Page 5 of Claiming His Rejected Mate

The sound of a whistle cuts through the air, signaling the end of the spar. But I barely notice. My heart is a wild drumbeat in my chest, the air thick with the electric charge between Kieran and me.

He’s so close now, his towering frame casting shadows over the patches of the setting sun filtering through the branches. My back presses against a tree, rough bark biting into my shoulders as his gaze pins me in place. This is going to be disastrous. I can’t…

“N-no,” I stutter, not sure what to say.

“Why are you running from this?” His voice is low, gravelly, laced with something raw that sends a shiver down my spine. “Do you not trust the Goddess?”

“I’m not running,” I shoot back, but the words feel weak. I amrunning from him, this connection, and the fire threatening to consume me whole. How would this even work? I leave my pack and join his? I give up everything I’ve known and loved just to be with him, even though our packs have not seen eye to eye in centuries?

“You feel it too,” he murmurs, his voice softer now, almost a plea. “Don’t tell me you don’t.”

My wolf stirs at his words, her presence filling me with heat and want. She doesn’t just feel it; she aches for it, for him. The tightness in my hips is growing more urgent. I can’t look away from his face. The perfect smooth arch of his brow. The dip of his scar. His straight nose. The bow of his lips. The fullness of them. I bite my own lip. I want those on my mouth. I want to leave little bites on them.

I swallow hard, my throat dry as my hands curl into fists at my sides. “It doesn’t matter what I think,” I say, though my voice trembles. “My wolf wants you.” I leave out that I, too, want to mount him like a stallion. My heart races in my chest, and not just because I’m standing before an Alpha.

Kieran growls low in his chest, a sound that vibrates through the air and straight into my core. The strong scent of desire between us is so thick and heady. All I can think about is running my hands into his luscious hair as he ravages my body.

My breasts feel heavier as if they have swollen in an instant. My nipples harden beneath my clothes. I am too shy to think of how turned on I am. I now understand why the other wolves will not shut up about meeting their Mate. This is nothing short of addicting. The tension. The awareness of mutual desire. It’s intoxicating.

His hand moves, his fingers brushing against my cheek, and the world tilts. Dissolves. Dissipates. It’s only us now, standing in the middle of the forest. Even the critters of the evening seem to pause their chirping just for this.

His breath is warm against my skin, and I lose all sense of the consequences of this.

The space between us disappears instantly, his lips crashing against mine. The kiss is fire and fury, a clash of dominance and submission that leaves me breathless. My wolf howls in triumph, her joy spilling over into every part of me.

I should push him away. I should tell him this is a mistake. Instead, my hands find his shoulders as I stand on the tips of my toes, gripping hard as I kiss him back with everything I have. It feels like I’ve been hungry for years, like I’ve been craving the particular spicy sweetness of his mouth all my life. And I never want to stop drinking it in.

His hands are everywhere—on my waist, my back, pulling me closer until there’s no space left between us. His heat seeps into me, chasing away every shred of doubt and hesitation. I belong here. This is meant to be.

He’s mine.

When his lips leave mine to trail down my neck, my breath hitches, and my nails dig into his skin. He lifts me like I weigh a feather, and my legs reflexively wrap around him. I feel the searing warmth of his hardness, and I know I am coated in slick in between my legs. The scent of pheromones mixes with the sheer ooze of his Alpha aura.

I’m in heaven, and my wolf is in paradise in his arms.

My hands snake into his hair, and my hips start to grind. I feel him smile against my lips. He presses me against the bark of the tree, and his hands start roaming down my chest. He cups my breasts, and they fill his hands so perfectly that I moan into his mouth. His warm hand kneads the cushion of my breast and sends warm tingles all over me.

I kiss him harder, feeling our teeth scrape against each other’s lips. He takes my bottom lip into his mouth and sucks.

Somehow, he manages to get harder, and I feel him throb. Needy. Aching. Without a word from him, I know what his body wants. What his body needs.

My wolf lets out her claws, and I run them down his back. I feel her howl, and I know she is tangled with his wolf in ecstasy. His growls into our kiss, and he presses harder against me. His hand goes over my hips and drags my pants down over my pert ass. He smacks once, and I feel his impatience spilling over in the intensity of his kiss.

He bites my bottom lip. I whine and yelp into his mouth, but he holds me steady as he maneuvers his pants off. He is naked below his waist now, and I feel the sheer size of his cock against my inner thigh. He’s already oozing, waiting for me.

I feel myself gush all over him where my hip meets his groin. We both can’t wait.

Sunset fades into twilight, and the cool evening breeze does nothing to ease the fire burning between us. I grind against him, teasing my clit, getting my slick all over him, as if marking my territory, as if making sure that every female that comes even within a mile of him knows that he belongs to me.

“What is your name?” he murmurs into my mouth.

“Hazel,” I breathe, feeling him adjust my hips so he is right at my slippery mound. I can’t breathe. My brain does not remember how to breathe.

The world pauses the second he says my name.

“Hazel,” he repeats, this time plunging his mouth onto mine at the same time he plunges his cock into me. I yelp out loud, and it turns into a moan. The sting of my hymen tearing to fit him courses through me, and then it immediately turns into the most mind-numbingly pleasurable thing I’d ever experienced.

“Fuck,” he hisses into my mouth. I hold his face steady and kiss him like my life depends on it. His strokes inside of me are calm and steady, easing all the way out before sliding all the way back in, his path lubricated by my juices.

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