Dylan’s rugged adventure prove too long of a separation from my fated mate. I’m hungry for her. Stinky or otherwise. Her backing away only triggers my hunting instinct. The predator in me howls, eager for the chase.
Natalie must sense my mood through our bond. Her hooded eyes widen before she spins and scampers towards the other end of the deck. I watch in appreciation as her ass in skimpy shorts jounces with each hurried step. I allow her a head start, then howl as I pursue her through the glass accordion doors. She shrieks and runs for the stairs. I lope after her.
“Rust! Our mate bonding ceremony is in a few hours! You can’t just ravage me now! Oh!”
I swipe her calf as she races up the stairs. She catches her balance on the banister and rushes on.
“You’re incorrigible, Rust Ingolf!”
I chase her all the way to our bedroom suite. She peeks over her shoulder as she flings our suite’s double doors open. I growl. She hops like the frightened hare my wolf devoured last night. Now, it’s her turn.
Before she reaches the bedroom’s doors, I lunge forward and grab her by the waist. She sails through the air and lands on the bed. She scrambles to her hands and knees. The silky curtain of her midnight hair covers her beautiful face.
But it’s her perfectly round ass that draws my attention. I allow my claws to extend and drag one from her ankle and up her inner thigh, leaving a trail of goosebumps in its wake. Her legs quiver as she moans and drops to her forearms, forehead on the bed. The position elevates her ass, and I rumble in approval.
The claw drags along the gusset of the minuscule shorts to trace her folds. A line of moisture appears on the white linen. She arches her back with a throaty moan. Her ass rises higher. I lick my lips, greedy for a taste of her honey.
The claw slips beneath the gusset. She gasps as it scoops some from her dripping pussy. I suck on the claw and growl. She shudders from the animalistic sound. Her whimpers increase my desire to devour her.
With one swipe, the claw rends the shorts in two. The pieces flutter to the bed as she gasps. The claw retracts, and my hands grip her hips. I lower my mouth to lap straight from the fount. Her body convulses as I force orgasm after orgasm from her pussy. Her honey gushes into my mouth. I swallow it down with satisfied grunts.
I reach for the zipper of my cargo pants. She cries out at the sound of the teeth parting. I fist the base of my cock, then slam home in one brutal thrust. It sinks within her wet heat to bottom out at her womb. My groin cradles her ass while my heavy balls slap her engorged clit. I grunt when her pussy walls clamp on my cock like a vise.
She moans and tosses her head as her pussy stretches to accommodate my girth. To ease the burn, my thumb and index finger slip beneath the hood of her clit to tease the sensitive nub. She bows her back as her pussy juices gush on my fingers and drips between her knees. Her natural lubricant coats my cock.
I grip her hips and pummel her pussy. The insistent need to fuck her outweighs gentle lovemaking. Our bodies smack together in a carnal rhythm. Her desperate moans mingle with my hungry growls. The air around us explodes with the musky scent of sex and sweat.
It’s a quick and dirty fucking. A few thrusts, and I go off like a geyser. Hot seed shoots into her womb. A savage roar punches the air. Sated, I collapse on top of her, flattening her body to the mattress. She bears my weight with a throaty moan.
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