Page 35 of Rejected Forced Mate
The beast inside me was feral, and I wanted everything my mate had to offer me. The orgasm he had given me with his mouth had quenched the fire somewhat, but there was a pounding deep inside of me, a drumbeat that wouldn't be assuaged until I'd been knotted by my Alpha.
Aching need washed over me at the thought, and I needed to be filled more than ever. "I need you now, Noah. Right. Now."
"I know, sweet mate." his hands never stopped touching me, stoking my inner fire higher and higher. "And you'll have me."
He leaned back enough to pull his shirt over his head, and I was momentarily distracted but just how damned beautiful he was. Noah's body was like a work of art, scars interrupting the dusting of chest hair from the fights he'd been in, the lines and dips of his muscles making my mouth water.
I sat up, wanting to explore every inch of him, and ran my fingertips across the broad planes of his shoulders, down his chest and stomach, and then I reached for his cock.
He was everything I had imagined, thick and heavy, with soft skin over hard iron. The tip was leaking, and the fluid made my touch slick, allowing me to move faster. Noah's breathing grew ragged as I stroked him, his hips thrusting up against my palm, and I knew he wanted me just as badly as I wanted him.
"Enough," he said suddenly, pushing me down onto the bed again, and his mouth was back on mine, "I'll finish in you. That's the only place I'm coming tonight."
A thrill went through me, and I wrapped my legs around his waist, "Fuck me. Fill me up."
My mate chuckled, all confidence and cockiness, "You have no idea what you're asking for, or how good I'm about to make you feel."
Noah leaned back again, taking his cock in his fist and lining it up with my entrance. I'd raised myself up on my elbows, needing to see as he sank into me for the first time, but Noah was in no hurry, even if I was.
He took the blunt head of his cock and slid it over my clit, mimicking how he would move when he was finally inside of me, and my toes curled at the sensation. The pleasure was sharp and electric, but an emptiness was still thumming inside me. I needed more.
I'm not ashamed to admit I begged, cupping my own breasts and pinching my nipples as he thrust himself over my sensitive bundle of nerves over and over until I came again, sharp like the crack of a whip. I panted, whimpering, and rolled my body against him to get more contact. More. I needed more.
While I was still in the throes of my climax, Noah gripped my hips, slid his cock lower, and finally gave me what I had been aching for, filling me up in one smooth stroke while I was still coming apart. The sensation was almost too much, and it made my orgasm start all over again, rolling through me like one long aftershock as he settled his hips against mine, fully sheathed inside my pussy.
Finally, I was full, and the empty space inside of me was satisfied. I revelled in all the sensations, back arching off thebed, pussy stretching around him, riding that line of pain and pleasure.
Noah growled, his eyes locked on where his cock was disappearing inside of me. "God, Sage. Look at you. Taking all of me."
He was still, and I could tell he was holding himself back, trying to make sure that he didn't hurt me. As much as I loved the feeling of him inside of me, and adored how patient he was, I knew that neither of us would be satisfied with anything less than his knot.
"More," I begged, lifting my hips and pressing into him, hands grabbing at his shoulders, "Please, Noah. Knot me."
He groaned, gripping my hips tighter, and started to move. He wasn't gentle, his strokes rough and demanding. Each time he bottomed out, it felt like he was splitting me open in the best way, and I clung to him, meeting his movements and trying to draw him deeper.
"So wet," he growled, his forehead dropping to mine, "You feel so fucking good, Sage. Fuck. My sweet mate. I've waited so long for this."
His words made my heart clench, and the emotions bubbling up within me threatened to spill over. It was hard to stay in the moment; every sensation, every feeling ratcheted up as high as they could possibly go because of my heat, and I was spiraling.
But then Noah hiked my legs over his shoulders one by one, changing the angle, and making it so he could lean over and slant his mouth against mine. He kissed me, grounding me, bringing me back to reality until there was nothing else in the world except his cock pistoning into my pussy and his tongue gliding against mine.
"More," I begged, digging my nails into his skin, "Fuck, Noah."
He kissed me harder, his rhythm increasing, and then his knot started to swell at the base of his cock, and it was everything I needed.
"One more time, Sage," he demanded, "Come one more time for your Alpha. Let me feel you."
His knot rubbed against my g-spot with every thrust of his hips, and I was teetering on the edge of something monumental. Shakin and gasping for breath, I dug my nails into the flesh of his shoulders, holding on for dear life. "Knot me, Alpha."
Noah's thrusts turned jerky, and he bit the side of my neck, just hard enough to make me yelp as his teeth grazed my scent gland, and the sensation had a ripple effect, pushing me over the edge. The pleasure was all-consuming, my magic flashing over both of us, every piece of me taut as I shuddered through the orgasm. I sobbed Noah's name as his knot swelled inside of me, locking us together.
"So fucking perfect," he rasped, "You're mine, mate."
One by one, my muscles started to relax as the last wave of my orgasm rolled through me. He was mine, and I was his. There was no denying it.
We were stuck like this until his knot receded, and I had never felt so sated, the fog of heat having lifted from my mind. Finally, I could think clearly.
"Are you okay?" Noah peppered kisses along my neck and jaw, "Did I hurt you?"
