Page 68 of Rejected By The Alpha Heir

She’s mine. Forever and always. My mate.

Our kisses grow more heated, and I can feel my wolf stirring within me, brimming with possessiveness and desire for our mate.

My hands roam over Yelena's body, memorizing every curve and dip. She moans against my lips, her nails digging into my back as she pulls me closer.

I break the kiss to trail hot kisses down her neck, nipping at her skin lightly. She shivers, and I smile against her neck.

My hand slides under her shirt, feeling the warmth of her soft skin. Yelena twitches and squirms under my touch, and I growl softly in response.

"I need you, mate," I whisper against her skin, trailing kisses back up to her lips. "I need you right now."

Her eyes are dark with desire as she nods. I watch as she reaches for both of our wine glasses, carefully setting them aside.

I stand, pulling us toward the bedroom. We stumble into the bed, our kisses growing more desperate with each step.

Once we reach the bed, I give Yelena a gentle shove, forcing her on her back onto the pillows.

I lower myself onto Yelena, my body pressing against hers as our lips crash together again. Her hands slide under my shirt, caressing my back and tracing the lines of my muscles.

Her body arches and grinds against mine, hungry for more contact.

I reach between us, allowing my fingers to find the edge of her shirt, and I pull it over her head, exposing her bare skin. She gasps softly as I continue to kiss lower, my hands exploring every curve.

Now that we’ve both accepted and cemented our bond, our bodies seem to instinctively move in perfect sync. It’s like the bond pulsing between us is helping drive us together.

I smile down at her, taking in her beauty. Somehow, in the years we were apart, she seems to have grown even more beautiful.

When I take a nipple into my mouth, she gasps, and her hands find their way to my hair.

The desire rising through our bond is powerful, even my wolf howls within me, eager to claim our mate.

I continue my path down her stomach, pressing little kisses to her skin before I hook my fingers into the waistband of her pants and tug.

She helps, lifting her hips to allow me to slide them off. As soon as she’s free, I kiss my way back up her leg, spreading her thighs wide as I reach her center.

Her pussy glistens before me, perfectly pink and already soaked.

I lean forward, brushing my nose against her clit. She gasps and whimpers, arching her back to press herself closer to me.

“Is this what you want, my love?” I growl, licking her.

She whimpers again, moaning as I taste her and savor her sweetness. When I tease her, dipping my tongue between her folds, she squirms and moans. She reaches for me, as desperate for more contact as I am.

But I refuse to be rushed. We have years to make up for. Instead, I slow down and grip her thighs. Holding her in place, I slowly lick her, sucking on her clit until she’s gasping for release.

Only when she is writhing beneath me, her breath coming in short pants, and her fingers tangled in the sheets, do I let up and slide two fingers into her.

She’s drenched, and I can feel her pussy walls clench tightly around me as I bring her closer to completion.

“You feel so good, baby,” I murmur as I curl my fingers inside her while teasing her clit with my tongue.

Yelena moans loudly and thrashes on the bed.

“That’s it. You’re so close, aren’t you? Come for me, beautiful,” I whisper before I suck her clit between my lips.

She cries out, and her orgasm crashes over her. Her pussy contracts around my fingers as her release drenches my hand.

I quickly shed my clothing and lay beside her, propping myself up with a pillow. She looks over at me with a slow smile.

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