Page 6 of Claiming His Rejected Mate

I hold on tight to him, sensing the urgency building inside me. It tingles all the way from my scalp to my toes. My legs are hooked on the small of his back.

He does not go faster or slower. It's the same pace. Over and over again. He’s driving me up the wall, sending me to places I never knew were possible. The pleasure is making me lose control of my body.

At this point, I’m barely holding on. The only reason I am held up is from the steady support of his hand on my hip and the tree behind me.

Then he slides all the way out, and I hear an agonized scream escape my throat. What a needy bitch I’ve become. And I love it. I love this new animal that I am.

He lifts me up so that I am balancing my hands on his head and my legs are wrapped around his face. His mouth connects with my wetness and I struggle to stay upright. His tongue is magic, playing with mybean and sliding into my hole. I’m a whimpering, leaking mess as I feel my orgasm crash into me. I leak all over him, and my wolf howls in delight. Fuck he felt good. Fuck, my mate knows how to fuck.

I can’t think another word as he slides me back down and now, starts fucking me in earnest.

“Good girl,” he says when I tighten around his girth again. That rich baritone of his is like a trigger. I am cumming all over him again.

“Goddess, I’m losing my mind.”

“Hold on, not just yet.”

His muscles tense and I know he is going to cum soon. So, I wait for him, holding my breath, holding out, biting down on my lip. Then I feel it. I feel him. He swells inside me, and I know he is going to fill me with his seed.

He kisses me then and lets go, pulsing and pumping into me as he cums.

“Now,” he orders, and my body obliges, spasming in his arms.

His teeth graze the sensitive spot where a Mate mark would go, and my entire body shudders in response.

“Kieran,” I whisper, my voice barely audible over the rush of blood in my ears.

He freezes, his breath warm against my skin. “Say it again,” he growls, his tone rough and full of need.

“Kieran,” I repeat, louder this time, the name tasting strange and familiar all at once. “My Mate. My Alpha.” The very words sound like treason, but I am too lost in the euphoria of what has just happened to care.

He pulls back just enough to meet my gaze, his blue eyes blazing with something primal, something that sends a thrill racing through me.

“You’re mine,” he says, the words a declaration, a promise, a challenge.

My wolf agrees, but a flicker of doubt seeps into my thoughts. This is moving too fast. It’s too intense. My wolf may trust him, but I’m not ready to hand over everything, to leave everything that I’ve known all my life—not yet.

I press a hand against his chest, feeling the steady beat of his heartbeneath my palm. “We can’t,” I murmur, though my voice lacks conviction.

His brow furrows, confusion flashing across his features. “Why not?”

“Because I’m not ready,” I admit, my words trembling but firm. “Not like this. Not yet.”

For a moment, he doesn’t move, his expression unreadable. Then he nods. He pulls out of me, and I immediately miss him. He lowers me to the ground and doesn’t let go till he is sure I’m steady, then steps back slightly, though the heat between us doesn’t dim.

“Take your time,” he says as he dresses himself, his voice low but steady. “But don’t think I’m letting you go.”

Before I can respond, my name tears through the air. “Callister! Where the hell are you?” It’s Rhyne, my troop leader, his tone sharp and impatient. My stomach sinks as reality crashes back in.

I pull away from Kieran, my hands shaking as I try to smooth my disheveled appearance. He doesn’t stop me, but his gaze lingers, heavy and full of unspoken words. I scramble to get dressed as I take one step away from him after the other.

I nod, regret filling me, turning on shaky legs and heading back toward the arena. My wolf expresses her disapproval of the distance, but I ignore her. My heart still pounds, my lips still tingling from his kisses, and my wolf’s satisfaction hums like a low drumbeat in my chest.

The moment I step back into the clearing, the noise of the crowd hits me like a wave. Cheers and jeers echo across the arena, the next match already in full swing.

And then I see my father, Magnus Callister, standing on the elevated platform overlooking the pit, his sharp gaze sweeping the crowd. When his eyes land on me, they narrow, his lips pressing into a thin line.

Disappointment. That’s all I see. That’s all I ever see.

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