Page 23 of Rejected By Blood (Mated in Silence 2)

“I would mate you right now, Jillian. I want to so badly.”

My eyebrows bounced, asking him the question my mouth couldn’t.

“Not until you get things squared away with Dean. It’s not fair to him or to me or to you. I know he says it’s okay, but you only have to look at his hunched shoulders to know it’s not. But there are other things we can do. Ways to please my mate.”

He lifted me and gently laid me down on the bank of the river. My legs dangled into the water, and he stood there, all of me bared to him. After taking my mouth again, he paid attention to each of my breasts, loving them like they never had been.

“Spread your legs for me mate. I need to taste you.”

I swallowed against the rock in my throat and hesitated. Dean and I had had sex, and we’d explored some things, but this was new.

“Jillian, sweetheart, you are gorgeous. Please, let me do this for you. I can sense your need. Please, mate. Give me what I want. Let me give you what you crave."

His whispers killed me. I lay back, resting my elbows on the ground behind me and opened my knees. He rubbed his hand over his mouth like a hungry wolf about to get his dinner.

Shane peppered kisses onto my thighs, slowly and torturously moving upward as he did. My legs opened wider of their own accord and I threw my head back when his lips touched my clit. “There you go, Jillian. Let go. Take what I’m giving you.”

The sun beat down on our naked bodies while he lapped at me. Again and again he drove me to the brink, only to stop right when I was at the edge.

“You want to come, mate? Is that what you want?”

I looked at him. Gods, the sight of him alone was enough to make me come right then and there. Nodding, I sat up slightly and fisted his hair, pulling him back right to the place I needed him most.

I gasped as he slid one finger and then two into me, still flicking his tongue against my clit then taking long, slow drags. He flattened his tongue and moved it in a slow, steady rhythm while his fingers pumped in and out of me.

Tingling started at my core and bloomed out, ignoring all my cells while goosebumps broke out along my wet skin.

Then it happened. I shattered against his mouth, grinding my pelvis against his fingers as though it was his cock instead. My entire body pulsed, and I saw stars for a few seconds before blinking against the sun.

He moved back and pulled me back into the water.

“Gods, you are gorgeous when you come. I can’t wait to take you.”

Dean needed to come to terms with me and Shane and this harem before I exploded. Yes, Shane’s mouth against me was a dream, but I needed more.

I needed all of my new mate.

Chapter Twenty-Two

For the first time, my presence was requested at a pack business meeting. I was way too excited to be attending a function everyone complained about all the time. The women I worked with in the gardens claimed they took up valuable time when they could be doing something more important. The betas were always rushing around making notes, when a meeting approached, speaking in low voices and trying to seem very important when everyone knew they were just putting together some information for the alpha. And the young males were even worse. But I had been too young to attend when I moved into the woods and then, other than as a pair of able hands and a strong back, they pretty well all forgot about me.

But both of my mates were attending, and so I guess it would have seemed weird, deliberate even to exclude me. Sometimes I wondered what I did to be treated as a second-class citizen. Nobody invited me for coffee or to birthday parties or anything at all. Were they trying to pretend I didn’t exist?

Either way, better days were coming. I heated water and got out a bar of soap Magda made and gifted me. Scented with lavender and golden from an oil infusion of calendula from her garden, it was my favorite and I used it sparingly to make it last. But today was special! I washed my hair with the bar as well, rinsing it twice before lathering my skin. When every inch of me, including under my fingernails was clean and smelled like flowers, I got out and wrapped a towel around myself.

My hair had gotten quite long and I considered trimming it, but then decided now was not the time to take a chance on a bad chop job. Instead, after combing out every tangle, I plaited it in a complex braid of no fewer than eleven strands. By the time I finished, my arms were aching, but I thought it was worth it. I tied the bottom off with a bit of ribbon for fancy.

I had better clothes than I used to, but still a limited supply. Dean had brought me a very pretty shirt from town on his last trip. It was maroon cotton, so soft, and laced at the neck. Paired with my long denim skirt and chucks, a gift from Shane, then spun in front of the mirror, wondering if it was quirky adorable or just completely off-base, but just as I was thinking of changing into jeans and a tee, wolf whistles startled me so much, I bumped my hip into the table.

“We’re sorry.” Dean ran up and steadied me, but Shane, although he’d been part of the whistling, stayed by the door. As always. “You look nice.”

“You do,” agreed my other mate. “And we’d better get going. I don’t know about this pack, but my old alpha had people whipped for arriving late.”

I gaped at him. Was that a thing? Were we running late? I couldn’t imagine our alpha having anyone whipped for anything short of maybe murder, but what did I know? I’d been out here in the woods missing out on the good and, apparently the bad, of pack life.

“Really?” Dean was asking the question for me. “For arriving late at a meeting? That seems extreme.”

“It probably is, but things were not exactly fun and games there. Note that Creek and I left. A narcissistic alpha makes for a very unstable pack.”

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