Page 14 of Wild Fated Mate
“Sunshine, open your shirt.”
She leaned back, her eyes glazed with lust, her lips more puffy and red than before. It took a second for my command to click, and then she moved her free hand to her shirt, the pink and green plaid pattern an insult to my ancestry, but worse, the flannel material hid her from my sight.
I kept my arm wrapped securely around her waist, so she would feel safe, as she revealed the creamy tops of her breasts, held captive by a pink bra.
I growled, frustrated by the handfasting knot, loose as it was, that prevented me from ripping apart her shirt, and pulling out both tits to bury my face in.
“Let me see you, love.” I kept my voice calm, commanding, nothing like the raging beast I was inside.
She bit her lip and pulled down the cup of her bra, a tight, tawny-pink nipple peeping over the edge of the fabric.
“More.”
She gave a quick glance around, but I already knew we were alone. No matter how loaded by lust I was, I’d never put my mate in danger or risk her privacy.
She was mine, and no other man would ever see her this way.
One quick yank and both breasts spilled out, bouncing with the motion.
“Fuck, yes.” I gently cupped one and swiped my thumb across the peak.
“Gavin, please,” Serena begged.
My mouth watered, and my jaw ached. The urge to sink my fangs in and mark her as my mate grew stronger with each breath.
I kept my hand on her breast, rolling and pinching as I watched her face.
Her cheeks were flushed, and her mouth parted as she panted along with each rasp of my thumb. I dipped my head and tasted the other side. The tip of her nipple was firm under my tongue, and I licked all around, sucking, pulling, nipping.
“Gav–Gavin. I’m going to come like this.”
She sounded shocked, like this was a new experience.
I didn’t stop, but switched sides, giving the same attention to the nipple I’d been pinching.
I pulled my hand down her belly to cup her pussy, the awkward angle no challenge for my need.
She was hot, even through her clothes. I panted into her chest, my bear huffing along with me.
When I slipped my hand inside her panties and met nothing but slick, wet, woman, I let out a grunt of satisfaction.
I wanted to taste her, to savor this moment.
But she made that mewling noise again, and I couldn’t ignore it.
I pushed my fingers down along the slippery edges of her full pussy lips, trapping her clit between them, pressing and rubbing in time with her desperate wiggling on my lap.
The motion helped ease one finger inside her tight heat, and she clamped down on me, hard. I waited a beat, then pushed in another finger, making her moan in my ear.
Between the noises she was making, the heat of her pussy, and the taste of her sweet nipples in my mouth, I was going to have a lap full of my own sticky cum.
“Baby, slow down.”
“I can’t. I want more.”
I huffed a laugh at the whine in her voice. I’d never known her to be like this—and it was my own fault. But I refused to let that hit of well-deserved anger and sadness derail me from my mission. It was my honor to see her in a way no one else had, and no one but me ever would.
I promised her pleasure, and I was going to deliver. Even if it fucking killed me.
