Page 43 of Forsaking His Mate

But Abel isn’t his father and I am able to calm him through the mating bond. We used both Hester’s magic and the bond to stop him from turning feral during the last two full moons, but we’re working toward me calming him only with our bond.

My thoughts scatter as Abel comes to my side, dipping low so he can press his mouth to mine.

The kiss is soft and yet possessive, a claiming mark that tells me I’m his. I am.

Completely.

He moved into my cabin. The view is better from here, and I love looking over the lake. It’s also bigger than his and we need the space. Slowly, we’ve been making it our own, adding personal touches and flowers to the frontage.

“I’ll always show you a good time,” he rumbles as he straightens.

He’s not lying. He’s amazing in bed and he knows it. Maybe it’s the mating bond, but when I’m with him like that, I feel so connected, so in love with him. The way he plays my body is incredible.

“I like the sound of that,” I say, pulling back fromthe kiss. My fingers trail over his skin, needing to touch him. I always need to be touching him.

His hand moves to cup my breast through my sweater, and my skin heats. I can feel the arousal down the mating bond, making my pussy throb with need. “You’re wearing too many clothes,” he complains.

“So are you.”

Abel grabs my hand and pulls me to my feet. I go willingly, dropping the blanket on the chair as he leads us into the warmth of the cabin. As soon as the door is shut behind us, he grabs the hem of my sweater and tugs it over my head. My tee follows, leaving me in just my bra. Slowly, as if savoring the moment, he peels the cups off my breasts, revealing my hard nipples.

The heated look in his eyes doesn’t surprise me. I’m sure it’s reflected in my own. “Beautiful,” he murmurs before dropping to his knees in front of me and tugging my nipple between his teeth.

I suck in a breath as warmth pools in my belly. My fingers run through his hair, urging him to keep going.

He does, sending spasms of pleasure through my body.

“Abel…” I gasp his name as a shiver rolls up my spine.

“I’ve got you, baby,” he tells me as he moves to my other nipple and latches his mouth around it. The breath in my lungs stutters, and I have to grip him tighter to ground myself.

Abel releases the sensitive bud with a popping sound before he stands. He towers over me, and I have to lift my eyes to meet his. I feel his love for me radiating through the bond, and I push that same emotion back at him as he shoves my yoga pants and panties down mylegs. I step out of them, struggling to get free as they cling to my calves.

Abel's movements are needy, and his hands are sure as he bares me to him. His mouth latches on to mine as his fingers slip through my folds to skim over my clit. He walks us back into the bedroom, still exploring my pussy as he does.

Carefully, he lowers me onto the mattress and parts my thighs before diving between my legs. I can feel my orgasm building as he eats me like he’s been starving for me. His grunts and groans are turning me on as much as the flattening of his tongue against my clit.

I cling to the sheets as if it is a life raft tossed into tumultuous waters, and when his fingers push inside my body, my hips come off the bed. Every inch of me is heated and trembling; I can feel his pleasure and excitement through the mating bond as he finger-fucks me to climax.

Stars explode behind my eyes as I go over the edge. My pussy squeezes tightly, contracting around his digits. As my orgasm starts to ebb, Abel places his fingers in his mouth, still soaked with my wetness, and sucks them clean.

I bite my bottom lip, wondering how I ever felt happy without him. My life feels split into two parts: before Abel and after Abel.

My thoughts scatter as he leans over the bed, his hands on either side of my body, the mattress dipping as he steals a kiss from me. His hard body surrounding me affects me in a way nothing else could. Love and warmth wash through me as his tongue tangles with mine, and his scent surrounds me, my body craving more.

“Fuck me,” I beg as his mouth leaves mine and trails down my neck.

“As my mate commands,” he murmurs.

Straightening from the bed, he undoes his jeans. The way he pops the button open has my eyes turning molten, and the ripple of his muscles as he moves makes my mouth water. I watch him strip out of his clothes, and when his cock is free, my gaze is instantly drawn to it.

He’s thick, smooth, and long, with a dark thatch of hair at the root. And all mine.

Abel stops at the edge of the bed and pulls me to him, my ass hanging over the edge, before sliding the tip of his cock inside me. I close my eyes, drawing in a breath as he slowly pushes forward, stretching me as he fills me up. I can feel him trembling as he tries to control himself, his fingers leaving indentations in my skin as he grips my thighs, spreading them wide enough to accommodate him.

I keep my eyes shut as that exquisite pinch of pain morphs into a feeling of fullness as he presses deeper. I can imagine how I must look, spread out on the bed, his cock disappearing inside my body inch by delicious inch. I dig my nails into my palms as he bottoms out, pinned by his thickness, gladly unable to move as he holds me in place. His hand runs over my stomach, just inches over the strip of dark hair that leads to my pussy.

“You were made for me, Tessa,” he says, emotion thick in his words.

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