Page 41 of Broken Rejected Mate

When I sink an inch into her, I have to stop and suck in a breath, steady myself.

She’s so tight around me, spots start to flash around my vision. Arms shaking, I take her inch by inch.

So far, having Veva again has been a lesson in resistance. Resisting the urge to thrust into her, to seat myself inside of her fully. Resisting the urge to let my urges take over, tohaveher,wreck her, let that feral beast inside me control the pace and rhythm.

What feels like an eternity, Veva has taken my length. She shifts, a strange expression crossing her face as her body accommodates me.

After this, it’s going to be difficult for me to give her a good time, to stretch this out. I’m so fucking close to bursting that even the knowledge of being this deep in her is bringing me close to the edge, cock twitching with the urge to come inside her.

“What?” I rasp, watching her face, wanting to make sure I’m not hurting her. “Are you—”

“You’re bigger than I remember,” she breathes, fluttering her eyes open and rolling her hips once, damn near shattering all my reserve. “It’s…nice.”

That makes me laugh. Here I am, soaked in her slick, drowning in the scent of her heat, going absolutely out of my mind with the need to fuck her senseless, and she’s just called my dick “nice.”

“Nice?” I ask, sliding out, watching as the smile drops right off her face. Thrusting back in, I watch her mouth open in an ‘o’ shape, eyes shutting again, one of her hands rising to grip the bed frame. I slide out, thrust in again, hands a vice on her hips. “I’m going to need you to come up with a much better word thatnice, Veva.”

When I pull out again, she opens her eyes, levels my gaze and says, “Then show me something other than nice, Emin.”

The wordfuckcomes out of me so fast I’m not sure I actually say it. Body taking over, I grab her hips and flip her,pushing her down into the mattress, yanking her ass until it’s flush with my hips.

“Fine,” I growl, slapping her ass, gripping her hip, then taking a handful of her hair with my other hand. “I won’t be nice, baby. That’s what you want?”

She nods, her hair tugging against my hand, and I slide inside her, the sensation of fucking her from the back so carnal and raw that it takes me over, the sound of our bodies meeting filling the room, her moans and whimpers and screams rising and falling.

Veva throws her head back, rocking her hips into me violently, taking me so well that I have to keep myself from curling over her and biting the nape of her neck, marking her.

I want to. I want to mark her, make sure no other man on this planet ever eventhinksof having this woman like this, touching her, seeing her body. She belongs to me, only.

But I don’t. I bury my cock inside her, feel the knot forming, growing, pulsing inside her. I release into her, the hot, sticky liquid mixing with her slick and making an absolute mess of the sheets. I roll her onto her side, my knot still inside her, pulsing for minutes on end. I kiss just behind her ear, tuck her hair to the side, skim my fingers over her bare hip.

All that, but I don’t mark her.

I won’t.

No matter how much I want to.

Chapter 23 - Veva

As the days of my heat pass, one thing becomes abundantly clear—I would not have survived this without Emin Argent.

An omega’s heat is a time of extreme arousal, but also, extreme vulnerability. Not only do I spend the dayswanting, but I spend them wanting in a highly specific way. It’s like pregnancy cravings, and Emin fulfills each one.

I don’t just want to fuck, I want him to lift me up onto the kitchen counter and take me. I want him to put his fingers inside me, hook them in a specific action. I want him to see how long he can knot inside me, his member swollen and quivering as we whisper to each other on the pillow, his face occasionally going blank with pleasure.

Without any alpha during this time, I genuinely might have lost myself, the wanting too much to overcome. But without Emin? I would have been unsatisfied to the point of tears. To frustration, anger, violence.

Every time I open my mouth to bite him, the urge to sink my teeth into his neck growing stronger and stronger, I just manage to pull myself back. Just manage to clamp my mouth shut, force myself to draw back.

I will not mark him. And he won’t mark me.

After nine full days, my heat finally starts to abate, easing up and letting go of its hold on me. I don’t miss the look of disappointment on Emin’s face when I come out of the shower and say I think the worst of it is over.

For nine days, he’s done nothing but hold me, touch me, feed me, clean me, and fuck me. And now, feeling like a newborn calf, I walk through the front door, heading to Emin’s truck.

He walks ahead and opens the door for me, watching me carefully as I climb inside.

“Are you sure you’re not sore?” he asks, when he climbs into the driver’s side.

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