Page 34 of His Rejected Alpha Mate
I came down over him, roughly pushed my straining cock into his hole, and savagely plunged into his wet heat. My balls slapped against his ass with each drive of my hips. It was relentless. The rut took over, firing my blood with a need to make sure I thoroughly filled him with my seed. This wave of heat pulling out my animalistic nature.
Jasper’s eyes met mine, and he grasped the back of my neck, pulling me into a hard but messy kiss. Our teeth clacked, and we broke to breathe. The intense look in his eyes stabbed at my heart. I pulled out of him and flipped him over, driving straight back into him as he thrashed underneath me. The grip I had on his hips was brutal. His fox healing would have the marks gone by the next night.
The angle was wrong. I adjusted my grip, pushing on his back to press him deeper into the mattress, holding him in place with a restraining hand, and angling his hips. “Kota! There!” He yelled. I grunted with the effort of holding my knot back. I never wanted this to end.
Coming down over him, I took a handful of his hair and yanked his head back to kiss him. “Mine,” I growled in his ear, moving to nip his ear and neck.Not the bite. Not now, I pleaded with my bear. He heard me and pulled back. My lips lifted in a snarl as Jasper wailed. His release triggered my knot. He hummed as I filled him with more of my seed, none of it escaping as we stayed locked together.
My muscles trembled with the effort of keeping my considerable bulk off my frailer mate. I twisted to the side, pulling him into being the little spoon with as little jostling of my knot as possible. He sighed, relaxing into me.
We both slept for an hour or so, waking for another round of sex. This one in the bath, the wave of heat rising sharply compared to the slower burn of the others. Jasper rode me again, gazing intently into my eyes, awakening deeper feelings of longing and care than I expected so soon. The water splashed over the side of the bath, but all I could focus on was the feel of my mate. I was lost. Completely under whatever spell he’d woven on my soul.
When my knot had gone down and Jasper was limp in my arms, I ran fresh water to rinse us both off. I stood with a grunt, Jasper tucked safely in my arms. Wrapping a towel around him, I took him to bed, hastily using the blanket to cover the soiled sheet, a mess of slick and cum. I dried him off and found another blanket before drying myself.
I wound my arms around him in bed, hoping that he would get some more rest before we were woken again.
My bear roused me after a little while, prompting me to get my exhausted omega some water and snacks as his scent sharpened. I was cutting up fruit for a platter when Jasper found me, his bare feet padding over the tile floors in the extensive kitchen. He came up behind me, wrapping his arms around me and nuzzling into my back. He brushed his fingers through my chest hair and then lower, tracing my happy trail down to my hardening cock.
His fingers wrapped around me, stroking slowly, his other hand reaching up to tug on a nipple. “Let me suck you,” he whispered, his voice cracking with need. He pulled away enough for me to turn around, my back to the wood topped counter.
Jasper sank to his knees again. The image was so like my dream of the other day that I had difficulty swallowing. His eyes were intent on mine as he lowered his mouth to my dick. He traced the vein from the base up to the head. His tongue worked around my foreskin and over the glans to the slit. He moaned at the taste of my precum before taking me deep into his mouth.
Being pretty proportional to my height, I expected that my size and girth would be a challenge, but The Luna had made Jasper perfectly capable of handling me. He swallowed around me as I hit the back of his throat. He took deep breaths through his nose and gazed up at me with a triumphant look as his nose touched my abdomen.
Not wanting it to be all over before we began, I grasped his shoulders, pulling him off me and hoisting him onto the counter next to the fruit I’d been cutting. I handed him some watermelon and then took him into my mouth, angling his hips to get at his hole. Tracing a finger around his puffy entrance, I reminded myself to be more gentle or find some salve. Soon, he was writhing and begging again. His scent was sharper than it had ever been. This was likely the absolute peak of his heat, the point where it would break.
I didn’t even try to move us to somewhere softer. I took him there, perched on the counter, pumping my hips and kissing him frantically. At my bear’s warning, I broke the kiss and tried to shove some water at Jasper. He laughed and then moaned as he slipped on the surface, changing the angle slightly and making me hit his prostate dead on. It didn’t last long, both of us too worked up on hormones for more finessed fucking.
Jasper sat confidently on the counter, my knot tying him to me, as he sipped water and ate the fruit I handed to him. Playfully, he grabbed some pieces of a crisp green apple and hand fed me. My lips grazed his fingers, and he shivered at the touch. The movement caused a ripple effect. He tightened around my knot, more cum flooded him and I groaned, resting my head against his.
He touched his fingers to my jaw in a featherlight touch, bringing my lips to his. I wanted to fully understand the complicated emotion that he poured into the kiss. It felt very much like longing, passion, and even a touch of love. I answered with every feeling I had for him. I tried to pour into it the emotions he gave me every time that I looked his way and knew he wasn’t ready for me. How much I needed him. The love that was rising in me tried to escape my tight hold.
I plucked him off the counter and into my arms, carrying him with ease up the stairs as I stayed inside him. He grunted as my knot tugged on his rim and I petted around it, kissing him in apology. Laying him on the bed gently; I tried to push all of my hope and feelings into every touch and kiss.
We made love under the early dawn light. Jasper wrapped around me so tightly that we could have been one person. Tears leaked from my eyes as he stared at me in wonder. His kisses were sweet as he trembled and came undone under me. Knotted and spent, I flipped us so I had him draped over my body. He ran a fingertip over my chest in random patterns.
When he shivered, I pulled the blanket over him and wrapped my arms around his slim frame tightly. Raising my head, I kissed his forehead as his breaths evened out with sleep. Puffs of air warmed my exposed chest and soon soothed me into a deep sleep.
I woke in the cold, hard light of day to empty arms and an empty bed.
Jasper had gone.
Apologies
Jasper
Fuck.Fuck.Fuck.
Cursing the entire way back to the heat house in my fox form, I thought about what I’d just done and felt like the worst person who had ever existed. Truly. Somehow I’d allowed my alter to overtake any sense that I had.Lie,they hissed in my mind.You wanted that.
They were correct, and I groaned. I hadn’t fought them any of the way over to Dakota’s house. I’d been the one to get onto my knees. There had been plenty of opportunities for me to literally turn tail and run. Had I? No. So it was all on me.
Why had it been so damn perfect? Everything he’d done to me over the last few hours terrified me because it was all I’d ever dreamt of. Then there were things I hadn’t even known to want. Dakota had taken over my body and soul.
So why had I bitten and run?
Panic. Pure and simple.
A lifetime of Rincoln, of being his emotional and then physical punching bag. Years of being deemed a terrible omega because I wasn’t giving him children, despite our perfect boy. Angelica. Having to apologize for her very existence. Then there was nearly losing our son from my cowardice. I should have taken him away sooner. Left when he was a child or ran as soon as I fell pregnant again, however pointless, I could have gotten Kade out. We could have lived in hiding. I should have gotten him out when the visions showed me Rincoln’s plans.
