Page 35 of Wolf's Rejected Mate

His palms encircled my waist, and I heard him groan loudly as I squeezed around him.

“So fucking tight,” he gasped. Hard and deep, he plunged into me, keeping me grounded with the steel rod inside me. Again, my eyes closed, our bodies rocking to a long-lost but unforgotten rhythm.

My fingers tightened around the covers, my nails curling with the intensity, but I couldn’t feel anything but Elijah’s relentless thrusts inside me.

The sound of him slapping against me brought me to the brink a third time, but nothing more than the way he pressed his solid body against my back, murmuring my name in my ear.

“I’m so glad I found you again, Abby.”

His hand reached around the front of me, an index finger extending to play at my sensitive button, and I bucked again, certain I was going to lose my mind at the height of all this passion.

“Mine,” he hissed. “You will always be mine.”

How could his simple words keep bringing me to the point of no return? And yet I came again, our climaxes mixing as we let go in unison.

I groaned, my body weak, but he didn’t let me fall face first onto the bed, even as he withdrew from me.

Slowly, Elijah allowed me back onto the sheets, and I flopped over to look at him, panting, sweat beading under my breasts. He offered me his trademark grin and a small wink before lying at my side. I watched his solid chest rise and fall, my fingers moving to trace the angles of his pecs, trailing up toward the glowing gold arch over his heart.

“You’re really staying?” I asked him when I caught my breath.

Elijah nodded, sitting up on his arm to peer into my face.

“I shouldn’t have ever left in the first place.”

I bit on my lower lip, not wanting to ask, but I had to know what had changed.

“You’re immortal. You don’t care that you’ll outlive me now?” I demanded.

He shook his head. “I was an idiot to send you away, and I see that now. I won’t make the same mistake again. Any time I have with you is all I need, Abby.”

My heart swelled as he kissed me deeply. But as he pulled back, the reality of the situation came crashing back down around me.

“And I’m not going anywhere while Orson is controlling my city.”

The euphoria that had accompanied our passion began to wane, and I also sat up, pulling the comforter around my nudity, a finger moving to twirl along a strand of hair nervously.

“How are you going to do that, Elijah?” I asked. “Orson’s not going to just hand the territory back to you.”

His eyes darkened. “I wasn’t going to ask him. It’s not really his choice. It belongs to me.”

I grimaced uncomfortably, but before I could remind him that he was putting me in an awkward position, he brought it up himself.

“I won’t do anything until I have a surefire plan,” he reassured me. “And I’ll keep you out of it.”

The sentiment offered me a modicum of relief, but it wasn’t enough. Elijah was still on my property, hiding where anyone might chance upon him any minute. We had to work on these arrangements. I couldn’t forget that he’d abandoned me once before, rejected me.

Why was it so difficult to resist him?

Stupid question. He’s my mate. Fighting it is futile.

But I could still try. I had to, for the sake of my dignity. For years, I’d struggled to rebuild, to make something of myself in the shadow of the yearning that had followed me.

But I also couldn’t deny the deep ire that twisted in me simultaneously.

I have to stay strong. I can’t let him back into my life, not so easily.

I would always care about Elijah, but I couldn’t set myself up for more heartache, more disaster.

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