Page 22 of Outcast
His hands went around to grip my ass firmly, slowly moving me up and down as my arms wrapped around his neck, sealing our chests together.
I found myself craving more, if that was even possible, and I raised up onto my knees slightly before slamming myself down onto him fully. A harsh cry slipped through my mouth at how deep I felt his thick cock inside me.
It was the most glorious feeling in the world. Not only the physical sensations, but the physical sensations combined with the pleasure that came from knowing that not only did this person own your body and soul, but that you could trust them to take care of both.
The passion that infused the moment left me breathless, and I felt a lone tear track down my face.
I wasn't alone anymore with my wolf and my mates by my side.
Increasing my pace, I frantically rode him, desperately wanting that moment of bliss. Our bodies slapped against each other, our joint moans filling the air, and soon I felt myself clenching onto his cock at my precipe.
"Fuck, Milo. I'm so close." My voice sounded like a plea, and it was.
He delivered.
Reaching around me, he pushed his sweatpants all the way off and lowered his back down to the ground. His hands moved to my hips, holding me up slightly as his knees came up behind me, his feet flat on the ground. My confusion held me immoble for a brief moment until he began to move.
He slammed up into me, hitting deeper inside of me in this position, and his hands gripped my hips tightly. Increasing his pace, he left me no time to breathe as my climax built up to its precipice, continuously driving his cock into me until I shattered around him.
"Fuck!" I screamed as shockwaves blew through me, and my wolf howled in my mind. Milo grunted moments later as he stilled and spilled his seed into me. He thrusted slowly a few times before lowering his legs to the ground and smiling up at me.
I felt like I was floating in the clouds, close enough to touch the moon back at Selene's home. Bliss flooded my system, and I collapsed down onto his chest, his arms quickly wrapping around me as he kissed the top of my head.
"Holy shit," I breathed out shakily.
A shiver went through me as he traced his fingers lightly against my back. "I'm not done with you yet, Kira."
Chapter Ten
Seth
When I toldKira that I wouldn’t allow anyone to harm her, I’d conveniently left out that Jameson was also included in that. I didn’t give a shit if he was my lifelong best friend. No one discarded my mate like she was a piece of garbage, leaving her in broken pieces on the floor.
A burning inferno of rage had stewed inside me from the moment I walked in and saw her crumbled on the ground in a puddle of anguish. I’d tried to hold it in, so as to not scare or concern her over what I planned to do. She had needed me to be a pillar of strength for her in that moment, not a loose cannon hell bent on taking out anyone in my path.
I already struggled internally with the memories of watching others bully her and doing nothing to stop it. If I could beat the shit out of myself, I would.
Fuck, I deserved it.
At the time, with how little attention I had paid, I’d thought the whole dynamic was simply the result of typical women’s cat fights and nothing serious. Definitely not something worth getting in the middle of and running the risk of ruining my friendship with Jameson.
He would have perceived it as interest in her and disloyalty to him—and, if I were honest, Ihadalways found her absolutely stunning. He must have seen it in my gaze, even if I’d never acted upon it. I had respected him and kept a distance from her, even though I’d always found myself drawn to her inexplicably.
But today, when I had seen the depth of her fear of the others, it brought instant remorse. It had been so much more than harmless cat fights.
No one deserved to feel like they had to constantly watch their back athome—in the very place they should feel safest. At that moment, I had decided I would protect her, even if she wanted nothing to do with me.
I was done being a guilty bystander because of my silence.
Jameson carried a deep hatred of her but had never explained why exactly. Obviously, I’d always assumed it was because of Maya's death, but I could never fathom why he thought it Kira's fault. She was a defenseless, young human. What could she have done to stop the Daimona?
My breath fell from my mouth in ragged pants as my hands continuously clenched, my nails digging into the soft flesh of my palms. Inside, my wolf was furious but also hurt. He considered Jameson pack. Family.
Kira was our mate though, and she would always come first now.
I made the walk to the alpha's cabin in no time, partially because it was central to everything, but also because my wolf insisted I handle this problem quickly so we could go back to Kira.
The elders said that mate bonds weren't solidified until they were consummated. Until that happened, the wolves would feel restless and agitated.
