Page 50 of The Mating Game
“I’m sorry,” I tell him. “I didn’t—”
“I know you didn’t,” he assures me. “I know.”
That same heat ratchets even higher, the throbbing in my core damn near painful. I grit my teeth, shifting slightly and gasping when I feel Hunter hard between my legs.
“Sorry,” he grits out. “I can’t help it.”
I swallow thickly, trying to shift away but only managing to rub against him again, causing us both to groan.
“I could…” He shudders beneath me. “I could help you.”
My skin feels like it gets tighter around my bones as a cramp tears through me. “You…could? Like last time?”
I feel the ghost of his fingertips skirt along my thigh, so warm despite the chill in the air.
“I don’t want to take advantage of you,” he says. “But you could…you could use me.”
I can’t help it; I rock my hips once—justonce—gasping when I feel something long and hard between my legs. I realize that I’m absolutely drenched, and there is no way Hunter doesn’t feel it. Not when I’m two steps away from riding him.
“It feels like I’m taking advantage ofyou,” I groan.
He shakes his head. “Just because it’s instinct drawing you to me…doesn’t mean I don’t want it.”
Oh.That makes me shiver all over.
“What if we just—” I let out a shuddering breath. “No sex. Just…just touching. Maybe that will…help it not get too complicated.”
I watch his eyes darken even further, the pupils swallowing up his irises until there’s almost nothing left of them.
“You mean”—his nails bite into the softness of my thighs right as his hips tilt to let the hard length of him grind against my aching core—“like this?”
I throw my head back with a gasp, my eyes fluttering shut as sparks course through me. It’s the basest level of satisfaction I’ve ever felt, like a desperate need that’s being met to the fullest. I nod dazedly, chasing after the motion with another rock of my hips.
“Just like that,” I rasp. “Again.”
Even as the fire tears through my body, threatening to consume me, the feel of Hunter beneath me, the clash of his own heat—allof it has me careening into some higher plane where nothing feels real and yet everything feelstooreal.
We find a rhythm—I rock my hips to meet the rolling of his, each slide of his cock along my slick folds sending sparks across my skin and deep in my belly that take me even higher.
And then he opens his mouth and sends me right into the stratosphere.
“Fuck,look at you,” he grinds out. “You look so pretty riding me.” His hands curl around to grip my ass, pulling me down harder against his cock until I’m gasping for breath. “That’s it,” he croons. “That’s a good omega. Use me. Take what you need.”
And I do, I fuckingdo. In a display that is more wanton than anything I’ve done in my entire life, I start to undulate my hips faster and faster, chasing the relief I know he can give me. Like this, I can feel every ridge, every hard inch of him—and every touch only makes me want more. I grind down against him again and again, shutting my eyes tight to focus on the feeling of him, on the raw power he exudes. He’s sobig. Everything about him seems to call to this part of me that I never knew existed, almost as if simply being near him forces that part of me to wake up, to take notice of him.
“Fuck,” he grunts. “I’m going to come if you keep doing that, Tess.”
I nod frantically, because I want it. I want to know that he’s as lost to this as I am.
“Please,” I manage, my voice no more than a whimper.
“You want my cum?”
I brace myself against his chest, digging my nails into the hard muscle of his pecs until he hisses with it. “Yes.”
He grips me tighter, forcing me to roll against him even faster than before, and the delicious friction of his cock sliding along my clit has me shaking, has my entire body strung tight like a bowstring. And it’s so close, it’sright there, and I—
“Oh.”
