Page 17 of Meant for Them
“If it gets to be too much, too uncomfortable, I need you to tell me, alright? I'll stop when you need me to, whenever you need me to. Do I need to worry about pregnancy right now?”
“My heat should be here in about a month, so we're good.”
He nods, taking in this information. “That's enough time to figure something out. Just going to need you to relax for me there, sweetheart. Let your mate take care of you.”
He kisses me, and I think it's more of a diversion tactic than anything, and it works because I forget about anything except forthe way it feels to taste him against my mouth. I get lost in letting my hands wander, in feeling his hands on me, and then when he slides the tip of himself into my body, all I can do is widen my legs further and welcome him in.
It's far too easy to take him in. I broke my own hymen years ago, because I knew from a young age I never wanted to give that to a man. So, there's nothing stopping him from continuing until he can't anymore. His knot is just a hint at this point, something that I know is going to only grow as his body gets more worked up, and my wolf is trying to claw me up internally, wanting out so that we can demand everything we need from our goddess-blessed mate.
“Wait.”
Part of me is curious to see if he actually does stop like he promised he would, but that's not the reason for the pause.
He looks down at me, questioning, but I know what I need right now.
I move my hips enough to dislodge him, and I maintain eye contact as much as I can while I flip around and get on my hands and knees. Then I sink to my elbows and tuck my hair over my shoulder, and look at him over that same shoulder, being the most vulnerable I've ever been in my life.
Presenting myself to him like this is a big step. It's putting a lot of trust in him; I’m telling him I see him as a provider, as a mate. It makes what we're doing that much more intense, that much heavier.
He runs his hands over my hips before guiding himself back inside of me, and at this angle, it's not the most comfortable, but I can see the look on his face as he loses himself in my body and I relish it.
This time I don't stop him when he gets going, I just close my eyes and let the sensations ride me, pushing myself back onto him every time he thrusts himself forward, perfecting my timing so I can meet him at the exact right moment, using him as much as he's using me.
It's easy to adjust the angle, to curve my back a slight bit to get him to hit me in a different place, and soon he's hitting me somewhere I've never felt before, and I know it's about to go down.
I start to beg him, calling his name over and over again, until my whole body clamps down on him and his knot starts to swell. Eventually he can't pull himself out because it's inflated so far, and he's lodged deeply inside of me, the knot pressing on all the sensitive nerves that I've never gotten to experience before. It's damn magical. It's like the longest, most intense orgasm of my life, and every time one of us moves our hips even the tiniest bit, it tugs at our connection and throws fire down my nerves.
There's too much happening in our bodies to try and talk, so neither one of us bother with it. At some point he shifts so that we're on our sides, the unforgiving surface of the picnic table still making imprints on our skin, but it's more than worth it.
“So that happened,” I say when he's finally able to remove himself from my body. His knot took a while to deflate, going down bit by bit slowly, and now I feel strangely empty without him.
He sits up and leans over me, placing a tender kiss on my mouth. “And it's going to happen some more later.”
He stands up and gets dressed, and I guess I'm left to fend for myself as he runs inside.
As soon as I get off the table, there's mess running down my leg, and it's an uncomfortable feeling. I don't want to put myself inmy clothes like this, so I just scoop them up and make my way inside. Might as well just take a shower at this point.
“Oh, I was running inside to grab paper towels for you. Here,” he says, extending a small stack of them as he meets me in the doorway.
“I'm just gonna hop in the shower. You wanna throw that chicken on the grill?”
He nods, and I get the feeling that things are awkward between us now. I don't know why, other than that we had an amazing time and he didn't mark me. Didn't even seem tempted to bite me, despite flapping his gums on the contrary beforehand.
Is that normal?
These thoughts plague me as I wash off my body thoroughly, making sure to scrub my skin raw. I feel more like myself when I get out. Then I bring myself back outside, only to find he's sitting in a chair and already eating.
I try not to be disappointed that he couldn't wait for me, but I know my smile is off when he looks at me apologetically and tells me he was really hungry.
I find that I'm actually not. I take a couple bites, eat some of the salad I threw together that he found in the fridge, but food is just not what I want right now.
“I did something wrong, didn't I?”
I push my plate away from me and dab the corner of my mouth with one of the paper towels that was in his hands earlier, feeling some way about that. Gathering my thoughts, I cross my legs and tuck a hand in between them. “You're just being weird now.”
“I'mbeing weird? How so?”
I grab the iced tea he thought to pour for me and take a few sips to clear my throat. “Well, as soon as we were able to pry ourselves apart, you kind of just took off and left me there, for starters.”
