Page 6 of Rejected By Blood (Mated in Silence 2)

“I’m not complaining, mate. I thought life had to be complicated. College, work, running around like crazy, and then you die. This...life with you is incredible. I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

Once he stopped talking, his mouth moved to my neck where he sucked and kissed the tender skin right below my earlobe. My back arched, and I yearned for more. My core pulsed with need as my back hit the edge of the pool.

I wished I could tell him to take me right there.

Good thing I didn’t have to. My mate always seemed to read my mind when it came to sex.

“Let your legs go a little. I’ve got us, Jillian.”

I loosened my legs as his hands roamed down, grabbing my ass, cupping and kneading the muscles there. “Oh, sweetheart, you have no idea how much I want you right now.”

Hell yes, I did. Probably half as much as I wanted him.

Our lips met while my fingers tangled in his hair, right at the nape. Dean’s hair was softest there, and I sought it every time he was near.

“You’re so ready for me, Jillian. Always ready for me.” He pushed himself inside me, and I fisted his hair tighter as my hips rocked of their own accord. He whirled us around, his back against the rocks. He bent his knees a little and shifted me onto his lap, in the water. The pressure on my core was new like this and, in mere seconds, my world shattered around me. Dean cried out my name just three pulses later.

We were left in a wet, shallow-breathed heap, our foreheads pressed against each other while we came down from the mountain.

“Let’s get you home. My wolf is pretty pissed I have you out in the cold.”

He whisked us both onto the shore, and we dressed quickly before heading back to the cabin hand in hand, both smiling like we’d just had our first time again.

Well, my first time.

The cabin was warm. I heard the familiar snaps and cracks of the fire as he stirred up the coals to a blaze.

“Just a few pages tonight. You’ve worn me out.”

I opened my mouth to a wide O and he laughed loudly.

We didn’t make even one page before coming together \, this time on the bed. He positioned me on top again, giving me sweet instructions while he touched me everywhere, all the time asking me if I liked certain things.

I shattered on top of him and we fell asleep like that, my body plastered to his. Wrapped up in his arms, I was in complete bliss.

“Jillian,’ Dean whispered sometime later. The sun wasn’t quite up but I’d had the best sleep of my life. “Jillian, I think there’s someone outside the window.”

We scrambled from the bed, and I grabbed a dress to pull on before going outside. When we rounded the corner, there was a wolf lying right under our bedroom window, sleeping like the dead.

“Hey!” Dean yelled, startling the wolf. “What the hell are you doing here?” He began to step toward the wolf but in moments, the wolf was now a man, standing in front of us.

And I knew exactly who it was--Shane.

“What’s going on?” he asked, rubbing the back of his neck.

“Why are you sleeping underneath our bedroom window?” Dean asked, voice terse and angry. I’d never heard him so forceful.

“Oh…” Shane looked my cabin up and down before shrugging. “I have no idea. But my wolf kind of does as he pleases. He’s a fickle beast. Not sure why he chose to sleep here. Do you have any ideas?”

His question targeted me. No matter how much I tried to deny it, there was something palpable and urgent between us. A tether I didn’t know how long I could ignore.

“No? Okay. Well, sorry. See you later.”

Shane walked away but Dean was still livid. His jaw was clenched, fists balled at his sides. He had stepped in front of me during the conversation, all protective and fierce.

It was endearing to say the least.

But not necessary.

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