Page 19 of His Rejected Mate

“Uh-huh. I feel better than I have in a long time. I’ve got some energy to burn.” She slipped her hand down between my legs, squeezing my dick through my pants. “Do you think you can help me with that?”

As she ran her fingers along my crotch, I groaned. “I think I can.”

Kira gasped as I picked her up and carried her to the bed, laying her down quickly but gently. I gazed down at her as I stripped my clothes off. She kept eye contact while doing the same. Every inch of flesh she revealed sent me into more of a frenzy. I’d never wanted her more. Knowing she was in danger, being unable to help her, had driven me nearly mad. Now thatshe was here, safe and sound, within these walls with me? I couldn’t help myself.

My pants were still around my ankles when I dropped to my knees, spread her knees apart, and buried my face in her pussy.

“Oh, fuck,” Kira moaned as I flicked my tongue over her.

Sliding my tongue as deep into her as I could, I reached up and took hold of her breasts, caressing the skin and pinching her nipples. My lips glided over her pussy and her clit. Kira tasted like heaven, and I wanted more. Wanted to feel her come on my tongue.

Lowering my hands to grip her thighs, I held her open for me and wrapped my lips around her clit, alternating between sucking and flicking my tongue over the engorged nub of flesh. She quivered beneath my hands, shivering in pleasure.

Glancing up, I found her staring down at me, watching me ravish her, her mouth hung open in ecstasy. My cock throbbed as our eyes met. I ached to be inside her, but I had to do this first, had to give her all I could. This day had shown me that nothing was promised, and every moment mattered.

Without taking my eyes off her, I raised my mouth an inch. “Come for me, Kira.”

As I resumed devouring her, I slid a finger into her, then another, thrusting lazily in and out. Kira pushed her hips into my face in demand, and I moved my fingers faster in time with her pelvis. At last, she shuddered beneath my mouth and hands.

“Fuck, Wyatt, I’m coming,” Kira hissed through clenched teeth.

I grinned against her as her orgasm crashed over her, her hips bucking harder and faster with each wave. Before she’d finished climaxing, I rose, keeping her legs apart with my hands, and slid balls-deep into her soaked pussy. Resting my weight on my forearms, I caught her left nipple in my mouth and sucked on it as I crashed my hips into her.

Kira ran her fingers through my hair and wrapped her legs around my waist, locking her ankles to hold me inside, urging me to go faster. Sweat already glistened on our bodies, and our labored breaths mingled.

Each time I slammed into her, the wet, velvety softness of her pussy elicited a grunt of happiness from me. Gods, being inside her was so good. More than good. It was fucking fantastic. Nothing had ever, or would ever, feel as amazing as her body. I raised my face to hers, finding her lips, and kissed her deeply as we fucked with ever-increasing abandon. The first ripples of pleasure grew deep in my balls and pelvis, the massive and explosive climax building, ready to burst.

Kira threw her head back, stuffing her fist in her mouth to stifle the scream that erupted from her throat as she came a second time. Seeing her face twisted in the throes of pleasure sent me over the edge. A deep growl of satisfaction rumbled in my throat as my own orgasm erupted from me. Each thrust sent another wave of ecstasy through me. Tingling electric tendrils ran up and down my back, my arms, legs—every fiber of my being. Happiness and contentment flooded through me as I collapsed onto her chest, panting to catch my breath.

After holding each other like that for several silent minutes, I finally managed to get my pants fully off and slid down to lie next to Kira. She settled herself in the crook of my arm, resting her head on my chest.

“Is everyone all right?” Kira asked after a few minutes of silence.

“What do you mean?”

“The others. Leif, Abel, the rest of Crew’s people. I was too out of it to ask earlier.”

“Oh,” I said. “Not sure. I think the plan was to take Leif to some kind of holding pen or something if we found him and got him back. I’d assume Abel was taken to the healers. As far asI know, other than that one guy who got killed, everyone else just has some scratches and bruises. Nothing too serious. Don’t worry about all that now, though. You were the reason we went in.”

“I know.” She gave a sad shake of her head. “I feel guilty about it, anyway.”

“You shouldn’t. Hell, if you hadn’t been taken, we’d have never gotten Abel or Leif back. Yes, we lost one, but we recovered three. It’s a shit trade, but at least it wasn’t for nothing. That guy did a brave fucking thing going in there with us. You can feel bad, that’s allowed, but remember that two other innocent people were saved along with you.”

Kira relaxed against me. “Okay.”

Squeezing her shoulder, I turned my head to look at her. “Crew can handle things without us for a while. You’ve been through a lot. I almost lost my mind not knowing if you were okay. I just want you to myself for a little while. We can check on Leif and Abel tomorrow.”

She nodded, but I could already tell she was slipping away. Her eyelids drooped shut as sleep took her under.

With a smile, I closed my own eyes, happy to be holding her in my arms, to know she was safe. After all she’d been through, she was obviously shaken up and needed the rest. As I slipped off to join her in sleep, I wondered how many more close calls we’d have before this was all over.

Chapter 5

Kira

When I awoke later on, I was shocked by how rested and relaxed my body felt. It hadn’t been until I was somewhere safe and calm, with someone I loved, that I realized how stressed I’d been in Simon’s compound. Tension and worry had pulled me so taut, I’d been on the verge of ripping in half. The metal table I’d been strapped to and the sterile environment hadn’t helped, either. Haven’s dirt and stone tunnels weren’t as luxurious as the Reject Mansion’s, but they were a thousand times better than being locked up as some science experiment.

Rolling over, I reached out for Wyatt, but the bed was empty. The room was dark and quiet. He must have gotten up earlier. Gods only knew how long I’d slept. It could have been midday, for all I knew. My stomach growled. I had barely touched the food we’d been given when we returned last night, and I hadn’t had anything to drink. A half-empty, lukewarm water bottle sat on a block of wood that served as a makeshift nightstand. I twisted the cap off and sucked down the entire thing in three fast gulps.

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