Page 63 of Rejected and Regretted

A V R I L

It all happenedtoo fast for me to process it rationally. One second, I was listening to Koen’s emotional declaration - the next, my mouth was on his as my feelings took over.

I was running on nothing but raw desire and raging passion as he carried me up the stairs to the top floor of the packhouse, my legs wrapped around his waist and arms around his neck. As soon as he set me down, we began tearing at each other’s clothes before we even reached his room. Without breaking our kiss, my fingers quickly undid the remaining buttons of his half-open dress shirt, eagerly running up and down his bare stomach. In response, he briefly pulled away to lift my sweatshirt over my head, tossing it aside before hungrily resuming where we left off.

Half-naked, Koen picked me up again and walked into his room, sloppily closing the door however he could without letting go of me. Unceremoniously, he laid me over his luxurious king-sized bed, taking his mouth off of mine to start kissing every inch of my skin. I ravished each second as his lips traveled down my chin, neck, shoulders, around my breasts, and down my belly. With ease, he unzipped my jeans, leaving me in only my underwear before proceeding to remove his own pants.

Kneeling between my legs in his boxers, he suddenly hit the brakes. His eyes roamed over me as he panted, all of his urgency gone. I waited, stretched out on the mattress beneath him, anticipating his next move over the drumming of my heartbeat. With gentle affection, he leaned down, intertwining his left hand with my right while the other traced the bandages on my arm.

His unexpected gesture sent a chill down my spine. Reality pierced through the blur of lust, and I instinctively withdrew my arm. I hadn’t hesitated to strip naked in front of him, but I couldn’t risk him seeing my mark.

A sigh escaped his lips as he redirected his fingers to cup my chin, gently encouraging me to meet his gaze. “One day,” he began, drawing closer, “I hope you’ll trust me enough to show me all of you, including your scars.”

Koen's glance flickered to my bandages, causing my heart to skip a beat as I remembered the lie I had told him. A wave of guilt washed over me, but it quickly subsided as I listened to his next words. “But for now, I’m content that you trust me enough to do this.” And with that, he carefully pressed his mouth back to mine.

My former mate’s sweet taste slowly washed away the bitterness of guilt, reigniting the fire within me. Goosebumps erupted across my skin as his hands thoroughly explored my curves, while my fingers traced the contours of his muscular body, feeling each muscle flex with his slightest movement.

For once, I didn’t feel sinful. My mind was fully focused on what it wanted, and I wanted - no, I craved -him. Embracing the truth, I grasped the waistband of his boxers and pulled them down, freeing his erection. He groaned against my mouth in relief before turning his attention to my underwear, tearing it away with a couple precise slashes of his claws.

A moan escaped me as he seized one of my breasts, giving it a firm squeeze. Heat consumed me, my body arching into him asI yearned for more contact between us. At that moment, I felt his dick twitch against my pelvis, and I didn’t hesitate to wrap my fingers around him. My touch drew a gasp from him, his head falling back in pleasure as our kiss broke once more.

As I began stroking his hard length, he reached between my legs, sliding two fingers between my folds. I cried out as he teased my clit, moving my own thumb to circle his crown, rubbing his pre-cum all over it. I couldn’t take the burning within me any longer. We were both hot, wet, and ready - I longed to feel him inside me.

“Koen,” I called out to him, hoping it would be enough for him to understand what I needed.

“Say it,” he replied. “I need to know that this is what you really want.”

“Fuck,” I complained, groaning. Did he really have to hear me say it?

To hell with it.

“I want you,” I panted, “to fuck me.”

“Shit, Avril,” he hissed. “I’ll give you what you want.”

Eager to fulfill my request, he lowered himself. I helped position his cock at my entrance before letting it go, bracing myself for him to plunge into me, and he delivered. With a single thrust, he slid all the way inside of me. Waves of electricity shot through me, my pussy pulsing around him as he stretched me, forcing me to accommodate him. A cry of ecstasy broke through my mouth, and my fingers dug into his biceps.

After an impossibly long moment, he began to move. As if probing me, he would nearly withdraw before slowly pushing all the way back in, each motion excruciatingly slow. I shifted beneath him, thrusting my hips to meet his. On the brink of madness, I felt like I was about to catch fire - I needed him faster, deeper.

Yet, as if to provoke me, he stopped completely, ripping a whine from me.

“Am I hurting you?” he asked, to my disbelief.

I had to blink a few times. “No,” I answered, biting my lip. “But you’re killing me with how slow you’re moving.”

A sheepish smile curled onto his lips. “Sorry. I’m kind of new to this, so bear with me," he said, trying to play it off.

He started moving again, lowering his head to trail kisses along my collarbone, but confusion prevented me from ignoring his confession. “What do you mean? Didn’t you and Nerine-”

“I never felt attracted to her,” he cut me off the second I mentioned her name, as if he didn’t want to be reminded of her - not now. “The only woman I ever wanted to be with…” Thrusting in once more, he interrupted his sentence to let out a groan. Planting a kiss on my neck, he concluded, “Was you.”

A while ago, I would have doubted him. Yet, after everything he had been telling me these days, his statement wasn’t as shocking as it probably should have been. It was, however, strangely exciting. Kea growled possessively inside my head, satisfied to know we were his first. And the thought made me even hotter.

At last, Koen started picking up the pace, taking my mind off of our brief conversation completely, until all I could concentrate on was us. I closed my eyes, and every sensation was immediately heightened. The sound of our bodies clashing echoed in my ears, driving me to madness. I was getting close when he began losing speed again, and I realized that something was wrong.

Opening my eyes, I glanced at the wound on his side. It wasn’t bleeding, but if he kept it up, I was afraid his recent stitches might open. Knowing full-well he would protest if I questioned him about it, I simply used my strength to flip us, climbing on top of him instead.

Koen’s eyes glowed intensely, denouncing his hunger as I pinned him down. “For an omega, you do seem to like being in control,” he teased.

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