Page 46 of Shattered Veil
“Take it off,” he orders.
I reach behind me, fumbling with the clasp on my bra. It snaps open, and I toss it aside. My breasts bounce free, heavy and aching for his touch. Lochan groans, taking one of my nipples into his mouth. He flicks his tongue over it, then sucks hard, rolling the sensitive point between his teeth, biting lightly. His other hand slides down and under my waistband, to cup my pussy over my panties, before his fingers find their way inside.
I inhale sharply as he presses against my soaking wet center. Lochan’s mouth moves to my other nipple, sucking and biting until I’m wriggling beneath him. My hand slips into his pants, finding the hard length of his cock. It feels huge in my hand, and long. I hear his intake of breath when I make the first stroke.
“You want this?” he asks, his voice rough.
Do I?
I don’t know. My body does. The mate bond does. But do I want this?
I nod, unable to speak. I might not know if I really want it, or if it’s just the bond we share, but I need this.
I need him.
Lochan pulls my sweatpants off, then my underwear, leaving me bare and exposed. I watch his eyes as they take in my nakedness, then he lifts me up, pressing me against the tree as he positions himself at my entrance.
Pain sears my skin, and I tighten as the head of his cock breaches me. I gasp, my body tensing at the invasion. Lochan pauses.
“Relax,” he murmurs. His thumb circles my clit, sending sparks of pleasure through me, replacing the pain.
I force myself to breathe, to let my muscles unclench. Lochan pushes in slowly, stretching me open. The burn fades to a delicious fullness as he bottoms out inside me.
“Fuck,” I whimper, digging my nails into his shoulders.
Lochan groans, his forehead pressed to mine.
He starts to move, setting a punishing rhythm. Each thrust drives the air from my lungs, slamming me back against the rough bark. Pain and pleasure blur together as Lochan pounds into me relentlessly.
My legs shake, and I grip him tighter. I’m panting, and my nails leave traces of blood on his skin. I feel the mate bond as it expands and contracts between us, a throbbing reminder of our undeniable connection.
Lochan’s pace quickens, his hips snapping against mine in a frenzy of lust and need. The muscles in his arms bulge as he holds me up, his jaw clenched tight.
With just a few thrusts, I feel my climax building deep within me.
The pressure builds, circling higher and higher, until I’m trembling on the edge. Lochan’s fingers find my clit again, pinching and rolling.
It pushes me over the cliff. I cry out as bliss crashes through me, my body clamping around him. Lochan groans, his rhythm faltering. With a final, brutal thrust, he buries himself to the hilt. I feel the hot splash of his release inside me as he comes with a guttural moan.
We stay like that- sweaty, panting, still joined, his cock slowly softening inside me. I don’t move and neither does he. We stare at each other, Lochan’s eyes locked on mine. Then they widen.
Reality comes crashing back as the high fades.
Lochan pulls out abruptly, leaving me feeling hollow and sore. He sets me down, not meeting my eyes as he tucks himself back into his pants.
“This was a mistake,” he says, and his voice is as cold as a winter flash freeze.
His words are a slap across my face; a bucket of ice water poured over my body, erasing all the heat and pleasure from just a moment ago.
Without thinking, I raise my hand and slap him back, for real.“Fuck. You.”
“Get dressed.” He picks up my clothes and tosses them to me, then turns to leave, not waiting for me.
I watch as he walks away, leaving me standing alone in the forest. His rejection feels like a punch to my stomach, and I can feel anger and humiliation churning up inside me. How could he do this to me? How could he make me feel like that, only to reject me?
It wasn’t just sex. It was more than that—to me and to him. The fucker couldn’t hide it. I saw it in his eyes.Damn him.
I can feel the tears coming, but I don’t bother to wipe them away. I just stand there, watching as Lochan disappears into the darkness. I get dressed, still feeling him inside me, his parting gift trickling out of me, making me sticky between my thighs.
