Page 34 of Until Forever Comes
“You also told me your sister would be meeting us alone. I didn’t hear word one about a husband until after you went over there by yourself. What if he had hurt you?” He’d near about lost his mind the first time I’d mentioned Richie and now he was getting ramped up all over again. His arms flew in the air as he spoke. “Did you think about that? What if I couldn’t get to you in time?”
“Why would he hurt me?”
Miguel shrugged. “How the hell should I know? Those shifters attack for no reason. They can’t be trusted. Especially the males.”
“Thoseshifters?” I asked as I raised one eyebrow.
“You know what I mean,” Miguel muttered.
Strange though it was, I did know what he meant. My mate was worried about me.
“I’m just fine,” I told him. “Ain’t nobody hurt me none.”
Miguel grunted and wrapped his arms around me once more, pulling me close. I straddled his thick, muscular thigh, pressed my rapidly expanding prick against him, and rocked just a tad.
“Does that thing ever go down?” he asked with a chuckle. “Because I’m pretty sure you’re hard 90 percent of the day.”
I blushed and stopped moving. “Sorry,” I said as I looked down at my feet, feeling suddenly uncomfortable about my out-of-control hormones. “I’m not usually like this, honest. It’s been just since I met you. I can stop, though.”
Miguel took my chin between his fingers and tilted it up until my gaze met his. “Only since you met me?” he asked gruffly.
I nodded.
He dipped his head and whispered into my ear. “I like that, wolf.” He swiped his tongue across my lobe and then sucked it into his mouth. “I like that a lot.” Then he cupped my backside in those big hands and squeezed tight as he tugged forward, encouraging me to rock again.
“Yeah?” I asked. “’S okay?”
He didn’t answer with words, just grunted and shoved one hand down the back of my pants while he worked my zipper down with the other. “What time is your sister supposed to be here?” he asked, his voice as rough as his hand was gentle. He kneaded my backside, fondled the sensitive skin in my crease, and got closer and closer to the puckered hole he seemed to enjoy massaging and penetrating with his thick fingers.
“We didn’t set a specific time,” I answered in between pants. I cried out when he encircled my erection with his warm hand, and then I thrust forward, desperately seeking friction.
“Good.” His voice was husky, his pupils dilated. “Because I need to take care of you before we entertain your family.” And with those words, he worked one finger inside me.
“Miguel!” I shouted.
“You like that?” He stroked my hard length faster and pumped his finger within me at the same pace, crooking it just so and touching a spot inside that made me tremble. “I like making you feel good, wolf.”
My hips rocked madly as moans and whimpers fell from my mouth. And then, just when I was about to spill my seed, my mate dropped down to a squat and sucked the head of my erection between his lips.
“Ah!” I shouted as I shot over and over again, filling his mouth with my release.
My knees gave out and I collapsed onto the ground, dropping my head onto Miguel’s thighs. My chest heaved as I tried to take in air, and my heart felt like it was pounding strong enough to break my ribs.
When my brain finally regained some function, I realized that the scent of my mate’s arousal was strong. The heat from his engorged shaft was close to my lips, separated by the thin layer of cotton he wore. I reached for his button and looked up, asking for approval with my eyes.
He caressed my cheek and graced me with a smile so tender it made my heart skip a beat. “Only if you want to, baby,” he said.
I’d been longing to taste him so I dipped my face until my lips were pressed against the bulge in his pants and then I mouthed the fabric-covered hardness as I unfastened his button. I had to pull back long enough to lower his zipper and shove his pants and briefs down over his erection. It was brown and thick and so unbelievably hot. I whimpered as I rubbed my cheek against it, then my lips, and finally my tongue—long swipes intermingled with short laps.
Miguel’s breath quickened, and he clutched my shoulders tightly. When I took his crown into my mouth and sucked hard, he gasped and thrust his hips up, pushing himself further inside.
“Yes, Ethan!” he shouted and then warm fluid splashed onto my tongue, the taste of my mate strong and arousing.
I swallowed and sucked and licked until he pushed my head back and sat on the ground. I climbed right onto Miguel’s lap, straddled his hips, and flung my arms over his shoulders. He tangled his fingers in my hair and held my face still as he gazed into my eyes.
“Good?” he asked me.
My nod seemed to give all the assurance he needed. He relaxed and shoved his hand underneath my shirt, then rubbed circles on my back. I rested my head on his shoulder and enjoyed the feel of his strength and warmth.
