Page 34 of Sold Bullied Mate

Her breasts roll with the movement, and the sight of it makes me fuckinghungryfor them. I meant what I said about taking my time next time—touching every part of her. I want to know every curve, every freckle, where she’s ticklish, how to drive her mad.

But right now, my reality is focused on the point of contact between us, and creating friction, pressure, already feeling my cock starting to swell inside her. In the past, with betas and other women, it’s been an issue.

Not with Kira. I fit inside her snugly, and when I start to grow, she accommodates me. My knot forms readily, bulging inside her until I couldn’t pull out even if I wanted to. I continue to move, body taking over control, and Kira lets out a noise of pleasure, arching her back.

When her walls squeeze against me, I come undone, releasing inside her and gasping at the feeling, so right, to have my mate against me like that. Her body under mine. Together, merged.

The pleasure hits a dizzying height and before I know what I’m doing, I’ve leaned over, grazed my teeth over her neck, and applied the slightest pressure, the urge to bite her nearly making me faint.

“Do it,” she whines, her fingers grasping at my back, and so I do, sinking my teeth into her neck, groaning at how exquisite it is. She gasps at the pain, but I know it quickly melts into pleasure, our bodies writhing together, straddling the line between suffering and delight.

The moment my teeth leave her skin, I’m pulling back, looking at her face. My knot is still inside her, pressing against her pelvic bone, but I’m finished. She’s soft beneath me, still gasping for air.

Wordlessly, I maneuver our bodies. I’m still inside her—my knot won’t start to release for a while—so we stay flush as I roll us onto our sides, her leg thrown over my hip.

“Here,” I say, knowing how gruff my voice is. Her eyes widen when I stretch out, offering my own neck back to her.

“Dorian,” she breathes, eyes flicking up to meet mine. “Are you sure?”

I nod, throat bobbing. In fact, I’ve never wanted anything more than for Kira to claim me back, to mark me with her teeth, to solidify the mating bond we always knew existed between us.

Slowly, tenderly, as though afraid to hurt me, she opens her mouth. When she swipes her tongue over the sensitive skin there, I jerk, my cock twitching inside her, and she groans at the sensation. I have never been closer to another person than I am now, and the pleasure erupts through my body as she bites down, breaking the skin and releasing a flood of hormones through my body.

If we hadn’t just finished, I’d be ready to take her now.

Instead, we lay quietly, still hooked at the hip, our new reality settling in. We’re mated, and marked to one another, and nobody knows that information besides the two of us. Soon, I’ll announce it to the pack, shout from the rooftops that she belongs to me.

But for now, I’m content to stay here in this bed, the two of us cocooned away from the world.

I don’t realize I’m speaking until Kira shifts, her eyes meeting mine.

“I’m sorry about what happened with your parents.” My voice is rough, unfinished, and I try to clear my throat, but I fear I’m only making it worse.

She sighs, looking up at the wall above us, breathing deeply for a moment. It’s hard for me to keep my eyes off of her body, to keep myself from trailing my fingers over her bare breasts again.

“It’s okay,” she finally says. “They’ve kind of … always been like that.”

“I can banish them from the pack,” I say, and I’m only half joking. I would do whatever it took to make Kira happy here.

She laughs. “No—that’s okay. I know it’s weird, and maybe hard to understand but…it’s like, no matter how hard it is with them, I still end up wanting them, you know? Especially my mom. When I was a kid, Dad was working all the time and it was just the two of us at home. I know she wanted a career, to do something more meaningful than just raising me, but it wasn’t really like that, back then, for women in the pack. Especially the ones with children.”

I nod, remembering what it was like before my grandfather took over, and even for many years after. It took a long time to get people to change their minds here.

“I get it,” I say, finally, managing to get something out. We should talk more—about her parents, about this entire situation. About the fact that I’m still tucked neatly into her body, and that we’ve marked each other, placing our first official claim on this mating bond.

But I’m tired, and content, and when her breathing starts to level out, her body relaxing into sleep, I find it far too easy to let myself drift away, too, my mate wrapped safely in my arms.

As I do, my dreams filtering in and out of my mind, I find one word repeating again and again, like a song, a chant. A prayer.

Mine, mine, mine.

Chapter 22 - Kira

The first thing I notice the next morning is that I’m in Dorian’s bed, alone. His side of the mattress, where his body was last night as he pulled me into him, is cold. Nausea rushes through me and I sit up, head spinning, instantly regretting everything we did last night.

It’s stillveryearly, the sun only barely coming in through the windows outside. When I glance to the left, I can see it just starting to peek through the mesas in the distance, washing over the red landscape in a golden ooze.

He didn’t even wake me up to say goodbye.

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