Page 83 of Shifters' Fated Summer
My body shuddered and I came. My orgasm seized me, and my back arched, my head thudding into the wall. The wave crashed, and every muscle relaxed into a warm, gooey mess of rippling pleasure.
He forced my legs further apart, and I teetered, almost losing my balance. His forearm pressed into my stomach, right below my belly button, holding me to the wall. The pressure sent another wave of shimmering warmth through my muscles and blood.
Before I could catch my breath, his other hand brushed over my sex, replacing his tongue. He pushed one thick finger into me, and I spluttered, the intense fullness blotting out all thought, every sensation past the feel of histouch. He withdrew and pushed in again, and I whimpered. It was too much. I was so sensitive from my orgasm, he was sending aftershocks through me.
In all the ways he and Luca had me, not once had his fingers been inside of me. I had needed their knots. Now he finger-fucked me like his life depending on it.
“You’re going to be a good little mate and come for me again,” he growled, the vibration of his words on my clit making my eyes roll back in my head.
A second finger joined the first, and he swirled his tongue over my clit. The sensation inside of me shifted, and it felt as if he was curling those two fingers to press against my inner wall. The feeling was amplified by the pressure of his forearm. It was all too much.
For a second, I was teetering on the edge. His touch was stirring a fire low in my belly. Gently, he drew me further until I was falling. Like plunging off a cliff, except instead of crashing into icy waves, I was drowning in the most exquisite pleasure.
This time, I wasn’t in a haze of heat. Every sensation was clear and sharp. I came hard, and it wouldn’t end. I was dizzy with it, like my soul was leaving my body. Perhaps this was how he would dispose of his unwanted mate. Only his bracing forearm kept me standing.
It wasn’t until Cade pulled away that I saw my plain, cotton panties, the ones he had torn in half, in his hand. They were glossy with my wetness. His arm released me, and I sank to the floor, my legs unable to hold me up.
Cade peered down at the soaked fabric wrapped around his fist. He breathed in, taking one last hit of my scent. His neck glistened with sweat, and I wanted to lick him all over like he had done to me. The compulsion was so strong, I tried to rise to my knees, but my body was too wobbly.
“You want to be mine?” he growled, eyes glowing gold again. “Fine. You can be my fuck toy. Mine to use. You’d love that, wouldn’t you?” His sneer displayed elongated fangs.
My exhale came out as a snarl. Even after two orgasms, I wanted to chase after him and bite him. I wanted to antagonize him until he pinned me down and claimed me again and again.
This fated mate bondstill fucking sucked.
Chapter 32
Raid
After a quiet meal, the pack loaded up equipment in the truck. Elowen sat on the sofa, holding my hand, as we watched Cade and Luca pace back and forth.
Before they left, Luca kissed me soundly. “Relax, we’ll be back soon. No big deal.” He winked, and I rolled my eyes at him.
Only Holt was staying with us, and he busied himself reorganizing the pantry.
“What should we do to entertain ourselves?” Elowen asked, rubbing a hand over her belly.
“I’m not up for much. I’m so tired.” I emphasized my point with a yawn.
“Then go to bed early,” she said.
“I’m too nervous. I need them home safe.”
“Rom-com it is,” Elowen said, lifting the remote.
“Okay,” I said, nestling down onto the sofa.
After picking a silly movie, Elowen ran her nails through my hair, and I reveled in the affection. I loved how touchy werewolves were.
She didn’t ask me about the heat and all the things we did. Didn’t ask about my fight with Cade that ended explosively, even though half the pack probably heard. She just comforted me as we both waited for our mates to come home.
I jolted awake when the back door slammed open and the pack poured in. Holt had gone to bed, and Elowen was snoring softly beside me.
“They’re back,” I said, shaking her gently.
She popped up, her pale hair sticking up adorably on one side. Blinking, she swiped the back of her hand over her lips, wiping away a little drool.
Archer strode in, heading right for Elowen. Once he saw her, he visibly relaxed.
