Page 49 of Rejected Forced Mate
She didn't reply, instead rising up, and I watched in awe as she wrapped a hand around my shaft and guided me inside her. She was so wet that she had no problem sinking down onto my cock, her head falling back as a low, guttural moan spilled past her lips.
Fuck, she was beautiful. An impossible, perfect goddess that I didn't fucking deserve, but I certainly wasn't going to give up.
She moved, bracing her hands against my chest, her fingers curling against me as she rocked her hips. She started slow, but as she found the perfect rhythm, she chased her pleasure with abandon. Sage dug her nails into my skin, ridingme like a woman possessed. Her head was tilted back, the graceful line of her neck exposed, gorgeous tits bouncing.
I reached up to drag a thumb over her nipples, and she hummed in approval.
Being inside of her was heaven, and each movement of her body against mine drove away the doubts and pain that had plagued me since the day I'd walked away from her. This was where we belonged. Together.
"Noah," she chanted my name, her pussy walls fluttering around my cock the closer she got, "Noah, I'm so close."
Instinct took over, and I moved quickly, sitting up and flipping her onto her back. Sage cried out in surprise, and then she was gasping as I pistoned into her with single-minded intensity. When my hand moved between us to find her clit, swollen and begging for attention, her muscles went taut, back arching.
"That's it, beautiful," I murmured, leaning down and kissing the side of her neck, "Come for me, mate."
Her climax took her over, and I could feel the waves of it washing over her. Sage's cries were muffled by my lips, but it was the best damn thing I'd ever heard. Sage was a wild thing, uncontained, and I loved it.
I didn't realize just how close I was until she clenched around me, her pussy fluttering around my cock. My balls were aching, and then I was spilling deep inside her, coating her inner walls and marking her once more as mine. My woman. My mate.
"Fuck, Sage," I wanted to stay inside of her, but I carefully pulled out to avoid knotting her and rendering us both frozen in place until my knot went down. Instead, I gathered her body,glistening with sweat, against mine, savoring the simple victory of having her there with me.
Reality eventually settled back over us like a dark cloud, even as I pulled the blanket up to cover us, reluctant to let the moment end. I spoke before I could really think about it, the beast inside of me desperate to know what happened next.
"Stay," I breathed, kissing her cheeks, her hair, "Tonight. Always."
Sage went rigid, and for a moment, I was sure I'd fucked things up. But she continued to caress my chest as she spoke, "Don't pressure me. Not now."
Fuck. That wasn't the answer I wanted, not by a long shot. "Sage. Mate. Fate—"
"I know, Noah! Fate this, fate that," she snapped, then softened, "Look, I...care for you, Noah. Part of me wants to stay. A big part. But you have to let me make my own decisions."
In my head, I knew there was no way I was letting her go. I'd lock her in the house if I had to. Hell, I'd take her and run somewhere far away to keep her at my side. But as long as she wasn't going to leave immediately, there was no harm in giving her the words she wanted to hear at that moment. "Okay. Okay. I'll give you time."
"And cancel the fight with Joe."
That, I couldn't give her, "I can't. I can't back down without looking weak."
"But—"
I kissed her, swallowing the rest of her plea. "We're not talking about this anymore." "This isn't over," she warned.
"Oh, believe me," I replied, "I have no doubt."
There were a lot of things unsaid between us, but I didn't care. She was with me, in my bed, and that was all that mattered.
The rest would fall into place, one way or another.
***
Long after Sage fell asleep, I slid from the bed and found my phone in the pocket of my jeans, which had been thrown across the room in our desperation to get undressed. Fucking my mate, and then holding her in the afterglow, had made me sure of a few things.
First, I loved Sage.
Second, I needed to remove Joe from the equation as soon as possible. If he were gone, there would be no one to take her back to her old pack. I didn't care if he returned to Brokenclaw territory battered and bruised or in a coffin, as long as he was far away from Sage.
After checking the clock, I text Cal, "Tell Joe we'll have our fight at the sparring grounds tomorrow morning. 6 am. Don't tell anyone else."
If everything went the way I hoped, Joe would be defeated and gone by the time Sage woke up. She'd be undoubtedly pissed, but after the night we spent together, I knew our bond was strong enough to weather the storm.
