Page 23 of Wild Fated Mate
His groans and growls filled the room, mixing with my own panting breaths and pleas for more.
One hand was pinned in place by my promise while the other was restrained by the handfast tie, limited to move in tandem with his. My body was tense and taut, every muscle strung tight as the sensations raced over my skin, heating my blood, chasing the final piece that would send me over the edge.
He grunted, and plunged two fingers inside my aching core, turning them up and pulling forward as he sucked my clit in his mouth. I screamed as the mounting pressure snapped with a near audible pop, my thighs clamped tight to his shoulders, as my orgasm ripped through me like wildfire.
He kept licking and sucking, lapping and stroking as I quivered in place.
“Sunshine, that was the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen.” His voice was muffled against my thigh. “I can’t hold back much longer. I need to be inside you, all the way. I need to make you mine, to mark you as my mate.”
He surged upwards to kneel over me, caging me. I looked down and swore under my breath.
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His cock was every bit the monster I thought it would be. Thick and long, the bulbous head leaking pre-cum down the angry looking rigid shaft.
I licked my lips and swallowed, and his gaze swung to mine.
“The first time I mark you, it’s going to be inside your tight pussy. I’m going to fill you so full of my seed, you’ll never get it all out. Those gorgeous lips wrapped around my cock won’t be enough, not right now.”
I made a noise of agreement, my attention on the drips of liquid rolling down the curve of my belly.
“I could be a good guy and offer to use protection, but I don’t want to, and it’s not necessary, unless you’re concerned about getting pregnant.” The flashes of cinnamon-red and gold were back in his eyes.
I shook my head.
His lips pulled back in a wicked smile. “Good.”
I was going to be painted in his cum, and I couldn’t wait.
He levered forward on powerful arms to whisper in my ear. “When I say fill you, I mean everywhere.”
Heat rolled through me. He was so controlled every time I saw him, the way he’d turned cold and lock down and walk away.
But not now. Now the animal was loose, and I was getting the real Gavin. The sweet, generous man, and the demanding hotshot with fire in his veins.
He sat up on his knees and palmed his thick erection, giving it a few hard pulses. “I have wanted you for so long.” He swallowed. “I dreamed about you. I don’t want to cause you pain, and once I bite you to make the mate mark, I never will again.”
He was a massive wall of muscle, terrifying in his size and focus. He was a predator, intent on his prey—and he was kneeling for me. He would never look away from me ever again. He would seek me out, over and over and over. He lived a life of total control, but he needed one place where he could let go, and that was with me. Within our bonds.
“I’m ready.”
He fell forward over me, his mouth on mine, kissing away any lingering fear over the bite to come. He was wild and sweet, his tongue pushing at mine, retreating, again and again. His cock pushed at my entrance before retreating in short pumps, as my hips spread to cradle his.
His hand fisted in my hair, the braid falling apart, as he growled. “You’re so fucking wet, Serena. I’m trying to go slow, to ease?—”
“I want all of you.”
He thrust forward with my words, as a scream tore from my throat. My imagination was no match for the reality of him, the way he filled me blocking out all other sensation. For a second I feared I’d underestimated the pain of his bite, the way I’d been unprepared for his size. But he stilled, his cock hot and throbbing in place, as he kissed me again. Then his finger was on my clit, liquid heat trickling through me, spreading in ever widening circles through my veins with the motion of his fingers.
Gavin pulled back and rocked in, the desperate way my muscles fluttered around him no match for his power. He moved harder, faster, all of his attention on me and the way our bodies connected.
“Your pussy is so tight. I can’t hold him back much longer.”
Him? Oh. His bear. I gulped.
I gripped his upper arms, the hard muscles slippery with a sheen of sweat. His whole body was tense with the force of holding on, holding back. I’d had enough of that.
