Page 16 of Broken Mate

“It’s okay, babe. We’re all entitled to do that every now and then. Just remember why we fall.”

“Why?”

“So we learn to get back up.”

Then he bent and kissed her.

A million butterflies took flight as desire slammed into her soul. Never had she experienced the raw, beautiful power of a kiss. He was her first. Probably her last. Taking her up into the heavens and casting her out on a sea of passion.

When they came up for air, they stared at one another. His fingertips lightly brushed over her lips, over her cheek, down her throat. His fingers trailed down her body, and her stomach muscles rippled in protest until his fingers brushed across her panties covering her pussy.

“Oh, baby, you’re hot and wet,” he murmured against her mouth.

He rubbed over her slit. The cotton-covered finger rubbed little circles over her clit. She moaned and her hips jerked up, bumping against him.

“Oh my God,” she breathed softly. “Please, Ledger.”

“Damn, I love hearing my name on your lips.”

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Not wanting to let a moment longer go by without tasting her, he scooted down her body until he stared at the white panties covering her pussy. With his heightened sense of smell, her arousal made him salivate. He pulled one edge to the side and saw Anais’s glistening wet lips, with her little clit peeking from under its hood.

“Ah, sweetheart,” he murmured with awe in his voice. “That’s fucking hot as hell.”

Using two fingers, he spread her labia and then proceeded to lick her. From bottom to top, again and again, until she squirmed under him, panting her need. He didn’t let up and soon he was awarded when her body began to shake and then her pussy walls clamped down. Her cream ran over his tongue, her flavor sharp and tangy, and he was fucking addicted.

He was so hard he hurt. It wouldn’t take him much to come, just some stimulation. He ground himself down on the bed, finding the right spot to let the friction bring him over. With a cry, he exploded, his cum shooting out and soaking his jeans like a damn schoolboy. Yet, he couldn’t seem to care. Once he got his breathing under control, he scooted up until he rested his head on her stomach.

“That was—”

“Amazing,” he finished.

“Yeah,” she said languidly, running her fingers through his hair. “Amazing.”

“Now I’ve got cum in my jeans. I’m going to have to go change them so I don’t chafe.”

She giggled. “Will you be back?”

He picked up her hand and kissed the knuckles. “You’re not getting rid of me that easily. I’ll be back in ten minutes or so. I want to jump in the shower.”

“Take your time,” she said.

He rose, bent over, and kissed her on her mouth. Then he straightened and left her.

Chapter Seven

While she lay there thinking about Ledger, an unexpected tingling sensation started up her spine. Nothing uncomfortable at first, but it slowly grew in intensity. Until it felt like a thousand little needles poking her skin. She wiggled, trying to make the pins-and-needles feeling go away, but no matter what, it didn’t abate.

Then intense heat exploded along every nerve in her body and a little moan of pain escaped. Red-hot embers radiated from her neck and down her back, fanning through every cell, leaving her panting with agony. Was she dying? Tears leaked from her eyes, rolling down her temples as she stared up at the ceiling.

Then, just as suddenly as it had erupted, the sensation was gone.

Anais tried to suck in a deep breath, but her chest felt heavy. She lay there trying to take stock of what had just happened, and that’s when her wolf made a small nudge against her mind. It was so unexpected, so beautiful, that she cried out with joy and sat up. She waited, hoping it would happen again, but her wolf didn’t stir a second time. However, it didn’t matter because she’dfelther. It was just the barest tap against her subconscious, but it had been there. After over a year of silence, her wolf had finally given a hint that she was still inside.

Anais waited for another jolt, but whatever magic had jump-started her wolf had clearly passed. There was no way she imagined anything. Was it … had it been … the sex? It certainly seemed so, because she didn’t believe in coincidence. She had worked tirelessly on trying to reconnect with her wolf, and not one little peep. But a second after oral sex her wolf decided to sit up and give her a head-butt.

When Ledger rejoined her a few minutes later, she waved him over frantically.

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