Page 62 of His Rejected Alpha Mate
He rested his head on mine for a full minute and we just enjoyed being in each other’s company.
“Come on, let’s get this room finished and then you better have another shower.”
“Why? Do I stink?”
“Stink of another alpha? Yes. His bear will hate that and we don’t want either of you hurt because his bear overreacted.”
“It’s not like hugging a friend is wrong.”
“No, but you can’t expect his alter to be reasonable after weeks away from you. Dakota will be fine, but his bear will see a challenge to their mating.”
I guess he had a point there.
Before long, we had sorted the room out. It was a little uncomfortable to be aware of what Dakota and I would do in here and knowing that my son and friend knew about it. The need for my mate was intense. Like a sharp knife driven into my side, every movement made me aware of it.
There was no chance that we were going to be in the same room together and not get naked. In fact, I wanted him inside me as soon as possible. The thought of him driving inside me had me slick, arousal running through my veins. A blush heated my cheeks as my scent sharpened, and I grew hard.
“We’ll go wait outside,” said Kade, and he pulled Deke to the door.
I heard the truck pull up, the sound familiar. I dug my nails into my legs to keep myself from moving. Dakota was so close, but I had to allow Kade a little time with him. Their bond was important, too.
Perhaps they realized how on edge I was because they soon made moves to go and Dakota approached the door.
The door nearly tore off the hinges with how hard I flung it open.
Dakota and I stared at each other. I absorbed every minute detail about my mate. The beard that hadn’t been there before, the exhausted pinch to his dark eyes, his skin paler from spending most of his day inside.
Maybe a second passed. It felt like a lifetime, but the moment snapped and I launched myself at my mate.
He caught me securely, like I knew he would. I had no doubt that he would always be my safe place and he would never let me down.
I wrapped my legs around his waist, my arms around his neck, and fused my mouth to his. The explosion of his taste on my tongue pulled a groan from me. I was so ready for him; I ached from the emptiness.
Dakota walked us into the house towards the spare room without removing his mouth from mine, except to breathe. He swallowed down every sound I made as our tongues twinned. He pushed his fingers into my hair, grasping me tightly to him. I felt his hardness against my ass, and I wriggled just to feel the friction against my hole. His gasp was loud in the silence. “Jas, please.”
Slowly, he lay me down on the bed, coming down over me. We ground our bodies together, hands wandering as we reacquainted ourselves with the other. My bear had lost weight, likely from the stress. His lips left my mouth and traveled down my neck. He pulled up my shirt to lave at each nipple, the extra sensitivity making me squirm and plead. “Dakota!”
He removed his shirt, then mine. The feel of his hot, hair dusted skin on mine was heavenly after so long apart. “Kota.” I cupped his jaw and brought our lips together again. The intense need was getting worse, not better, for having him in my arms. “I need—“
“I’ve got you.”
In a move he better never repeat, he pulled down his pants, exposing his long, thick cock, then tore my pants and briefs in two over my hole. In one thrust, he was inside me, plunging deep with every push.
I cried out at the sudden stretch, the sharp burn, and the stupid, indignant realization that he’d ruined my clothes.
A laugh turned into a moan as the burn morphed into pure pleasure. Each thrust of Dakota’s cock inside me had me climbing higher as he hit my prostate with each drive of his hips. I clung to sweaty skin as he kissed, licked and nipped at my neck and shoulder, small growls and groans leaving him as I angled my pelvis to take him even deeper. I wanted no distance between us, to truly become one so that he couldn’t leave me again.
“More! Harder,” I urged, wrapping my legs around his waist, my feet pushing on his fine ass to have him even deeper.
“No!” I gasped as he pulled away to rest on his knees. His lips were too far from mine. He pulled my ass into the cradle of his lap and pushed back inside me.
The angle was glorious. My walls squeezed him and he stroked my dick, looking at me with love and heat in his expression. I was addicted to the way that he felt inside me and wanted to keep this moment in my memory.
He ran a hand over my distended stomach gently. A fleeting look of awe on his face. He deftly unbuttoned what remained of my pants and freed me from the fabric confines.
Closer, I needed him closer to me. I held a hand out to him and he grasped it, pulling me up into his arms. We groaned together as this position had me taking him even deeper.
His hands clutched my hips, fingers flexing as he moved me up and down on his cock, his strength making it look easy as he used my hole and gave us both pleasure.
