Page 40 of Reclaiming His Lost Mate
In a swift, decisive motion, he scooped me into his arms, my legs wrapping instinctively around his waist. A groan escaped me at the feelof his length pressing against my core, and my hips instinctively rocked against him, igniting the fire within.
He peppered my neck with kisses as he carried me to the couch in the kitchen. Once laid down, my hands found their way to him, palming him through his jeans, hunger raging through me, demanding more. More touching. More Alexis. Each thought fanned the flames of my desire, heat pooling in my core.
His wolf took over, his claws extending to cut through the layers of my top and skirt that separated us. The cool air teased my skin, amplifying the heat coursing through my veins as he cut away my bra, too, leaving me clad only in only silken panties.
“I need you,” I gasped, my voice trembling with want as he slipped his fingers past the silk barrier of my knickers—his movements slow yet deliberate.
“I want to taste you when you come,” he said, flames licking at his composure as he peeled away my underwear, leaving me exposed to his hungry gaze.
He lowered himself to his knees. His powerful body before me had more heat roiling through me, and my wolf preened in appreciation. His lips and tongue swept across the skin of my calves, his stubble grazing me. As his mouth traveled farther up my leg, quivers of pleasure raced through me.
"You are so fucking perfect," he whispered, his warm breath causing my skin to break out in goosebumps. His strong shoulders moved between my thighs, undoing me as much as the way his tongue passed through my folds. I felt dizzy, my eyes rolling back as pleasure climbed in me.
“Ah, Yes! Yes!” I cried out, surrendering to the waves of sensation washing over me as my inner walls clenched and wave after wave of pleasure flooded through me. My hands dug into his shoulders, my nails leaving little half-moons as I came. It was messy and slick coated my inner thighs, but Alexis lapped it up, tasting me with a rumble of approval.
As I came down from my high, I tugged at Alexis’s hair, needing more, “I need you in me.”
Soon, his fingers were swiftly unbuttoning his jeans, his zippersounding. As the head of his cock nudged its way between my legs, Alexis groaned. His cock stretched my pussy, inch by glorious inch, filling me. His eyes darkened as he sheathed himself inside me, and I saw so much reflected in his stormy eyes. There was more than just desire there; there was openness and trust—echoing all the ways I’d felt us connecting these last few months.
He leaned down, his lips brushing against my collarbone, igniting a trail of heat across my skin. "Fuck—you feel so good, Selina.”
A purr of agreement escaped me, and my claws sliced down his shirt, my greedy palms wanting to roam the smooth ridges of his muscles that I’d itched to feel for so long. I savored the feel of him again, becoming even more intoxicated as his heady, earthy scent grew stronger and stronger.
"Selina," he rasped, his voice heavy with yearning, whispering my name in that way I’d grown to love as if it were the most beautiful flower.
"Alexis," I moaned, rolling my hips up to meet his thrust, needing him.
His gaze smoldered with intensity. His storm-cloud stare made my pleasure climb as much as his lips and teeth did as he teased and grazed my pebbled nipples.
His lips captured mine in a searing kiss, our mouths moving together with fervent passion, heat surging like a wave between us. I moaned into his mouth, feeling electrified as he deepened the kiss, rolling his tongue against mine, awakening every nerve ending.
With one hand bracing himself against the back of the couch, the other deftly moving between the damp curls between my legs, his fingers stroked my clit.
With newfound urgency, he captured my nipple between his lips, teasing it with a deftness that had me arching upwards, desperate to chase the release again. Waves of pleasure surged through me with each flicker of his tongue, and I gasped his name again, feeling lost to him.
"You’re so beautiful when you come," he breathed against me. “Come for me again, Selina.”
His hands were firm on my waist, holding me as if I were the onlytether to his sanity. I could feel the heat radiating from him, merging with my own, igniting a fire that consumed me. With each movement, I quivered, gasping as electric jolts of pleasure coursed through me.
"Alexis!” I called out as if his name were my anchor.
He responded with a low growl that vibrated through every nerve in my body—a primal sound that stirred my own wolf.
“Aahhh!” I cried out, my body arching as waves of pleasure washed over me, each crest leaving me breathless, teetering on the cusp of climax. My inner walls tightened unbearably, the sensation racing toward a satisfying eruption.
"Come for me, Selina," Alexis breathed, his voice a husky whisper that ignited the last flicker of restraint within me. The command, laced with urgency, sent me spiraling over the edge. Every fiber of my being crackled as I shattered around him, each tremor cascading into bliss as I surrendered completely.
In that same euphoric moment, I felt his release explode inside me, a raw and possessive echo of my own, his grip tightening as he drew me even closer. Each nerve in my body shuddered with exquisite pleasure, the heat cycle coursing through me like wildfire. As we came down from our high, I clenched my pussy around Alexis’s cock, reveling in the feral sound that escaped him.
As I breathed in the warmth of his neck, inhaling his earthy, intoxicating scent, I whispered, “How long before round two?”
Leaning on his forearms, he gazed down at me, a mixture of heat and amusement dancing in his eyes. “Insatiable, aren’t you?”
It was the very word I’d used to describe Alexis all those years ago when we first succumbed to our desires—thanks to Marissa’s heat potion. My own heat cycle was definitely adding to this delicious want, yet a deeper satisfaction surged through my veins as I stared into his steady gaze.
“For you, always,” I answered.
As his lips found mine once again, I knew, without a doubt, that our connection this time—infused with heat and desire—reached far beyond the physical; it was soul-deep and certain.
