Page 47 of Rejected Wolf Mate
“I’m glad she’s settling in. Brixton’s a good place. Now come on.” His hand went to my shoulder, and he steered me toward the stairs. “I think our bedroom is a good place to take a break. Don’t you?”
Heat raced through me, and I shivered beneath his touch. “I think that sounds perfect,” I purred.
We walked to the room, Rand’s hand never leaving me until he turned to close the bedroom door. The instant it was shut, he pulled me toward him.
“You look incredible,” he said, hands running down my sides, gripping my waist and holding me in place. “I just wish this had happened years ago. We could have had so much more time together.”
“If things had turned out different, you may never have become a Silver Wolf,” I pointed out. “And think of all the good you’ve done for the world because of that.”
His hand brushed a strand of hair from my face, looking intently at me. “I would have given it all up for you,” he muttered, then brought his lips down to me.
Electricity ran through me as his mouth pressed against mine. My hands gripped his biceps, and they rippled beneath my fingers.
“You have no idea how badly I want to rip this dress off you,” he growled, eyes raking up and down my body.
I raised an eyebrow, the faintest trace of a smirk playing across my mouth. “I don’t see anything stopping you,” I countered.
His eyes glinted with lust and hunger. With a snarl, he spun me around and yanked down the zipper with so much force, I heard a loud tear as it reached the bottom. He turned me back to face him and tore at the bodice, ripping the straps away from my shoulders and tearing the neckline so one breast spilled out.
He grabbed my breast, thumb flicking my nipples, smiling as my back arched and my eyes fluttered shut. I let out a soft moan of need. As the electricity jolted through my body, sending new cries of longing running through me, his other hand found my other breast, ripping the dress even further and making it puddle to the floor around my ankles. I watched his reaction, smirking wickedly as he realized I wasn’t wearing underwear.
“If I didn’t know any better, I would say you wanted me to take this off,” he growled.
“I don’t know what the hell you’re talking about.”
My fingers found his pants button, and I began unfastening them, needing him in a way that I never had before. My wolf growled with desire, and all I could think about was him and the way his cock felt when he slammed it inside me.
His pants fell to the ground, and his cock sprung forth, twitching with eagerness. My fingers ran up and down the shaft, caressing it, teasing it before I wrapped them around it. He groaned as I began pumping, head moving back.
As I stroked his cock, his own hand went between my thighs. He growled in approval as he felt the wetness there. He ran his fingers along the slit, teasing me, flicking tantalizingly across my clit before moving back down. My own breathing shallowed as he continued to toy with me, and I struggled to keep up a steady rhythm as his fingers thrust inside me. I squirmed beneath his touch. His free hand ran along my spine, holding me near him while sending new shivers of craving running through my entire body with every caress.
“More,” I begged.
He slowed, teasing me as he raised an eyebrow. “This isn’t enough for you?” he growled.
I smirked. “I know what you can do,” I fired back. “I think you’re holding out on me.”
“Is that so?” The hand that had been running down my back slid further down, cupping my ass and squeezing, his other thumb pressing against my clit, making me moan, temporarily forgetting whatever I had been about to argue.
“Just fuck me already,” I begged.
His eyes glinted. “I’ll fuck you when I feel like it.”
I raised an eyebrow. “Two can play at that game.” I released his cock, giving a coy smile. “If you don’t want to keep going, I suppose we might as well get back to the party—”
Rand snarled, grabbing my wrists and hauling me over to the bed. He flung me down before clambering on top of me. One hand pinned mine above my head, locking me in place. I waited for his cock to slam inside me, but instead, he crawled down, lips trailing along my stomach until his head was between my legs. He gave a feral, wicked grin, his eyes not leaving mine as he stuck out his tongue and ran it along my pussy, watching for my reaction as it slid across my clit. I groaned at the sensation, closing my eyes and savoring the growing need.
I squirmed in delight as I felt his mouth moving from my clit to my vagina. A minute later, his tongue jammed inside me. My eyes flew open, and I gasped. My toes curled, and my hips bucked with pleasure. That flame between my legs burned with an intensity I hadn’t realized was possible.
His hand went to my stomach, pressing me down and holding me in place as I writhed in ecstasy, feeling myself growing closer to that edge. Before I knew it, I realized I was on the precipice, about to fall over.
I screamed as the orgasm slammed into me, more intense than I could have imagined. I groaned as he continued to taste my juices, tantalizing me even as I shattered over and over again. Finally, my panting subsided, though my heart was still pumping. But when I looked down at him, that fire reignited at the hungry look in his eyes, and I realized he was nowhere near done with me. He smirked, seeming to read my mind as he clambered back on top of me, his chest pressing me into the bed, holding me captive. His mouth caressed my collarbone, trailing upward and adding fuel to the rekindled fire already burning hotter inside me. I needed him inside me, to fill me.
His lips pressed against mine at the same time as he thrust inside me. I cried out into his lips, the sound muffled as he pumped in and out of me, filling me. My body cried out, craving more, needing more of him.
His thumb went to my clit, flicking against it in time with his thrusts. He smirked as I gasped and moaned and writhed beneath him, the fire and pleasure building inside me. I groaned, toes curling, eyes fluttering shut as the pleasure built inside me. I knew I wouldn’t last long as the need and pleasure grew and grew. I held onto it, savoring the flame, wanting to hold onto it for as long as possible, not wanting the sensation to fade away and knowing that eventually I would break regardless.
I exploded between two thrusts, screaming, my hips bucking as I rode that wave, muscles contracting as the pressure released and spilled over. He kept thrusting as the pleasure raced through me, sending new spasms of delight and need rippling through me. After another long moment, I heard him grunt, and his cock spasmed inside me as he finished. A moment later, his pumps slowed. He hovered above me, cock still inside me, as he bent down to kiss me, brushing a strand of hair from my face as he slowly slid out.