Page 49 of Protected By Her Mate

His hands are shaking as they land on my waist, gripping me. I feel his determination to push me away, but he doesn’t. “Be serious, Charlie. You can’t say shit like that to me unless you mean it. I might appear be civilized, but I’m still a shifter.”

“I mean it.”

“But…”Wasn’t she just pissed at me?

Catching his thought, I counter, “Have you heard of hate sex?”

“I don’t hate you.”

I run my finger up his chest and wrap my arm around his neck, leveraging myself further up his body, the peaks of my nipples scraping him through the damp towel. “Have you heard of make-up sex, Lennox?”

Fuck it, I can’t take any more.

Heat sizzles through me as I hear his surrender.

He tears the towel away, throwing it behind him, then picks me up and drops both of us onto the bed, crushing my lips beneath his, taking my mouth with more passion than I’ve ever experienced.

I cling to him because it’s all I can do to ride out the storm of his passionate longing, digging my nails into his shirt to anchor myself as his tongue battles with mine, his teeth forcing my mouth wider. When I’m not fast enough to give him what he wants, he grips my wet hair at the back of my neck and drags my head back.

The gentleman is gone, replaced by an untamed beast.

His lips trail down my throat, licking and biting, and his hands are on my skin and hair, his tongue on every inch of skin he can reach. It feels like he’s everywhere at once.

Wanting some control, I wiggle my hands between us and try to unbutton his shirt, but my shaking fingers refuse to comply. Lennox pushes my hands aside, grips his shirt and tears. Buttons fly everywhere and I let out a breathless laugh.

He slams his mouth over mine, swallowing my laughter.

I moan, clinging to him as he takes my mouth on another fierce journey, sweeping his tongue against mine, taking everything.

For the first time, I willingly delve into his head, instinctively seeking the part of him that wants me with such unparalleled passion. I find it easily as that part of his brain is lit up like a fourth of July fireworks parade.

I don’t have time to marvel at my burgeoning telepathic abilities though as he soon distracts me from my thoughts with stinging bites trailing from my lips down my neck to my breasts.

He returns again and again to ravage my mouth like a starving man might fall upon a plate piled high with all of his favourite foods.

His hands capture mine and he drags them over my head, pinning me down to give him better access.

He pulls a nipple into his scorching hot mouth, dragging a shriek from me as he sucks so hard I wonder if he’ll leave a bruise. He bites down, pulling another shout from me, before moving to my other nipple.

I can’t work out if he’s worshipping me or torturing me. It’s too much, but not enough either. My body is restless as he releases a river of fire beneath my skin and refuses to quench it.

“I will,” he growls against my breast.

He drags his lips down my torso, delving into my bellybutton, licking and biting the skin of my belly, mapping everything as he moves, as if he knows this is it. This is the only time he’ll have complete and unfettered access to my body and he has to make the most of it.

I push the thought away, refusing to examine whose brain it came from.

As if echoing my thoughts, he mutters, “Stay with me, love.”

Love.

Love!

The word lights up in my brain and I’m consumed by flames once more.

As he explores my pelvic region with his mouth, his fingers bite into the flesh of my hips. He settles between my thighs and I only have a split second to register what he’s about to do as he attacks with his tongue in the same way he attacked my mouth, sweeping through my folds in a frantic tasting.

“Oh… god!” I gasp, bucking my hips and clinging to the blankets beneath me.

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