Page 9 of Stuck With His Mate
Angelina sinks her hand into my hair, gripping my locks and tugging on it just enough to drive me wild. My wolf growled in my head, and I echoed it aloud. She doesn’t relent, or backs down, and almost immediately she parts her lips for me, allowing me entry.
I eagerly take the opportunity to taste even more of her.
Running my tongue around her teeth, I dive in and battle her tongue into submission. She eagerly gives in after a bit of resistance, and the beast in my chest howls in triumph, pleased at this meager victory.
My hand on the small of her back drifts down to firmly grip her ass, and my fingers sink it. Every part is soft and warm.
My exploration drew more pleasant sounds from her as she wrapped her legs around my waist. Her skin is soft everywhere and I want to taste it, nibble on it, and run my tongue over every inch of it.
Pressing my hard length into the junction of her legs, Angelina reacts by grinding into it. She tightens the grip her hands have on both my hair and shirt as she does so.
Without conscious thought I find myself moving to sit on the couch, with Angelina still holding on to me.
Now situated firmly in my lap, my crotch presses closely against hers and the sensation drowns everything else out when she starts moving. My now-free hands run all over her, feeling every bit of her, from her legs to her thighs, to her waist and finally up to her breasts.
Lifting up her t-shirt, I pepper her cleavage with kisses and caress her back with my other hand at the same time.
I had smelt her arousal coming off her, and now I can see it too. Her puckered nipples which had previously strained against the fabric of her shirt were now exposed to my gaze, and what a sight they are. Slightly upturned, they are a dark pink just a couple of shades darker than the surrounding areolas. Swollen and hard enough to cut glass, they practically beg to be kissed.
Tilting my head, I capture one in my mouth, and Angelina sighs in what I would think was contentment if she didn’t increase the pace with which she was rubbing herself against my bulge.
Angelina uses her grip on my head to push me into her bust, and her open enthusiasm excites me.
“Suck on them. Please Williem…. I need it” She pleads, by her frantic pace, increased breathing, and heart rate, I can tell she is close to her peak.
“Mmmhm… I will, baby.” I am sure I normally would oblige in an instant, but I want to take my time right now. I tease her nipple, first rolling my tongue around it, licking around her flushed and darkened areola, before I apply suction to her hard nub.
Her body responds magnificently. My body begins to do the same, with my canines starting to grow out, eager to mark her as if she were my mate.
Like ice-cold water doused on me, this need to mark her completely shocks me out of my arousal. I should only want to mark my mate, and as much as I might want her, Angelina was human, and lycans didn’t have humans as mates, especially not an alpha. It just didn’t happen.
Shame courses through me at the thought of the extent to which I was about to betray my true mate, by marking a human, and so I gently pushed Angelina off me, settling her on the couch.
“I'm sorry. I shouldn’t have kissed you, or forced you to….” I start to say, but she cuts me off.
“What’s wrong?” She asks. Confusion is written on her face, because of how abruptly I ended the kiss.
“You didn’t force me to do anything Williem. Hell, I started kissing you more times than you did me.” She continues, but it doesn’t help, because even as she speaks, my gaze is drawn to her swollen and red lips, and still hard nipples; poking through her shirt, resulting in another rush of arousal in me.
The arousal is followed by more shame at the fact that I can’t even muster the will to stop these desires, and I am disgusted with myself.
Angelina catches a glimpse of my face, and she lets out a gasp. I wish I could explain but I couldn’t tempt fate by spending more time with her like this and so I quickly leave.
I will not betray my mate.
Chapter 3
Williem
“Two on your six Lake” I mumble under my breath, confident that my sentinel can hear me regardless.
“I can see them boss,” Lake reports.
“Me too. Approaching them now” Judd rejoins, and I immediately leap off the branch I’m perched on, intent on diving right into the fray and killing these rogues.
I pivot sharply as I land, unsheathing the sword strapped to my back, dodging a wild swipe of claws and taking out the nearest rogue in one fluid move.
I swipe back with my claws fully extended, I want to cause as much damage as I could, and by the howl and whimper it let out as I took out an eye, I knew I had done so.