Page 39 of Claiming His Rejected Mate

I feel Kieran shift closer, the warmth of his presence brushing against me.

The air between us shifts. I can feel his gaze on me, the weight of it burning into my skin. My wolf stirs restlessly, her frustration and longing mingling in a way that makes my head spin. I can’t think. All I can feel is his heat, his desire, the pull to him.

“Why do you smell so fucking good?” he growls, almost as if he hates that being around me makes him feel like he can’t help himself.

I don’t know who moves first.

One moment, we’re standing inches apart, the tension between usthick and electric. The next, his lips are on mine, fierce and demanding, and I’m pulling him closer, my hands fisting in his shirt as if I can’t get close enough. As if being skin to skin is too far away from him.

The kiss is a storm, wild and consuming, and it’s all I can do to keep up. His hands grip my waist, pulling me flush against him as my heart races.

For a moment, nothing else matters. Not the sparring pit, not Eldon, not the endless web of conflicts that’s trapped us both. It’s just him and me, the fire between us burning away everything else.

Before I know it, my pants are off and his hands are delving inside my top. His big, strong hands roam all over me, burning a path as they explore my body. The urgency is not lost on me. It’s just like that night two years ago. We are carried by our bodies, driven by lust, fueled by passion, and excellent at triggering each other’s bodies.

Nothing compares to the way he stops kissing me just to trail his lips, tongue, and teeth, down my jaw, my neck and my chest. I’m moaning. It’s just us. The glass is soundproof. It’s the perfect opportunity to lose it all.

I fumble with his pants until they give, revealing his mouthwatering bulge. His musk is strong, calling to me.

I slide down, missing his mouth on me already. I pull his briefs down and his veiny length pulses before me. The urge to taste makes me heady and I give in, taking him in my mouth, sucking on the head, letting my tongue flex as I go up and down.

Kieran throws his head back and groans. His hand connects with my hair and grabs a fistful. Then he pushes me down. His cock makes it past the back of my mouth and down my throat. It fills me up completely, and my eyes roll to the back from just how good it feels having him pulse deep, deep down my throat.

He reaches down and takes a breast in his hand. He kneads, sending waves of electric pleasure through me. He slaps it softly, making my throat tighten around his cock, then he does it again and again. And again, keeping my face steady. I’m losing air. but all I can think about is feeling this throbbing cock in my pussy.

But he instead starts fucking my face until waves of pleasure makes my body shudder with an orgasm. He wastes no time, lifts me back tomy feet, wobbly and barely able to stand. He bends me over and plunges into me. I gasp, shocked by how maddeningly good he feels and relieved.

I can’t believe it’s been two years, and feeling him inside me still feels like the first time. Gibberish comes out of my mouth as he pumps into me.

The sparring is still ongoing. The grunts and shouts, our moans, Kieran’s labored breathing, it’s all doing so many things I don’t have words for to my body right now. And I hate how much I love it. I hate how great he makes my body feel. Because I want more.

I start matching his strokes until he grabs my hair and pulls me back. He whispers in my ear, “Don’t tell me what to do with my pussy.” The warmth of his breath distracts me from his words.

But I’m so close to the edge, so close to coming apart again. He reaches around and finds my clit.

I no longer have control of my body now, fulfilling every sexual dream I once wished I could have. Kieran grants me that wish. He groans, “Fuck Hazel. I’m cumming.”

And as if his words are a switch, my body shudders and cums all around his cock. The grip my pussy has on him milks him dry and gives me another orgasm as he fills me up.

I am lost in the throes of how he’s made my body feel when we hear footsteps down the hall and laughter accompanying them. The sounds snap me back to reality, as if I've just woken up from a dream.

We quickly dress.

“Fuck, that shouldn’t have happened,” I mutter as I zip up my pants, regret mixing with the delicious sensations still tingling on my skin. What was I even thinking, giving in to him that way? I am starting to act like a whore and it makes me resent Magnus all the more for sealing away my wolf. The heat takes over me like a puppet without control.

I notice Kieran’s eyes flash like he’s about to say something.

But then the door opens.

Chapter 12

Kieran

“Oh look, the prisoner is so embarrassed watching her ‘trainees’.”

“I bet she genuinely thought she had a chance.”

“This will be quick either way.”

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