Page 36 of Bullied Mate

“Go on,” I jabbed playfully. “Beg for it.”

Her eyes snapped up to meet mine. “Please, sir. Let me have it.”

With eyes like those, how could I possibly deny her? I tapped the edge of her lower lip with the head of my cock, hissing when the tip of her tongue lashed out to trace the opening. Fluid beaded right after her tongue retreated, and I couldn’t deny her lips any longer. They encircled the head, encompassing me perfectly and lapping away whatever fluid dared to appear.

She had me entranced. And while her careful attention to my cock was welcome, I needed to pin her to this tree and pound her into submission.

Even if it meant the tree got knocked over in the process.

“Get up,” I commanded firmly. When she didn’t respond, I took her chin. “I said,get up, Galanthia.”

In seconds, she was a whimpering mess. She eagerly followed instructions and waited, bracing herself against the tree’s trunk to steady her feet. She’d certainly need to get a grip soon, given what I was about to do to her.

I threaded my fingers through her hair, admiring the golden tendrils laced with my fingers as I brushed my lips against her mouth. “Wrap your legs around my waist.”

“But, Avi—”

I tugged on her hair. “Now.”

Her obedience followed, and I surged my cock through her slit, giving her engorged bud enough attention to drive her wild. As she hooked her ankles at my lower back, I nudged my arms under her shoulders and pivoted toward her, watching her features twist as I sank the head of my cock into her hot entrance. She shifted from shock to pleasure, surrender blooming right after and gifting me the beautiful view of her smile.

Stars couldn’t have shone brighter than her glistening eyes. They rolled up and disappeared as I fully submerged, a soft coo drifting from her lips with a shaky exhale. I nursed her lips with soft kisses as I reared back and returned, increasing each pump’s intensity until we were smacking together.

Unbearable pressure grew inside me. Soon I’d burst—but not before she gave herself up to me. Not a second sooner than her eruption would do. I arched into her, leaning back to get a better view of her gorgeous face, and all the shadowy details it revealed about her.

Hard-pressed concentration gave way to pure pleasure as I pounded between her legs. She clutched my shoulders while hugging me tighter to her body, making it nearly impossible to move. But I managed just fine with the tension. It only made things feel that much better as she nudged me deep into her entrance.

“Sir, can I…mayI…?”

Her words echoed her softness. “Yes, darling. Come for me.”

Heavy breathing stole whatever words she was about to release. She gave everything to me, giving up her fight against whatever was holding back her true reactions. She writhed against the tree, bucked hard against my cock, and dug her nails into my shoulders.

The pain didn’t register until she begged in heated whispers for me to come with her. I released the valve, eagerly losing myself to the gulping gasps that signaled my explosion. Every bit of me tingled in the spurting aftermath until I had nothing left. My energy was spent—and it was well worth it too.

Galanthia was always worth it.

Gravity came back into play a little too quick for my tastes. I broke our fall with a grunting laugh before yanking her back into my arms, rolling us through the tall grass and enlivening her body with girlish giggles. Her laughter danced through my brain, ignited my soul, and gave me purpose.

Actual purpose was waiting for me. If we could just get used to each other. If we could just stop arguing.

Maybe we could be together if we could figure those things out.

Chapter 12 - Galanthia

Sweet feelings resolved the irritation I had felt for what seemed like weeks. Truly, the way Xavier handled me privately could be translated to our public engagements. The same could be said for when we met each other in daylight. On the other side of the great nightly curtain, there had to be room for us to grow.

A sneaking suspicion came upon me on the way to the gym. While things had progressed beautifully, I knew that my random absences were being noted by the volunteers at large. Many of them were happy to see me back while others were reduced to whispering to each other in the corners, wearing fake smiles.

Considering my familiarity with gossip, I knew I would be subject to such things. Izdor had a bit of a mouth on him at times, and he had likely let loose some of the memories of my past. I knew the pack was in discussion about Ambersky in general, for there were a handful who had been members previously.

But the scope in which my private business was being discussed made me nervous. The morning had been spent trading texts with Raven about what we could do to put an end to the heathenry. Surely these shifters had more appealing matters that would distract them.

And hopefully, that would be soon.

My head remained high as I wandered through the main carpeted area. Mirrors lined the walls, reflecting back to me multiple copies of myself and those around me. I marched right into the room on the other side, the locker rooms that were done being tiled and needed lockers.

Inside was precisely who I had hoped to find. Xavier was erecting a few lockers with the help of Izdor, both of them so absorbed in their task that they didn’t notice my arrival. I slid into place, hauled the long set of lockers to its proper place, and clapped the dust from my hands pointedly as both of them stared at me.

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