Page 25 of M.A.Y.A
“I…I don’t know.”
“You do,” he said, his voice hard and demanding. He sounded like the Alpha wolf he’d earned the right to be. “You feel it now too. Your world is shifting to focus on me, just the way mine is focused on you. You gave me your first, and I’ll be your last.”
Maya curled her fingers in the collar of his shirt. It hung open since she’d torn it, and all the buttons were still scattered on the gym floor. “Okay, but what if all of this is an illusion for you and me? What if it’s a trauma bond and not a mating bond?”
She could feel him relax at her words. Then he chuckled, as if the very thought was so unbelievable. “Tiny warrior, why don’t we shower and sleep on it?” he said. “I just tasted my mate for the first time, and I’d like to hold her now.”
“It’s not enough time for me to figure you out,” she said, almost desperately. It wasn’t enough time before she most definitely had to say goodbye.
“There is time enough.” His tone sounded way too reasonable for comfort. There was something about his tone that made her feel like he was just placating her.
“So, we’ll just shower and go to sleep after we—I just had sex for the first time? That’s it?” She batted at his hands as he stroked his thumbs over her nipples. He reprimanded her by nipping at her jaw.
“Maya, you’re dead on your feet,” he said. “Just shut that beautiful mind off for a little while before we go another couple rounds.”
He was being way too sweet for her liking. “What are you up to, Alpha?”
He froze in the act of tugging at her leggings. His head shot up and his eyes went dark and wolfish between one blink and the next. “Fuck, does that sound sexy coming from your mouth.”
She lifted her hips so he could get the leggings the rest of the way off, removing her underwear with them. “It wasn’t meant as an endearment, but a way to remind you that we still have business between us.”
“And doesn’t that just make it sound so much sexier?”
Before she could protest, Isaiah ushered her into the large stall and pulled her close so that their heads were fully submerged under the rain shower, drowning them both in hot water.
The feeling was so euphoric that she immediately forgot what they were talking about. She’d never take a hot water shower for granted again.
As his hands coasted over her breasts, she felt the insistent nudge of his growing erection against her abdomen. Her hands automatically wrapped around the base of his penis, and she gave him one long, hard stroke. He grunted and leaned forward to press an open-mouthed kiss at the nape of her neck. The way he sucked in that tender spot showed Maya that he knew he was leaving his mark on her.
As the steam built from the water and from the heat they radiated, Maya had to admit that sex between them was magic. The universal magic that Isaiah had mentioned the first night they spoke. His touch was imprinted on her body now, and she was desperate or more. She continued to stroke him as he lathered her lower belly, and then her pussy and thighs.
“I’ve never touched a cock before yours,” she whispered.
“Good,” he said, his words filled with possession.
Their breaths turned to pants and groans before Isaiah hoisted her up against the shower wall. The length of his erection teased her slit, and she dropped her head back in pleasure.
“If you’re already too sore, I’ll stop,” he said with gravel in his voice.
“Don’t stop. Don’t stop, Isaiah, make me feel?—”
He slowly slid the tip of his erection into her before she could finish her sentence. Just like the first time, he robbed her lungs of air. As he continued to push inside her tight, hot pussy, she could do nothing more than hold on to his shoulders as her body welcomed him until he was seated at the hilt, and she was so full, she could feel it in her throat. He slowly moved in and out, tiny thrusts, testing her, edging her, until she was mindless.
“You’ll get used to me,” he said hoarsely. “We’re going to do this slow. Then I’ll fuck you until you lose your voice from screaming my name.”
His fingers reached between them, and he stroked her clit even as he increased his pace. She bucked against him, the sensation so intense that she lost control of her limbs. Her cries and gasps echoed off the shower walls, and she dug her fingertips into his back.
Isaiah grew impossibly bigger before his mouth crashed down on hers. When she wasn’t quick enough to tangle her tongue with his, he snarled against her lips. The power of that sound, of the vibrations in his body brought her perilously close to coming. Then he lifted one of her arms, and then the other, to wrap them tightly around his neck while rolling his hips forward in a harder thrust.
“Isaiah,” she cried when her hips slapped against the tiled wall at her back.
“That’s it, baby,” he said, his human voice barely audible. “Take your mate’s cock. Choke on it.” He bit her lip hard enough to sting. “Do you like it, mate?”
This was a trap. She knew exactly what he was trying to do even as her thoughts muddled under the onslaught of pleasure. “I-I’m not your mate yet,” she said as she gasped for air.
Her response had him pushing inside her harder than before until pain and pleasure mixed and there was no start or end to either one.
This time, when his knot grew, she was prepared for how full and out of control she felt from the pressure. Isaiah’s hips slowed, and each tiny thrust stretched her and filled her up.
