Page 21 of Rejected By Blood (Mated in Silence 2)

Dean

Jillian and I were alone for the first time in a while. Even though Shane was sleeping outside rather than in the cabin, his presence loomed large. And, as a result, our nightly lovemaking had all but ended. Not that my mate rejected my advances but more that I didn’t make any.

Shameful as it was, in a culture I was told found females with multiple mates to be not only acceptable but in many cases preferable, I found this downright distressing. I mean, growing up in a human world, I’d only been around two person relationships. At least that I’d been aware of. Likely there were plenty of alternative relationships but in our small town, if there were, those involved kept it to themselves.

Not in the pack! I’d seen females kissing each of their mates as they left for work and greeting them on their return. Major PDA. But it wasn’t the sex that made me envious. Not that they had sex around others of course, but some of the kissing and hugging and things left no doubt what they planned to do when they were alone.

As I was now, with my mate.

Her skin was soft and carried the scent of spring green plants and a bit of woodsmoke. The scent of home, but if I couldn’t truly wrap my head around the fact she had a second mate, I would lose her. I hadn’t know I was a shifter long, but long enough to understand the fact I couldn’t deny her what was hers by right, Shane. A gift of the goddess I’d only begun to know.

Searching around, I found a mossy spot near a stream and laid her down. Her eyes were half closed, her arms outstretched toward me and everything worrisome fell away. We fumbled with our clothing, laughing at the awkwardness of buttons and zippers catching in our hurry.

The sunlight filtered through the tree canopy, casting shadows on her skin as it was bared to my eyes. We’d made love outside once or twice, of course, but it had been cold for most of our time together. Today, the air held warmth promising that not too far off summer would arrive. We’d have plenty of cool days between now and then, of course, but today was perfect for what i had in mind.

Jillian tipped her face into the sun, eyes closed and a smile tipping her lips but then she sat up, blinking at me. She reached for her bag, dragged out the whiteboard.We’re both supposed to be working. What will the alpha say?

I pressed her back into the soft green bedding. “I don’t care.”

She struggled to rise again, but my palm flattened between her breasts.He will be mad. Will send someone to find us.

“Jillian, we passed him on the way out of the field.” I held her gaze. “He winked when I tossed you over my shoulder. I think he knows what spring does to people. It’s a time of hard work, I’m learning, but also a time for love.”

Despite herself, she smiled. Yes, and I love you very much.

“I love you, too. Does that mean you’re going to put down your marker and let me do this?” I trailed my lips over her jawline to her ear and nipped. “And this?” Her throat, her collarbone, then I rested my cheek on her warm, silken breast. Toying with her nipple between my thumb and forefinger, I blew a soft breath over the peak. I skated my other hand down her belly to cup her mound, one finger dipping between her labia to barely touch her clit.

Jillian’s breath hitched and her hips rocked, but I didn’t let her have her way. My hands went no farther. I’d learned my mate liked to be kept waiting just a little sometimes. She might deny it, but when I played with her for a while, she came like the explosion of fireworks.

Her eyes pleaded, requiring no words. Sometimes, I didn’t speak either. But I did have one more thing to say.

I took her nipple between my teeth and rubbed the flat of my tongue over it, grinning at the shudde that rippled over her. “More of this? Or shall we go back to planting and chopping?”

Her hand closed around my cock so firmly, I had no doubts of her decision. Just kissed her with everything in my heart and soul, showing her instead of talking. I’d talked myself blue, and she’d nearly worn out her board with trying to express her feelings, but for this? I kissed her everywhere, appreciating the brighter light. Her skin had an opalescence, sort of, not really sparkling, maybe a glow? Or maybe it was just what being in love did to a man.

When she was writing and gasping, and her strokes on my cock were seconds from driving me over the edge, I peeled her hand from me and rolled onto my back, bringing her with me. She straddled me, rising on her knees and then sinking by millimeters, tight, hot, and mind-blowing.I brought my arms up and linked our fingers, as she rose and lowered herself taking more with each descent until I was buried deep into her body. She leaned forward to kiss me and I released her hands and gripped her hips, helping her to move, helping her to engulf me, helping us both to ride the tide toward completion.

I wanted this to take a long time, but after just a few nights of not having her, it might as well have been a century. I was so primed, I wasn’t going to last long so I freed one hand and plunged it between her legs, rubbing her clit in fast, tight circles until, even muffled against my lips, her cry startled a flock of small black birds in the tree above us into flight. Her inner muscles clenched, milking me of every drop of cum and eliciting a howl that no kiss could suppress.

She stayed there, lying on top of me, until my cock shrank back and fell free of her, and then she stayed there some more. After a long time, the breeze kicked up, and it became too cool to be naked. The sunlight was slanting at an angle that told me afternoon was well underway, and while the alpha might be understanding, he also had jobs to get done.

Jillian must have had the same thought because she sat up, climbed off me, and reached for her clothes. I did the same. I would have loved to shift and run, but while the alpha was patient, he had limits, and our work waited.

As I worked at the sawmill that afternoon, preparing boards for an order placed, my mind was all over the place. I just couldn’t relax and accept Shane into our little house. It was very little more than a single large room and Jillian was the first girl I’d ever felt completely comfortable with.

Sure, Christie was a good friend, and Wendi, but they were just that. Friends. Kind, caring friends with multiple mates both of them. And when we’d been together, I hadn’t yet known I was a shifter or that the only real way to find happiness in love was with mates. So I’d been kind of annoying, hitting on so many girls just hoping to have someone special in my life. I yearned for things I didn’t even know existed. My crush on Sierra might have been just because of what she was, although I knew now that it hadn’t been anything like the feeling of a mate.

If I was going to move forward to the next steps in my new life, I needed to get some advice from friends, and that meant friends who would understand.

Next time I was in town, I would call Christie and see if we could get together. With her mates. I needed advice if I wasn’t going to mess up the best thing that ever happened to me.

Chapter Twenty-One

Jillian

Dean was working overtime, but because it was a Saturday, I was hankering for something to do. I’d plucked just about all of the morels and stocked up on other needful herbs from the forest for both me and Magda and honestly, just didn’t want to do anymore.

Shane was puttering around in my little herb garden outside, but since he worked on it every day, there wasn’t much to be done. He was trying hard to be part of things without stepping on Dean’s toes, but I wasn’t sure how long he could keep that up. He was a wolf, too, and I was his mate. Patience was a very human emotion; wolves were not especially gifted with it.

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