Page 33 of His Rejected Alpha Mate
Clickingclawsonhardwooddragged me from sleep. I’d tossed and turned for hours, guilt preventing me from gaining true rest.
My bear had sulked with me the whole day after taking Angel away from her papa. I’d loved spending some quality time with my little girl despite his complaints. Jasper had made no move to stop us, so I’d taken that as permission. Part of my anger towards Jasper vanished at his simple acceptance of my bond with our daughter.
Knowing that he was heading to the heat house alone had filled me with shame. If I’d been able to get over myself, let go of my pride, then I could have been there with him, or he could have been here, in comfort and safety. The heat house was basic, just enough to get him through it. It wasn’t comfortable by any stretch of the imagination.
My home, which was his now too technically, would have been better for us all. There were no neighbors to worry about overhearing anything. I’d recently stocked my fridge with healthy foods, perfect for hungry omegas. There was a massive bath for soaking his aching muscles in. The thoughts had circled, keeping me awake. Though I must have eventually slipped into sleep.
I sat, rubbing my chest as the movement came closer. My eyes opened and were pulled to the side of the bed closest to me. A gorgeous fox stood staring at me. Amber eyes bright in the light from the stars, the moon hidden from sight.
Jasper.
I couldn’t quite believe that he was here. Briefly, I wondered if perhaps this was a dream. I wanted to pinch myself, but stopped the impulse. There was no way this was a dream. I felt the ache of arousal from his caramel scent, my cock leaking against my thigh. The scent was sharper than usual, telling me he was close to another wave of heat.
My tricky fox shifted once he had my full attention. The man gazed at me silently before getting to his knees.
“Please, Dakota, I need you.” He whispered.
Fuck. My. Life.I was doomed.
There was no actual choice. I couldn’t send him away now that he was here. The scent of him filled the room, and I was on the edge of snapping and pinning him to the bed and filling him as he clearly wanted me to. I reminded myself that he’d begged as I’d told him he’d need to. This was his choice, and he’d come to me. “Get up here,” I muttered, my voice coming out gruff. I pulled back the blanket and shuffled over to make room for him.
He was daring, climbing onto the bed and into my lap without hesitation. Jasper nuzzled my neck as he rubbed against me. His gaze searched mine when he pulled back. “Are you sure?”
“I’m sure,” I confirmed. Then he molded his lips to mine.
This.
This was what I’d been searching for all these years.
The kiss was soft initially. Seeking. Learning how we fit together. We did fit. Perfectly. As The Luna intended. I pried open his mouth with my tongue, exploring his mouth before pulling back a little. He followed me, making a whimper of distress at being separated. I held him back, just wanting to look at him.
My hands came up to roam over his gorgeous body. Everything about him was lean lines and pale flesh that almost glowed in the dim light. My bear enhanced my sight to better look at our mate. He was stunning. Our lips met again as I caressed every inch of him I could reach. My bear pulled back into the recesses of my mind with a loving reminder to be kind to our mate. He knew I had this under control.
Jasper groaned as my fingers found their way into his hair. I tugged on his short curls as I directed his mouth to better fit over mine. I swallowed his gasps and sighs, moaning as he gripped my shoulders, digging blunt nails into my skin. Our kiss turned frantic as his scent sharpened. He broke away, chest heaving for air. “Please.”
I adjusted his position in my lap so he was directly over my cock, and lined it to press at his wet entrance. I traced a finger around the rim, checking no further prep was needed before pushing him down on me. He cried out at the sudden stretch and I felt a brief moment of panic that he hadn’t been ready when he sighed, his face relaxing with a look of rapture.
He began to rise and fall over me, his slick hole heavenly around my cock. He took his pleasure from me with no hesitation. Nothing had ever been as good as this. As right as this moment. When his movements slowed as he tired, I took over, pushing him down as my hips bucked up. Deeper and deeper I pushed inside him, pegging his spot on every thrust. The room filled with his loud cries and my grunts. The scent of sex overpowered Jasper’s own sweet caramel with the bite of cinnamon fragrance that lingered for hours everywhere he went.
“Close! Harder!” He ground out, clinging to me desperately as I filled him.
I planted my feet and took a firm grip of his hips, pushing harder, the overwhelming feeling of my orgasm barreling down my spine to my balls. “Kota!” He wailed as he came, his cum smeared between us. His muscles contracted around my dick and I went even harder, sure I was leaving bruises as I fucked him. My knot began to form as he squeezed me, his hole so tight around me I could barely move. A second orgasm made him cry out again, and he flopped forward, resting his face against my neck.
My release hit the moment his lips met my neck and he bit down, marking me as his.
Slowly, I came to with Jasper still in my arms and on my knot. I’d likely only blacked out for less than a few minutes. He was sound asleep with a small smile on his beautiful face. I traced the lines of his sharp jaw, aquiline nose, those equally sharp cheekbones. His lashes were longer than I’d noticed on a man before. They brushed his cheeks as his eyelids fluttered.
I wondered what he was dreaming about as I noticed a drop of blood on his lips. My blood.
His head was against the bite that he’d left. I didn’t know how to feel about it. The whole thing had thrown me for a loop. What could I do? Neither of us was ready for that step. In truth, I was glad that I’d passed out with how hard I came. The intensity of it had been overwhelming and I could have made a mistake that I was sure Jasper probably had.
Not under any illusions about what this was, I shoved my softer feelings aside. I was grateful that my mate had come to me, had trusted me with his heat, but we were a long way from bonding properly. I didn’t know what this meant for us. Yet, with this, we’d taken an enormous step towards our future. There were no guarantees that after his heat passed that he would still want anything to do with me.
My heart splintered at the thought of another rejection. I just had to play it by ear. There was nothing else to do.
Letting Jasper rest, I held him close and luxuriated in the feeling of his silken skin against mine. We were a study in contrasts. Him, small, soft, smooth, and pale. Me, large, hard, hairy, and tan. I brushed the hair off his face and neck, twisting smooth locks around my fingers.
His scent changed shortly before he roused. This time I took control, sucking him off, making him come down my throat while I pushed my cum deep inside him with my fingers. I had four fingers in him, stretching him wide before he begged with me to get inside him again.
