Page 21 of Rejected By Birth (Mated in Silence 3)

I clung to him while he cupped my breasts and bent to lap at the sharp peaks. Each of my mates was different in our intimacies. Nobody but Dean could make me come just from breast play. But this wasn’t going to be a time when that would happen. Ignoring the spray dappling his skin, he sat on a rock and lifted me onto his shoulders, burying his face in my pussy and eating me out as if he’d been starving for my taste.

I buried my fingers in his hair and held on while I rode his face like a ship on a storm-tossed sea. He’d never done this before, and he was very good at it. I crossed my legs behind his neck as his tongue lashed every bit of my folds, and then, just when I thought I couldn’t go any higher, he thrust two fingers inside me and sucked on my clit.

I might not be able to speak, but strangled keening emerged from my lips as I clenched down on his fingers and tumbled over the edge into darkness.

I came back as he was lowering me to his lap, his stiff cock prodding at where his fingers had gone before.

“I’ve missed you so much,” he gasped before kissing me again with a desperation I shared. I wanted to say backI missed you, I love you, never leave me, never leave usbut like before, I could only show him for now. When we left the water, I would go fetch my basket with my whiteboard in it and write some things.

But it seemed he had no words, either, when he was lifting and lowering me onto his cock, plumbing my depths and growling low in his throat. Our bodies were talking. If I’d had any doubts about what he’d been up to while he was away—not that I had—the speed with which he reached his peak showed me how long it had been since he’d been with anyone. He poured a seemingly unending stream of hot cum into me while I peppered his forehead with kisses.

I would gladly have stayed there in the falls forever, except it really was cold, and once we’d stopped moving, we started shivering. We returned to the clearing for my things and headed for home. I had somehow forgotten my dress by the falls, but it didn’t matter much. As long as we were on our lands, nobody would notice or care. I thought about leaving my basket and shifting, but that would have involved letting go of Dean’s hand.

Something I never wanted to do again.

Of course, that was not practical, and when we reached the cabin, and went inside, we faced Shane and Creek who looked so startled, I burst into laughter.

“Lucky I made plenty of dinner, and it’s almost ready,” was Creek’s only comment, and Shane gave Dean a pat on the back as he passed him. My other mates were very generous to one who had made all of our lives so hard, but I thought I understood. They had such big hearts, they were able to set aside the past as long as we’d all be together.

But as I was setting dishes on the table, Shane approached Dean, who was wearing either something he’d left behind or the jeans of maybe Shane. Even with Dean’s bulking up since he’d become a wolf and a woodsman, Creek’s clothing would be much too large. Shane spoke to Dean in a low voice then waved to Creek and the three of them filed outside. Any thought I’d had that Dean’s return would go unremarked walked out the door with them.

As soon as the door closed behind them, I raced to the window and looked out. They were filing into the forest, Shane ahead, Dean in the middle, and Creek in the rear. Everything in me wanted to run out there and tell them to be nice, not to fight, to remember we were all family. But my wolf dug in her figurative heels.

They must make peace.

And she was right. But I kept checking out the window. They were gone for over an hour while the roast dried out and the mashed potatoes got stiff, but finally, just as I had decided the wolf was wrong and I was going to make sure they were okay, there they were, and they emerged from the tree line, walking side by side. They weren’t smiling and laughing, but nobody was bruised or bleeding, and they seemed okay with one another.

I darted away from the window and put the food on the table I’d finished setting between checks for their return. They entered to find me filling glasses with water from my favorite pottery pitcher. I smiled at them, although I knew it was a little wobbly.

Did you have a nice walk?I wrote on my board.

“Fine,” Shane said, taking a seat. “Sorry to keep you waiting.”

The others all muttered something similar and began to pass the food around. I stood watching them, not knowing what to do, but when they all had filled their plates, they seemed to notice I had not taken a seat.

“Jillian, we can’t eat without our queen.” Creek’s smile was warm. “Sit down and we’ll fill you in on all the details of our ‘walk.’”

They knew me too well. I was probably sending out a cloud of curiosity that would taint their dinners if they didn’t share. Knowing they’d never eat if their “queen” didn’t, I sat down and accepted the plate they piled high from the bowls and platters. I’d never be able to eat so much, but it was sweet of them to work together to do something for me. I forked up a bite of creamy and not-too-stiff potatoes then popped them into my mouth and arched a brow.

“You should chew.” Creek’s grin stretched wide. “And we’ll let our brother tell you a story.”

Brother?Hope was a series of bubbles trying to lift me from my chair, but before I let it fully take over, I needed to hear what Dean had to say.

“Mate, first I’m sorry. So sorry I left. Every minute without you was torture, but my heart and mind were at war. When I was a little boy, something happened in my house. Something I didn’t fully understand at the time, and that I only just now do have the details about.”

I gave a wave worthy of the queen they called me and ate a bite of meat.

“All right. While I was away, I visited my parents and sat down to talk. When I was maybe five, my dad moved out of the house for a while, and when he came to pick me up to visit, there was a lady with him. She wore a lot of perfume and was always touching his hand, or trying to hug me and tell me she might be my new mother. My mom was sad and crying all the time, and I was so mad.

“Then, suddenly, Dad was back and they were kind of stiff and didn’t talk a lot at first, then, eventually, everything went back to normal.”

He went silent for a while, and I reached for my whiteboard.He had an affair.

“Yes. And the worst part was, I’d forgotten most of it.”

You were very little.

“And yet, it was affecting me now. I know it made them very uncomfortable, but I made my parents talk to me about it, fill in the gaps my five-year-old self could not. And then my reaction to this relationship made sense.”

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