Page 39 of His Rejected Mate

“Okay,” Wyatt said. “Let’s get started, I guess.”

The next two hours were spent teaching the group grappling techniques, disarming moves, ways to combine magic with hand-to-hand combat, and explaining the best ways to dispatch vampires, as it seemed Simon had quite a few of those in his employ. In no time at all, Zoe and everyone else was soaked with sweat. It was pretty basic, especially for me and Wyatt, but everyone else looked excited to learn new things.

As I helped a couple of younger witches learn some simple joint locks, my gaze kept straying to Wyatt. He moved around the room, pointing out flaws, coaching, and assisting. He took to leadership roles easier than anyone I knew, though I’d never really noticed it before. I’d spent too much time trying to ignore him or butt heads with him to really see what he was capable of.

“Watch how Kira and I do this.” He waved me over. “She’s going to attack me, and I’m going to use her own momentum to take her down.”

“You sure about this?” I asked, cocking my eyebrow.

Wyatt nodded and grinned back. “Come on, hotshot. Let’s see what you’ve got.”

Smirking, I lunged at him. He parried my attack with fluid, effortless skill—grabbing my wrist and spinning, then knocking me to the ground. My breath left me in a huff as I landed.

Wyatt leaned over me. “Wanna go for round two?”

With a growl, I flipped onto my feet. “Let’s give them a good show.”

The trainees all gathered around, eager to see their two instructors fight. This time, Wyatt was the attacker. He moved damned fast, but I lashed out a foot, catching his shin. He tumbled forward, and I chopped my hand down on the back of his neck. I held back, not really wanting to hurt him, but I made sure he felt my power. The strike finished his fall and sent him face-planting into the dirt.

“You see, everyone,” I addressed the crowd, “men have all those big muscles, but it can make them alittletop-heavy.”

Wyatt chuckled as he wiped dirt off his face and stood. “Fair enough. Let’s see what else you’ve got.”

We went back and forth, grappling with each other. Our bodies intertwined, sweat mingling, and our faces were so close together, our breaths became one. There was a sexual element to the fight that couldn’t be ignored. From the way Wyatt was looking at me, he’d noticed it as well.

At one point, Wyatt had me wrapped me in a headlock, my back to his chest. His cock was hard against my ass.

“Oh, for fuck’s sake,” Zoe finally said, rolling her eyes. “Get a room.”

The crowd tittered with embarrassed laughter. Wyatt released me and stepped away. “Okay, everyone. Uh, break time. Head out and get some lunch. We can do more training afterward.”

The Haveners filed out. At the end of the line, Zoe looked over her shoulder at me and mimed giving a blow job. I bared my teeth at her, but she just laughed and hurried off to lunch.

Wyatt grabbed my hand and pulled me out through the opposite door. In the corridor, he pressed me against the wall and claimed my mouth. His hands roamed over my body, fingertips trailing up my hips, hands kneading my breaststhrough my shirt. His hunger and desire for me were exposed by his every movement. My own need sent pulsing waves of heat between my thighs. The tingly sensation on my nipples and clit, like an itch that needed to be scratched, made me dizzy.

I pulled away, gasping. “We’ve got a lot of training to do over the next couple of days. Are you gonna get this worked up every time?”

Wyatt growled and pressed his face into my neck, licking and sucking at the skin below my ear. My eyes rolled back, and I clenched my thighs together, needing the friction as he nibbled at my sensitive skin.

Putting his lips to my ear, he whispered, “Who cares? We don’t have to hide anything from the people here. Everyone knows you’re mine.”

You’re mine. Words I would have scoffed at from any man a few months ago brought a smile to my lips. Iwashis, and hewasmine. Something about that made me feel content in a way I couldn’t describe. I couldn’t even make fun of him for saying it.

“If I want to call a break every ten minutes,” Wyatt went on, teeth scraping against my earlobe, “to take you back to the room and have you, then I will. Screw anyone who wants to say something about it.”

My breath came in lilting gasps. “Is that what you’re gonna do?Haveme?”

Wyatt pressed his hips forward, grinding himself against me, and I could feel the thick rod of flesh in his pants hardening. “Is that what you want?”

There was nothing I wanted more in that moment. “Let’s go, before I fuck you right here against the wall.”

Wyatt grinned and took my hand again. We sprinted back to our room. As soon as the door was closed, I shimmied out of my pants and panties. The garments were still around my ankles when Wyatt pushed me face-first onto the bed. A moment later,I felt his warm breath on my thighs, and then he slid his tongue into me. Arching my back, I gasped in pleasure as he probed deeper into me, then slid out to flick my clit.

“Oh, fuck,” I moaned. “That feels so good.”

Wyatt took hold of my ass and pressed his face even closer, almost suffocating himself against me to shove his tongue deeper. The world around me seemed to vanish until all I could feel was Wyatt fucking me with his mouth. My eyes half-lidded, my mouth agape, soft groans flowed out of me as he brought me to the brink of climax. One finger rubbed at my clit while another fucked my pussy as Wyatt swirled his tongue around my butthole.

Just as my orgasm threated to burst free, Wyatt pulled away. I huffed in disappointment. Rolling over, I found him tearing off his clothes, and I kicked off the garments bunched around my ankles and pulled my shirt over my head. When his throbbing cock sprang free of his pants, I licked my lips. I took him in my mouth before he’d even gotten his shirt off, sliding my lips to the base and massaging his balls, fingertips trailing across the velvety skin of his scrotum.

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