Page 61 of Kidnapped Rejected Mate
“Fuck,” she whispers. “That felt really good.”
“Yeah,” I manage, and I can already feel the spot starting to heal, a benefit of being an alpha.
My eyes lock onto the spot on her neck where I bit her, which feels like ages ago. It’s practically healed now, already starting to fade. I lick my lips, then force myself to meet her eyes. “We have a lot to talk about, baby.”
“I know,” she whispers back, then rocks her hips against me, and I realize that somehow, I’ve gotten hard beneath her. “But we can talk later, right?”
“Right,” I agree, voice husky.
She skims her fingers over my face, looking at me like she wants to memorize me, then she adjusts, and I sit up a bit more so I can get my teeth on her mark, deepening it, reinforcing it, getting my scent even deeper in her.
And, after that, I’mrock-hard. She must feel it, because she rolls her hips again, whimpering at the friction.
When I brought her home, I cleaned her up, wiping away the soot and dirt, washing her hair, tucking her into bed. I put her in a nightgown, but didn’t even think about putting a pair of underwear on her.
That comes in handy now as she lifts up from me, and I pull my shorts roughly down my legs, letting my cock spring free.
Aurela reaches down, wrapping her small, warm hand around it, and a noise gets caught in my throat at how good it feels for her to touch me, her skin on my skin, the look on her face when she knows she’s making me feel good.
“I love you,” she whispers, tearing her eyes away from my cock and meeting my gaze.
When I swallow, I watch her eyes track the movement. “I love you, too.”
“I know,” she whispers, then lowers down onto my cock, taking me as deep as she can. My eyes shut, my body tensing, cock twitching with pleasure inside her. Her hands land on my shoulders, and she moves, throwing her head back, breathing hard, pleasuring herself on me.
It’s desperate. The kind of lovemaking you do when you’ve almost just died. And I like watching her ride me, like watching her take control.
Until I’m ready to do it myself.
“My turn,” I say, but the words come out as little more than a growl as I grip her tightly, lifting her with ease, keeping her legs around me and my cock buried deep inside her.
“Where are we—?” she starts, but the words die out when I carry her right into the shower. I hold her with one hand and reach over, turning on the shower so the hot water sprays on the wall, the room steaming up.
Carefully, I peel off her nightgown and throw it over the top of the shower door, not caring where it lands on the other side.
“You’re perfect,” I whisper before leaning down and taking one of her tits into my mouth, loving the way I can feelandhear her whimper of approval.
I get lost in her chest, hands on her tits, one of her nipples between my teeth, until she rolls her hips against me impatiently. Her scent is all around me, drifting in the steam, in the air, and I could ask for nothing more.
Gently, tenderly, I lift my head from her chest and press a kiss to her lips. It’s a kiss that says I’m glad she’s here, that I love her, that I want her.
Then, I press her against the wall, put one hand over her mouth, and fuck her.
I drive into her, letting my wolf take everything he wants, my hips driving up into her with a pace and force I’d be terrified to use with anyone but my mate. But her body was made for me, and my body was made for her, and when she bites intomy hand, her moans muffled by the sound of the water and my palm, it only spurs me on.
Water drips from the ends of her hair, sluicing down over our bodies when I turn it to face us, making our chests and bellies slick and hot, sliding against one another with ease.
And when my cock starts to grow inside her, the knot forming, I don’t stop. She clutches at me, whimpering and moaning, and I know that pressure hits just the right spot inside her, because her tight walls hit just the right spot on me.
Finally, she comes apart on my cock, and I allow myself to let go, too, my orgasm shuddering through me with an intensity that has stars bursting in my eyes.
Then, when it’s over, my knot steadily releasing inside her, I hold her as I gently wash her hair, her body. She reciprocates, taking the soap and using her hands to wash each part of my body she can reach.
When we’re both clean, I turn off the water, and we step out together, my knot still pumping inside her. I wrap a towel around her, still holding her tight to me, breathing her in, and I know this is just the first of many shared showers together.
Chapter 32 - Aurela
Soren carries me back to the bed, and almost sleepily, as a second thought, I hear myself murmuring, “I have something to tell you.”
