Page 92 of Wolf's Rejected Mate

Tongues probing, I half wanted to stop and tell her the incredible news and half finish what I had started. There was no doubt which side was going to win. I was already a steel rod, ready to prod and explore her as an immortal now.

“I thought I needed my rest,” she rasped teasingly, but nothing she said now could lessen my desire for her.

The beast in me had been awakened, and it wasn’t going back to sleep until it had been sated. Lucky for me, Abby had no intention of stopping it, either. Her kisses grew harder, and she turned me onto my back, no longer in the throes of tiredness herself.

Only the sound of our mutual sighs bounced through the room as Abby dropped her mouth over my chin, her waist grinding over the swell of my cock as my hands found the curve of her breasts.

I ripped at the material of her bra, not caring that I’d ruined it for good, running my thumb against her nipple. It popped against the flesh of my palm, the tension of the skin sharp enough to cut glass. Raising her chest higher, she allowed her right breast into my mouth, and I sucked at it eagerly, my hands splaying to the cup of her ass, drawing her down to rub against me.

My tongue trailed the short distance over the bridge of her sternum to the other breast, suctioning against her. Abby fell forward, my hands working in tandem to free her of her pants.

Inhaling the succulence of her skin, my erection made it the last quarter inch, threatening to tear through the fabric of her panties, her wetness beckoning me.

Reaching between us, she freed my erection of my own constraints and bowed her head to clash her aqua eyes with mine, hand closing tightly around me to caress and stroke me harder.

A small smile formed on her lips in the glowing darkness, drops of moonlight spilling through the partially drawn curtains of the bedroom. Her smile was infectious.

It was good to see her smile for once, and I couldn’t resist dropping my lips to hers, capturing the sweetness of her mouth on mine, holding onto it in my own mouth.

When we parted, she asked the question I could read in her face, the manipulation of her fingers driving me crazy as she worked my cock.

“Are you going to take me?” she whispered.

“What do you think?”

My palms splayed on the small of her back and urged her closer, my right hand inching down further into the crack of her cheeks to spread and explore her folds softly, ensuring that she was fully ready for me.

Heat and wetness met my hand, our movements matching as we connected at the center, ready as we always were for each other. Abby tipped her head back to bite at my lower lip, and I wasted no time plunging into her. Bucking up, I filled her easily.

A groan of ecstasy fell from Abby’s lips, the sound only fueling my own passion as she perched on me, allowing my full cock inside her. The wetness of her lips shone as she drew her head back, eyes glazing over already when we sank into a deep, penetrating dance.

Her cries grew louder, filling my ears and driving me closer to my release, Abby’s hips drove upward to meet me and lock, twisting to take me on fully.

My hand cupped the heaving swell of her breast, the other still clinging to the curve of her sweet ass. Sweat formed over my hairline, our gazes locking again.

My mouth crushed to hers, and I felt her close tightly around me, her breaths racing now, her build-up mounting.

“You can wake me up anytime like this,” she mewled, her words uneven, eyes rolling to the back of her head.

She’s already there.

“I intend to,” I promised, and I meant it.

Determined to see her the rest of the way through her orgasm, I plunged, my lips finding her erect nipple again, and in less than a minute, she shuddered, her body tensing almost violently against me, nails curling into the flesh of my shoulder.

Her heat set me on fire, and that was enough to take me over the edge, my resolve to hold back was nonexistent in that moment. I needed to release with her, to become that same quivering puddle of euphoria that had become Abby.

I succumbed to my pleasure, and Abby fell forward, her breasts smothering me as she fought to catch her breath.

Abruptly, her arms gave out as if made of jelly, and she collapsed at my side with a small titter.

“Wasn’t it your idea to let me sleep?” she jested, curling up into me. “Not that I’m complaining. I’ll probably sleep better now than I did before.”

I wrapped my arms around her tightly, clinging to her until she was almost a part of my heated skin. Abby tensed underneath me, raising her head slightly.

“What’s wrong?” she asked worriedly. “You’re so quiet.”

I barely knew how to explain it to her, what to say. Instead, I met her eyes evenly and stroked her cheek, offering her a tender smile.

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