Page 96 of His Rejected Mate

“Are you in a hurry?” Wyatt asked with a smile as I yanked his pants down.

“I want to feel your skin on mine. Ineedit.”

Before he could respond, I slipped my hand into his underwear and pulled his cock free, stroking it. Wyatt moaned, the ecstasy of the sensation filling his mind and spilling over into mine. I gasped, clenching my thighs. My pussy throbbed, dripping wet. It was like nothing I’d ever experienced.

I needed him inside me. Now. I would go mad if he didn’t fill me.

Wyatt, sensing my need, sat forward and tore at my clothes. When his fingers brushed my breasts, I thought I would pass out. My pleasure bounced through his head, giving him even more. Our mingled desire surged through me, amplifying it. We were in a feedback loop like the last time we had sex. It excited and terrified me to see what this would be like now that our bond was fully complete.

Rolling me over, Wyatt finished undressing me and fell upon my body. His lips and fingers traveled all across my skin. I cried out in happy surprise as he took a nipple into his mouth, sucking and biting at it. Reaching out, I ran my fingers through his hair, urging him on with my hands and my mind.

When his finger slipped inside me, I almost lost it. It was too much, yet not enough, all at the same time. Writhing beneath him, he slid his finger in and out of me, all while continuing to lick, suck, and kiss my breasts and nipples.

“I need you, Wyatt,” I said, my words strained as I spoke through clenched teeth.

Obeying my words and the thoughts and emotions he sensed coming from me, he released me and settled between my legs, his thick cock resting against my clit, sending waves of hot agonizing pleasure through me. He hadn’t even started yet, and I was already quivering with anticipation.

Locking his eyes on mine, he slid into me. Breath rushed from my lungs, and I raised my head, looking down to watch as inch after inch slipped into the soaking wet confines of my body.I traced lines across his rippling abs with my fingers as he sank fully into me.

Before he moved again, he gazed down at me. “You’re beautiful. Kira, I love you.”

“I love you, too,” I said, my voice slipping out in tiny gasps, preparing myself for what was to come.

I wrapped my legs around his waist, urging him on, digging my heels into him. Understanding, Wyatt rocked his hips against me, sliding almost all the way out, then back in. The more he moved, the more love and desire poured out of his mind. He had to have felt the same from me. Soon, we were writhing and thrusting with abandon. No longer chasing a climax, but rushing forward, trying to match each other’s need. Giving, taking, sharing, and basking in more pleasure than I’d ever experienced in my life.

“Look at me,” Wyatt gasped, sweat staining his hair.

I did. Time seemed to stand still. My gods, how long had we been going? I couldn’t tell, but my body was coated with sweat. When I locked my eyes on his, the first tremble of release began to quiver between my legs and up into my gut and chest.

“I’m gonna come,” I moaned.

“I’m close,” Wyatt panted.

I gasped. “Harder, Wyatt..”

His slow thrusts turned into desperate, powerful movements. The aggression of his movements sent me over the edge. It was like I’d been floating on waves and now the water had vanished, sending me plummeting into an abyss of ecstasy. I came, digging my nails into his back, my mouth open in a silent scream.

I lost control of my legs. They twitched and kicked out as Wyatt called out my name and spilled his seed into me. As good as I felt, sensing his own orgasm sent bursting stars acrossmy vision, and another crashing wave of the most wonderful pleasure swept over me.

I couldn’t imagine anything else feeling as intimate. We were one, feeling everything the other did.

After what could have been a hundred years, the spell was finally broken, and we collapsed on the bed, Wyatt resting his head on my chest. We lay like that, catching our breath, all thoughts of his family and the war forgotten. For those few moments, the only thing that mattered was us.

Chapter 24

Wyatt

The night before had been exhausting but also amazing. Kira and I had made love multiple times. I’d never understood how intense the fated mate bond could be, but now I understood why most couples honeymooned for at least a week. The constant desire was insatiable.

Now, we stood in the shower after a night of sex and intermittent sleep.

“You’re getting frisky again,” Kira murmured as I ran the bar of soap over her breasts.

“That’s not true,” I lied. “These are just so filthy and need to be cleaned. It’s not my fault you’re such a dirty girl.”

She rolled her eyes, but didn’t stop my roving hands.

“Want me to keep going?” I asked hopefully, growing hard just thinking about it.

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