Page 109 of Rejecting his Mate

There is a feral demand in the way he kisses me, an unapologetic need driving us both. This is lust and love, but also biology. Our wolves recognize we belong together, and the ferocity of his hands on me must beleaving bruises on my skin, but I don’t care. The little bites of pain are like an aphrodisiac, making my insides quiver even more.

He moves from my mouth, kissing along my jawline until he finds my neck. Sucking and licking around the mark, he keeps my hands over my head, so I’m completely at his mercy. I don’t feel scared or out of control, even if he is. I like how desperate he is, like he can’t wait to taste every inch of me.

He grinds his naked body against mine, the hardness of his cock making my pussy throb deliciously. I roll my hips, trying to find the friction I desperately crave as my clit throbs with every swipe over the mark. It isn’t enough. I need him inside me.

Cade isn’t ready to move on, though. He releases my hands and takes my breast between his fingers, bringing the nipple up to his mouth, swirling his tongue around it before sucking it.

A wolf as big as he is shouldn’t be able to be this gentle, but Cade is focused on my pleasure. He doesn’t want to hurt me, though he is rough with me too, letting his teeth skim over my nipple.

As he releases his hold on my hands, I lower them, tangling them in his hair, not sure if I want to pull him off my breast or force him to stay there. My pussy is throbbing as he takes his time laving both my breasts.

“Cade.” I whimper his name out through swollen lips that urge for more kisses.

He is too preoccupied with my tits, squeezing one even as he sucks on the other. I writhe beneath him as he nibbles and bites the soft skin, leaving more marks onme, claiming me with each of them. It feels as if he wants to show the world I am his, and my wolf is happy for him to do that.

I’m happy for him to do that too.

He pulls off my nipple, coming back to my mouth and kissing me as if he is drawing life from me. There is a desperation in the way he holds the back of my neck, pulling me tighter against him, sliding his tongue inside my mouth, and I meet him stroke for stroke.

I grip his shoulders, not entirely sure what I’m doing but letting my body and instincts lead me. Cade isn’t complaining, though, growling low in the back of his throat as he devours my mouth.

His fingers move tantalizingly lower down my stomach. My abdominal muscles ripple, the torment growing stronger as he strokes along my hip bone.

I grab his hand, guiding him to where I want him, which makes him laugh against my lips. “What a needy little wolf you are.”

“Touch me,” I tell him with a ragged breath, and he obliges, his fingers sliding between my folds, stroking through my wetness.

And I am wet, embarrassingly so, but Cade seems to like it. He stops stroking me and brings his wet fingers to his mouth, sucking them, and my heart stops.

Then he leans in, his breath warm against the side of my neck. “So wet for me, little wolf. Do you like how it feels?”

My pussy pulses at his words. “Yes. But I should probably tell you something.”

He presses against me, his cock nudging at myentrance, making my thoughts scatter in a thousand directions. “Tell me what?”

I suck in a breath, my hips lifting to try and push him inside me, but he moves along my slit, not sliding home like I want him to.

“Tell me what, Halle?” he repeats when I don’t answer.

I place a hand on his chest, gently stopping him from leaning into me further. Cade pulls back a little, a mask of confusion covering his face. “I’ve… I’ve never… You know?”

Clearly, he doesn’t know, because he stares at me blankly, and my face heats because now I’m going to have to tell him I’m a virgin.

I swallow hard, wondering whether he’ll be okay with my lack of experience.

He cups my face with his hands, a tender gesture among all the greedy desire he has shown. “Tell me.”

I can’t say the words, so I push the message through our new mating bond. Cade’s head tilts to the side as if he’s trying to listen before his eyes raise to meet mine, and I see a flash of possessiveness. Through our bond, I feel how much he likes this information.

“You’re not upset?”

Keeping hold of my face, he kisses every inch of my cheeks and mouth, and between those, he says, “Am I upset that I am the first one to be inside you? That I’ll be the only one ever inside you? No, little wolf, I am not upset. Do you know how crazy it drove me thinking that fuck had you before me?”

I stare at him, a mix of shock and something moreprimal warring inside me. My wolf likes that he wants to be the first, and his likes that he is.

His fingers tease at my folds again, stroking close to my clit, but that is not his destination. He slides one finger inside me, and it goes in easily, my wetness granting him easy passage as he pumps it in and out once, twice, three times before adding a second finger as his thumb toys with my clit.

My eyes roll shut as pleasure washes over me. I am addicted to him, needing more. He presses more scorching kisses along my throat before looking over the mark again, which makes my hips jerk.

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