Page 67 of Claiming His Rejected Mate

“What do you want, princess?”

Fuck, who knew I was into this? All these sweet names he’s coming up with seem to just get me wetter and make my wolf more excited. I nudge at his straining bulge.

His hand connects with my mound again, and he resumes teasing me, heightening my pleasure. Oh Goddess, I’m going to burst into flames if he doesn’t slide a finger into me right now.

“Please, fill me up. I need you filling and stretching me,” I blurt, crazed with need for him, delirious with the pleasures that’s rippling through me.

In the blink of an eye, his warm flesh is on my face and I hungrily take it, my hand wrapping around his girth, my lips already running along his shaft.

“Fuck, baby, do you see the effect you have on me? Only you can do that to me. Yes, baby, just like that,” he moans, and it is the best thing I’ve heard in my life.

I take him down my throat. I don’t stop when he hits the back. I keep wriggling until I feel him slide down, and it feels like he’s going to reach my stomach if I keep going.

He hisses and slides his finger into me. I’m full of him on both ends. My wolf can’t be happier. My body thrums with satisfaction. All I feel is the euphoria of being filled by my Mate. Nothing comes close. Nothing feels better.

I need this to last forever.

He fucks both my holes. I can’t breathe, I can’t think, I can’t use my hands. I’m just an object of pleasure in this moment. All of my problems melt away with each thrust, each finger sliding into me, each flick of my clit, each time he kneads my breasts with his free hand.

I’m in heaven. And I never want to get out.

Before long, I’m squirting all over the maps and reports, I’m cuming all over his fingers, sucking them in, clenching and pulsingaround the two of them. I feel his cock harden even more. He’s about to cum and the excitement from that makes me cum again.

“You’re gonna fucking milk me dry, Hazel,” he says. He tightens in my throat and soon enough, he’s spurting pumps of his seed into me.

I cannot be happier in this moment.

He pulls out of me, and some of him dribbles over my face. He pulls me up by my neck and hair and kisses me.

It is sloppy and wet. Our tongues and lips are greedy for each other. My hands is wrapped around his neck as he lifts me so that I am spread before him, his cock, hard again, teasing the entrance of my pussy.

He doesn’t stop kissing me when he slides in slowly, all the way to his groin. He fills me up so completely I moan into his mouth. He fucks me, slow and steady, sucking on my tongue, his hand clasped on my breasts. I feel the waves of an orgasm again. And I know how close he is by the way he pulls me into him. He pulls away from me and buries his face in my neck, right over where the deal was placed.

Suddenly, I bristle. I’m aware of what is about to happen. Something inside me resists, panic slipping in beneath the haze of desire.

“Kieran,” I gasp, pressing my hands against his chest.

He stills immediately, his breath ragged. “What’s wrong?”

I shake my head, my pulse thundering. “Not...not like this.”

His jaw tenses, his grip on my waist loosening as he sets me back on my feet. His hands stay on my hips, his thumbs tracing slow circles.

I look up at him, my chest rising and falling in uneven breaths. “I-I can’t…we can’t…you can’t mark me. Not yet.”

His expression flickers—something close to hurt flashing in his eyes before he schools his features.

I search his face, looking for anger, disappointment. I don’t find it.

Just understanding. Guilt.

He blames himself.

“You don’t trust this,” he says, and it’s not a question.

I swallow hard. “I don’t trust you.”

I can feel the tension rolling off him, pressing down on him like a boulder. His scent—cedar and embers—lingers in the air, familiar and grounding in a way I don’t want to acknowledge.

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