Page 24 of Knot Your Pucking Mate
Despite our painful history, my heart wants Chase. It aches for him.
God, this better be worth it. He'd better not break my heart again. I’m not sure I could stand it.
“One last chance.”
Chapter Fourteen
Axel
“We’re on the front page, Mally!” I shout, sweeping Mandy into a hug as she opens her apartment door to let me in. Lifting her up, I spin us in a circle as she wraps her legs around my waist with a sweet giggle that stirs up all sorts of affectionate feelings within me.
Pushing the door shut with my foot, I carry her to the kitchen, sitting her on the counter in front of me and giving her a kiss hello. She melts into me, our kiss sweet and lingering to begin with before quickly turning into something far more passionate.
Her hands move to my hair, her fingers threading through and tugging gently on the roots. Her sweet smore’s scent bursts from her and my cock hardens, pressing against her core.
She wiggles closer to the edge of the counter, pressing harder against me while trying to find some friction. The thin material of her athletic leggings and my gym shorts means there isn’t much between us.
My mouth leaves hers, kissing a trail down her jaw and neck in the way I know she likes. Mandy moans, tipping her head back and giving me complete access.
Fuck.
The temptation to mark her is strong. It’s a battle to fight against the instinctual drive to show the world she’s mine.
I have no doubt that Mandy is my endgame. She’s perfect. Not only is she my scent match, she’s driven, funny, independent—all qualities I would search for in a mate.
But I can’t bond with her yet. She and Chase need time to work through their history and come to a place of forgiveness and acceptance.
The question isn’t whether they will. I know they will.
The question is when.
Mandy whimpers, using the grip on my hair to pull my face in closer to her neck. I bite down, hard enough that I feel theshudder run through her body, but not hard enough to break the skin.
My palm traces her body, palming her breast before moving down and finding the waistband of her leggings and slipping beneath them and her panties to find her hot, slick core.
“Axel,” she moans as I plunge two fingers inside her.
“You’re so needy for me, aren’t you, baby?” I growl in her ear. She clenches around my fingers as I pump them in and out a few times.
“Mmhmm,” she moans as my thumb strokes across her clit and her legs shake. She isn’t far from orgasm and knowing that drives me wild. My cock twitches in my shorts, and my knot starts to swell.
She lets out a noise of complaint when I tug my fingers from her.
“Steady yourself,” I demand and she obeys instantly, her hands falling from my hair and gripping the edge of the counter. “Good girl, now lift that pretty ass.”
She does as I say, and I quickly pull down her leggings and panties, tossing them on the kitchen floor, before also removing her tank and bra. She’s completely naked, her blue eyes hazy with lust as she waits for my next instruction. Her scent is stronger now, heady and alluring. Wrapping an arm around her waist, I gently lay her down on the countertop.
“Heels and ass on the edge. Spread those thighs for me.” Once again she obeys instantly, shuffling forward and doing exactly as I say and exposing her pretty pink pussy to me. Her clit is swollen, her lips wet and dripping with slick. “Good girl. Now, you’re going to play with your nipples. Tweak them while I devour this stunning pussy and then, if you’re a good girl, I’ll let you have my knot before we go skating as planned.”
Her hands fly to her breasts, palming them before pinching each nipple between her thumb and forefinger and rolling them. She moans at the contact, and that’s my undoing. I dive forward, sucking her clit into my mouth and scraping my teeth over the sensitive nub. Her back arches off the bench, and I place a hand on her stomach, holding her flat to the bench as I work on licking, sucking and nipping every inch of her soaking wet cunt. It might be cliché and overwritten, but I don’t want to waste a single drop.
“This is so much harder than I thought it would be!” Mandy exclaims as she wobbles again in her skates. I catch her around the waist right before she falls. She sighs heavily, leaning into me. “You make it look so easy.”
“The key is lots of practice and perseverance. I’ve been on the ice since I was three years old. You’re at a clear disadvantage.”
“If I could just stay upright without help, I’d be happy,” she snorts. “I’ve never been much good at sports or balancing. Mymum took me to the optometrist multiple times when I was younger because I’d constantly trip over my own feet. I can’t imagine being on skates at that age.”
I shrug, guiding her around the ice. She’ll get it if she stops thinking about it so hard. Her technique isn’t bad. “There wasn’t much choice for me. My brothers were hockey players too, so Mom signed me up. Easier for us all to have practice at the same time than entertain me on the sidelines.”
