Page 11 of Melissa's Mates (Blissful Bets)

“The mere fact that you can break yourself from my gaze tells me I’m right. You’re the one. Don’t fight it, Melissa. Just come with me.”

“The one what? Channing, I’m not sure what you’re talking about, but I just met you today. If you seriously think what I think you are referring to, maybe I should have listened to Stephen. When you said you wanted me I thought, well, like now, you wanted me. If you’re talking about happily ever after or something like that, then you’re looking at the wrong person. I’m not the Vegas type.”

“Okay, let’s start over. My words are getting confused, I think. No more talking. Just feel.”

Uneasily, Melissa looked back into his eyes. “Why wouldn’t I be able to break myself away from your gaze?”

“No more talking. I will explain afterward.”

Thoughts rushed through her head. Something told her she was about to discover this big secret she knew everyone was keeping from her. Of course, she shouldn’t get her hopes up. It was quite possible she was losing her mind. She wouldn’t doubt that it was hereditary.

“You promise?”

At his nod, she felt relief flow through. Leaning closer, she brought her lips to his. Pressure from his hands gripped around the back of her thighs, pulling her from her knees. She clung tightly to his neck as he completely held her off the bed. Wrapping her legs around his waist, she felt him ease from his knees to sit down. Resting her legs against the mattress, she paused, feeling the tip of his hard cock rub her entrance.

“Wait.” Melissa wiggled free and pulled open her bedside table drawer. Pulling out a condom, she tossed it to him. He looked at it a few seconds, and then glanced up at her.

“You want me to wear this?”

Melissa tried not to let herself look puzzled, but she knew she was failing miserably. “Yes, don’t you wear protection?”

“Well, I haven’t actually had sex in a long time. I…”

Shocked, she crawled up to him and took the package from his hand. She wasn’t sure if he was telling the truth or not, but she could play along just in case he wanted her to think that. Opening the wrapper, she kept eye contact with him as she wrapped her hand around his width. At the shock, the need to look down almost overpowered everything. He was big. Not just big, but huge compared to what she was used to.

A ragged breath escaped him as she slowly managed to roll the condom down his length. Once again, she was lifted. Wrapping herself around him, their moans filled the room as he eased his thickness into her.

Melissa could feel herself stretch to take him in regardless how wet shew was. Tightening her arms, she clutched around his neck. The tingling in her nipples increased while she moved her way down his chest. “Channing.” She looked into his eyes, forgetting what she wanted to say. All she wanted to do was kiss him. For once, she pushed away her insecurities and lost herself in his taste.

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Channing couldn’t describe the emotions that kept surging through him. For so long, he thought he’d never find the right woman. From the moment his vision captured Melissa walking toward him with her eyes closed, a smile on her face, he knew more than anything, she was meant for him.

He couldn’t explain it and didn’t even feel the need to. Nothing would keep them apart—not Ayden, not anyone. He didn’t live here, anyway. He traveled more than anything else, but with him being in the Alpha’s territory and Melissa being somehow connected to the pack, he needed permission. Now that was going to complicate things. His reputation wasn’t the best. But if all else failed, he hated to think what things would come to.

Tightness enveloped his cock as he buried himself deep inside of her. The feeling was so different than what he could remember. It could have been the condom, but he wasn’t sure. He’d never worn one before. It had been over five years since he’d last been with a woman. Even then, he’d never thought to wear one. There really wasn’t a point. He knew when women were infected, plus, it wasn’t like he could catch anything, anyway.

A groan came from his mouth as she started to rotate her hips up and move down his length. Channing sucked in a breath, praying for the strength to let him please her before he expired. “Melissa, slow.”

She looked up and immediately connected back with his lips. Her taste stole his sanity, made it impossible for him to think straight. Drinking her in, he hardly noticed that he’d somehow managed to get her on her back. He pulled back, looking at her wide eyes.

“Did I hurt you?”

“No, but how did you move so fast? I think you broke the frame of my bed.”

Searching through his memory, he couldn’t recall how they’d gotten there. He really should have fed before letting things get this far. He knew, more than anything, he would not be able to stop himself from tasting her completely before they were finished. Fire burned his throat just smelling her essence.

“I’ll buy you a new one. I’m sorry.”

“No, don’t worry about the bed.” She wrapped her legs around his waist, pushing him into her deeper. Wetness coated the protection. He looked down, annoyed with it. He wanted to feel her on his skin, not something separating them.

Small hands pulled at him, and he lowered, forgetting about everything. Their mouths connected, and he could feel himself begin to thrust faster. Sweet moans poured into his ears, and he put everything he had into bringing her pleasure. He wanted for her to never forget what he could bring her.

Tightness clutched around him, and Channing lost it. He could feel his fangs lower. The scent of her skin called to him, begged him to pierce the flesh they lingered on. Burying his face in her neck, heat raced through his eyes. He tried fighting it, but he knew he couldn’t battle the bloodlust he felt for the woman he knew was meant for him.

A cry accompanied by nails digging into his back were barely heard or felt as her flavor exploded over him. Flashes of her life, everything she ever had experienced, poured over him, and he went through them, desperate to know who this beautiful woman was. The need to understand her likes, dislikes, passions, hobbies, drove him into a frenzy of impatience. Memories blinded him. He could still feel his thrusts, still feel her clutched around him greedily as she tried to cope with the multiple orgasms associated with his bite.

Her last few days filtered through, and just when he thought he was almost done, he slowed a memory down. He stared at the man who had pulled her out of the water, watched as they yelled at each other. When time stilled and he felt her pull to the wolf, he wanted to yell out angrily. Cum shooting from his cock jerked him from his own thoughts, and he pulled back from her neck.

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