Page 37 of Rejected Pregnant Mate

I cupped her face, searching her eyes. "How are you feeling?" I asked softly.

She blinked at me, and then blushed. "Better. But not...all better."

She wanted more. I could have shouted my triumph, but I kept cool, leaning over with my hands on the counter, kissing her jawline. "What do you need from me, my sweet Omega?"

Nayeli didn't use her words. Instead, she showed me.

This time it was her pulling me down into a kiss, her fingers working frantically at the buttons of my shirt. I made it easier on her, undoing my jeans at the same time. When she finally had me bare, Nayeli had her hands all over every inch of me she could reach, gliding over the muscles of my chest, stomach, and back like she was starving for the feeling of my skin.

Her touch made me shudder. It felt so fucking good to finally be able to feel her, and it was driving me insane. I was going to go crazy if I didn't get inside her soon, but I also wanted to make this last.

Her shirt and bra went next, and when I was finally able to see her completely naked for me, I was dumbfounded. There had never been a more beautiful woman on the planet. She was all softness and curves, her skin flawless and silky soft. Nayeli's breasts were large, her pink nipples begging to be sucked.

"You're so fucking perfect," I groaned, leaning down to press kisses along her collarbone and chest. "I've dreamed about you, imagined what you would look like, and nothing I dreamed could compare."

She blushed but didn't shy away, her hands gliding down my sides. She tried to pull my hips against her, but I pinned her arms above her head.

"So impatient," I growled.

Nayeli bucked, showing me the fire in her, fighting me for control. I wasn't going to give it to her, but I'd let her think she had the upper hand on me for the moment. Her hand gripped my cock, stroking slowly, making me groan. The counter had to be cold underneath her, but her heat was riding her hard, pupils blown out so wide her irises looked almost black.

I leaned down and sucked at the sensitive scent gland on her neck, and Nayeli gasped. "I want you," I whispered against her skin. "I've wanted you for so long."

"How long?" she asked, her breath hitching as I reached down to cup her breast, thumbing her nipple. She kept stroking me, maddeningly slow, her thumb gliding over the thick head of my cock as she went.

"Since the moment I felt you as an Omega," I said. "My wolf knew what you were, that you were my mate, but I couldn't accept it then. I was a fool."

"You're still a fool," she said, but there was no malice in her words.

I growled at her, nipping at her jawline. "It won't happen again. I won't let you slip through my fingers. Not now that I have you back in my arms."

Our first time should have been in a plush bed, Nayeli's head resting on soft pillows, but things had never been normal for us. The lock on the door was busted, and there was nothing soft about the cafe counter, but there was no force on heaven or Earth that could have stopped me from having Nayeli right then and there.

She was already trembling, her legs falling open to give me more room. Gently, I removed her hand from my cock and fisted it in my own hand, lining up with her entrance. The angle wasn't right, so I hitched one of her legs over my shoulder, making her gasp. Her body was practically dripping for me, and I slid into her easily, groaning as I felt her hot walls around me.

She was perfect. So perfect that I didn't want to move, didn't want to end the feeling of having my mate under me, chanting my name. I was inside her, connected to her in every way possible, and it felt like a dream.

Nayeli pushed her hips up, silently begging me to start moving. I gave her what she wanted, thrusting hard and fast. She cried out, her head thrown back as she rolled her hips to meet every thrust. Her hair fell around her like a curtain, the ends tickling my arm where it rested by her head. I moved my hand from her thigh and gripped the counter, pounding into her relentlessly. She held onto my shoulders for support, her nails digging into my skin. I didn't care; it felt too good to stop. I needed her so badly. Needed to feel her come undone around me.

"Scott," she gasped, her voice breaking. "I'm going to—"

"Come for me," I growled, grinding my hips against her clit. "Give me what I want."

She didn't need any more encouragement. Nayeli came with a cry, her walls fluttering around me. I kept fucking her through her orgasm, barely holding back my own climax. She keened, her body quivering under mine, and I couldn't take it anymore. I let myself go, letting my release wash over me as I buried myself to the hilt inside her. The force of my orgasm nearly knocked me out, and my arms shook as I held myself above her. I was breathing hard, and my cock pulsed as I spilled inside of her.

We stayed like that for a moment, catching our breaths, before I carefully pulled out and stood up. My knot was swelling, but there was no way in hell I was going to knot her on the fucking cafe counter.

We had plenty of time once we got back to the house.

I gathered her into my arms, kissing her sweaty temple and stroking her soft skin as she came down from her high. The heat pain was gone for the moment, and exhaustion was creeping in. My poor Omega, how hard must she have been fighting off her heat? Had she even slept in days?

"Let's get you home," I rumbled against her hair. "I want you to get some sleep, and then we're going to do this again, as slow as we want. Okay?"

She nodded, and after we redressed, she leaned on me as we walked out of the cafe. I sent a quick text to the rest of the staff telling them that we'd be closed tomorrow. Nayeli and I both were going to be tired.

Chapter 15 - Nayeli

Everything should have changed after Scott and I slept together...multiple times in one night...but it really didn't. I could stop avoiding him, but otherwise my heat settled down enough that we were able to go about our lives as if that night at the cafe never happened.

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