Page 15 of My Defiant Mate
I rock my hips, feeling the hard ridge of his cock through our jeans. The friction makes me gasp against his mouth.
"Off," I pant against his mouth, tugging at the hem of his t-shirt. "Take it off."
He pulls it over his head in one smooth motion and tosses it aside. Then his mouth is on mine again, hot and demanding, and his hands are back on me.
I run my palms over the inked lines of his chest. His skin is a canvas of art and shadows; mine is pale and unmarked. His body is lean muscle and sharp angles; mine is softer.
"What do you want?" he asks, his hands resting on my hips, his thumbs drawing lazy, maddening circles on my skin.
What do I want? I don't even know. Just… him.
"I want to feel you," I say, my voice trembling. "Inside me. I want to… I want to be in control, just for a little while."
Something flashes in his eyes—surprise, then heat, then a tender understanding that makes my throat tighten.
"Then take what you want," he says,. "Show me how you want it, omega."
A bolt of heat shoots straight through me. I fumble with his pants, my fingers clumsy but determined. He lifts his hips, helping me slide his jeans down his legs. Then he's naked beneath me, his dick thick and hard, straining against his stomach.
I stand just long enough to kick off my own pants, feeling his eyes on me the whole time. Then I'm back on the bed, back in his lap, skin against skin.
He hisses as our cocks brush. "You're already wet for me."
I am. I can feel the slick between my legs, my body getting ready for him. I should be embarrassed getting this wet, this ready, like some animal. But with him, it just feels right.
I reach between us and wrap my hand around him. The velvety heat of his cock fills my palm. He's so thick, and the thought of taking him inside me again makes my breath catch.
"Easy," he murmurs, his hands steadying my hips as I position myself over him. "Take your time."
I sink down slowly, feeling every inch of him stretch me open, the slight trembling in my thighs as I take him deeper. It burns so good. A perfect pain that makes my eyes water and I can't catch my breath.
"That's it," he praises, his voice strained. "You feel incredible."
When he's fully seated inside me, I pause, breathing through it. My hands rest on his shoulders, my fingers digging into the muscle. His hands grip my hips, not pushing or pulling, just holding me steady. His fingers press into my skin, hot and possessive.
I start to move. Tentatively at first, a slow, experimental roll of my hips. The angle is deeper like this. Each movement sends sparks of pleasure shooting up my spine.
"Look at you," Jionni says, his eyes dark with wonder. "Taking what you need. Using me for your pleasure."
His words make me bolder. I find a rhythm, lifting and lowering myself on his dick, chasing the building pressure inside me. My thighs burn, but I don't care. All that matters is this—the fullness, the friction, the way his eyes never leave mine.
"That's it," he encourages, his fingers tightening on my hips. "Just like that. Show me how you want it."
I'm completely lost. Setting the pace feels so powerful. And his face, knowing I'm making him feel this good… My head falls back, a moan escaping me as I find the perfect angle, the one that makes stars burst behind my eyelids.
My movements become frantic, less coordinated. "I can't—I need—"
"My turn," he growls, and suddenly I'm on my back, breathless. The control I fought so hard for is gone, and the relief that crashes through me is so sharp it nearly makes me come.
"Mine," he snarls, his hips snapping forward in a punishing rhythm. "My omega. My perfect, fucking gorgeous omega."
All I can do is hold on, my fingers digging into his shoulders, my legs wrapped around his waist. He's everywhere—his scent filling my lungs, his body covering mine, his cock hitting places inside me that make thought impossible.
"Say my name," he breathes against my ear.
"Jionni," I gasp.
He reaches between us, wrapping his hand around my neglected cock, stroking in time with his thrusts. His thumb swipes over the head, and I shudder beneath him.
