Page 98 of Claiming His Rejected Mate

“You don’t have to tell me twice,” I say before I seize her lips in mine, kissing her with all the fervor my wolf has craved, with all the passion we have lost to the years, with all the intensity that we have stored in our bodies. It all breaks loose in that kiss.

I carry her to the bed, lowering her onto the soft sheets. I pull back and look at her. Her face is flushed and her hair is messy. Her eyes are hooded and darkened with her need for me. Her wolf flashes amber in her eyes, and my wolf responds with a growl, needing her, seeing her.

But we must be patient.

I take her dress off, one strap after the other, watching her shrug them down, watching her neck line lower to reveal her breasts. They are full against her chest, rounded to a dusty peach point that makes my mouth water. I want to dive for her neck, where her pulse is in a frenzy. I want to trail kisses from her neck all down to her chest and the rest of her body, I want to feel her arch into my mouth.

But I wait, pulling the dress down as she shimmies out of it. Then it is just her, in her forest green lace panties, on my bed, looking better than anything I could have dreamed, better than anything I deserve.

My eyes trail back up to her siren face. A smile teases her lips, and her hands move to roam all over her body.

“Fuck, Hazel,” I groan as my cock throbs with a mad ache between my legs. I do not grant myself the same patience or courtesy when I tear my clothes off of my body. Hazel’s breath intensifies now as her hands go lower, and lower down her body.

“Mine,” I growl and lower myself onto her. She wraps her armsaround me and pulls me in as our lips crash. My hard throbbing cock rests between her thighs and she grinds against it. needing it.

I take my kisses from her delicious mouth, to her jaw, down to her neck. I rest there, sucking on her soft flesh, feeling her pulse flutter and race, feeling her hands run down my back when I graze her skin with my teeth, feeling her want me more and more. Then down to her chest. I do not hesitate in taking her breast sin my mouth, sucking them whole, fitting as much as I can into my mouth. She cries out, pressing my head into her chest, her hips grinding against me with an impatience that makes me even harder for her.

I want to feel her slick, taste her wetness, feel her warmth envelope me, cushion me…make me feel alive.

I go from one breast to the other, until she is a whimpering mess of need. Then I trail lower down her belly, feeling her muscles quiver with my touch. I take small portions of her flesh and suck on them. Her legs are restless, wrapping around me, digging into the mattress, pressing on my shoulder, needing me to go lower.

I pull up and look at her. “Use your words, my angel. Tell me what you want.”

She shakes her head when I go back down, teasing her, giving her little nips and bites all over her belly until she blurts it out.

“Please, please, eat me out, eat me clean. Please, I need to feel your tongue,” she whimpers and whines, grinding her hips into my chest.

I smile against her belly and kiss her before I descend to her groin.

“That’s my baby,” I say as I kiss her inner thighs, sucking on bits of her flesh until I feel it bruise. Nearing the center of her heat. The scent hits me like an avalanche, and then I am drowning. My mouth is watering with desire.

I don’t hold back anymore. My wolf can’t spend another second of his life without tasting her.

I suction my mouth to her lips, licking every inch before spreading them apart with my tongue and diving in for the kill. Hazel is all moans, and it is music to my ears. I feel her pleasure take over her in waves as my tongue explores her, laps her up, rides against her sweetness until she bursts in my mouth. I do not let even a single drop go to waste.

And I don’t stop. I keep sucking her off, feeling her harden and throb on my tongue.

“Kieran, please.” Her voice is a rough gasp now. She tries to beg again, but her words are drowned by her moans, and they come out like gibberish.

That’s just how I like it—her brain thinking of nothing but how good she feels, how good I make her feel.

I slide a finger into her, and she screams, tightening around me.

“Fuck. Hazel,” I groan, feeling her pulse around my lone finger.

She takes deep breaths, trying to control her breathing.

“Good girl, keep breathing like that,” I praise her, teasing her clit. Then, I take it all in my mouth, while at the same time, sliding another finger into her.

My other hand is on her chest, twisting her nipples, over and over.

“Fuck, you’re driving me insane Kieran,” she moans.

I am having a feast, catching up on lost time. I could live between her legs and never need a day’s break. She tastes of everything my brain, mouth, body, and soul have been craving, and I am not about to hold myself back.

I pump my fingers into her. Her hands snake into my hair, pulling hard, digging into my scalp, running all over it.

Fuck that feels good. I want to tell her how she is triggering every single nerve in my body and I haven’t even put my cock in her yet. I finger her until she quivers and blesses me with another load of her cum, screaming my name as her legs tighten around my head.

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