Page 24 of Betrayed Bullied Mate

“You bullied me because you liked me,” I deadpan, staring at him, unbelieving. Remembering his ruthlessness, there’s just no way it’s true.

“Yes,” he says, pained, lifting his head so his lips are just a breath away from mine. “I hated myself, but I never hated you. You were always there, constantly, in the back of my head.”

“You felt it. Prom night.”

“Of course I felt it.”

“But you rejected me anyway.”

“And I will do anything to make up for it, Linnea.”

“Anything?” I ask, my body thrumming, my head light, full of the scent of him. He meets my eyes, his pupils so wide and dark it’s like they’re swallowing me whole. As softly as I can, I press my hips against his, feeling his erection against me, harder and bigger than I imagined in my dream. He hisses, and I feel it against my lips. His are so close.

“Anything,” he says, then he leans forward and takes my lips with his.

Chapter 13 - Aris

Finally, finally, finally.

I bring my hands up to the sides of Linnea’s face, my thumbs tracing over her cheeks, my entire body brimming with joy at the fact that I’m finally getting my hands on this woman. I can’t believe I waited so long.

Pushing forward, I push my hips into hers and tip her head back, swiping my tongue against her lips. She groans, opening her mouth for me, and I take the opportunity to slip my tongue into her mouth, sliding it sensually against hers.

She gives as good as she takes, and soon, we’re both breathing heavily at the feeling of our tongues sliding against each other’s, a precursor to everywhere else I want to touch and taste her. I move my hands down her stomach, just brushing against the sides of her breast, hooking my thumbs in the waistband of her leggings, pulling her even closer to me.

Linnea grinds her hips into mine and slips her hands under the hem of my shirt, running her nails over my back. It immediately drives me crazy, which was clearly her goal, because I catch her smirking at me.

In a smooth movement, I lift her up so she can hook her legs around my waist, setting her down on the counter next to the microwave. My body hums blissfully, happy with the increase in contact, in how her entire torso is now pressed against mine. Growling against her smooth skin, I dip my head, kissing down her neck.

She falls back for me, tipping her head back and giving me full reign of her neck, which is smooth and smells faintly of vanilla. I trace her collarbone with my nose and drink in every square inch of her skin.

My hands are moving and grasping, trying to find another area I haven’t held yet. I squeeze her thighs, cup her ass, and flatten my hands against her back. When I open my eyes and catch the speckling of freckles across her face, I’m reminded of that first kiss ages ago, on prom night.

I remember noticing those freckles and wanting to kiss them. But that would have been too tender then, too revealing of my feelings for her. I kiss them now, pecking each one on her cheeks as my hand kneads the inside of her thigh, slipping closer to her core. I drop my head back down to her neck, sucking and kissing like it’s my last chance.

“Fuck,” I whisper against her pulse point, nipping at it and making her gasp. I smell the blood there, pumping through her body, and I wonder if the reason people get blood-bonded is because being near the other person is ecstasy.

Linnea whimpers and slides closer to me, cinching her legs tighter around my waist, grinding her hips against my erection.

The wolf’s instinct tells me she’s ready, that I should throw her on the bed and get my cock in her as soon as possible, but I push against it. This is the first time I’m ever taking my mate to bed, and I’m going to make it good for her. I want her to be crazy with desire before I finally give her what she wants.

I pick her up off the counter, carrying her effortlessly over to the bed and throwing her down. I stare down at her, looking up at me, her hair pulled free of its hair tie, and I wonder when I did that. I don’t even remember taking it out, but her curls are wild and loose, spreading out on the bed as I climb over her, forcing her to lay back against the pillow.

“You have no idea how long I’ve waited to do this,” I say, grabbing the hem of her shirt and pulling it up over her head. She inhales sharply as I trace my nose along the top of her bra, leaving a trail of kisses. I reach around behind her and deftly unhook her bra, finally getting her tits free.

“I think I might have some idea,” she breathes, her hand drifting south, just barely brushing over my cock, making it jump violently. I reach down and grab her hand, bringing it back up and pinning it over her head.

“Don’t,” I say, shaking my head against her chest and reveling in her moan as I take her nipple in my mouth. I alternate between pinching her nipple with my tongue and drawing as much of her breast into my mouth as I can. She whimpers and writhes beneath me, but I don’t release her hands, bringing my free palm up to her other breast, massaging it and pinching the nipple between my fingers.

“Please, Aris,” she gasps, as I move my mouth to her other breast, switching hands so I can continue my double assault. I like having her pinned up like this, knowing I’m in complete control.

“Please, what?” I ask, releasing her nipple from my mouth and kissing down her stomach, finally letting her wrists go free.

“Just—” she cuts off as I reach her navel, gasping as I suck and kiss. My cock is the hardest it's ever been in my life, and I can smell her arousal around me, pulling me in.

I hook my thumbs in her leggings and pull them down, grinning at her as she reaches down desperately, helping me get her pants and underwear off in record time. She tosses them to the floor, opening her legs to me impatiently.

“Aris—” she starts again, and I press my mouth to her, silencing her effectively. I wish I could do this every time she starts to talk back to me. I glance up, seeing her head tip back, her curls spreading out obscenely over her tits, just covering her nipples as I start to lick and suck, exploring her.

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