Page 31 of Demon Rejected
Her pale skin glowed from the inside. She was the beacon of light my soul searched for all my life, my harbor in the madness. My fingers trailed over her jaw. Her beautiful eyes looked down. Long dark lashes covered her cheeks. This woman was perfection. If the Moon Goddess descended to Earth, she would bow in front of Scarlett’s beauty. Every curve of her body was made for my hunger and desires. The birds and crickets of the night sang a dark song made just for us. My heart was beating twice, once inside my chest and then even harder inside my throbbing cock. There was no blood left inside my brain. It was as if my wolf and my primitive urges still controlled me. Her scent, the way she looked at me with the deep blue eyes that changed color depending on her moods, her naked body pressed against me.
Damn.
I’m lost, and I don’t want to be found.
A small voice inside my head kept telling me that I’m too old for her, that it’s all wrong, but I choose to ignore it. This was my Little Flame. We had the blessing of Mother Moon, with only the cool autumn night witnessing our connection.
Her lips brushed against mine, allowing a deep guttural moan to escape my mouth.
One heartbeat later, I pinned her to the ground, feeling her soft, warm body shivering under me.
“I’ll kiss you in a way that will melt the darkest corners of your soul," I whispered to her. She moved under me.
“Stop talking and kiss me already."
That was all I wanted to hear. My fingers got lost inside her silky long flaming hair. My Little Flame was tempting like a nymph, an Earth Goddess, as she lay on the ground with only grass and leaves serving as sheets.
Just watching her move and reading the wonderful kaleidoscope of emotions on her face was making me moan. My lips found her. I imagined kissing her slowly, taking my time to warm her. She had another opinion. Her lips pressed against mine, invading my mouth and melting my last opposition. She was sweet and hot at the same time. Kissing her naked was not only an act of wild desire. It also became an act of restraint because her wet lips rubbed against my hardness. My cock slipped between her folds, rubbing her clit. It was like playing with fire. I had my flame in my arms.
We kissed each other into a frenzy, her fingers inside my hair pulling me closer and my cock burning and throbbing to fill her.
“I’m going to drive you over the edge, make you lose control, and, when you think you can’t resist anymore, then I’ll fill you up to the brink."
Scarlett opened her eyes as I whispered to her and looked at me. “I’m glad that my first time is happening with you."
The world started to spin again. My Little Flame was a virgin? That information changed so much. She was so flirty, so sensual. I assumed a young woman as beautiful as her had prior experiences. Knowing she wanted me to be her first changed everything. I’m not good enough for her. My past is dark and twisted, and it can catch up with me any day now. She looked at me with so much love and desire. I was breaking. It hurt.
The mating bond meant that she would be connected to me forever if I made love to her. Scarlett deserved better than being tied down with a shifter that was old and broken. There was an entire world that she should explore and enjoy.
My body didn’t stop reacting to her, but I couldn’t do this. This was a gift that should be shared with someone worthy. Instead, the amount of blood that had touched me made me unworthy of such a goddess.
“Scarlett, I didn’t know that it’s your first time."
She pressed her lips against mine, wanting to kiss me. Her desire floated toward me, setting me on fire like a pile of dry wood struck by lightning.
“Do you mind?"
Her eyes opened, fear and sadness written all over her face. She didn’t need me anymore. If I choose to make her stay, she will, but for how long until she will resent me for taking her freedom of choice. What I was about to do hurt me more than it will hurt her, my Little Flame will have other chances to happiness, but for me, she was probably my only, my last.
“I’m used to women that have more experience. Don’t get me wrong, but I have no intention to teach you how to fuck, too."
I watched myself being this colossal asshole. I watched her expression changing from sweet and trusting to an image of frozen pain.
“Don’t say this, Matt, please."
“I just did. Do you think that I plan on becoming your daddy or something? Do you think I’m interested in becoming the mate of an inexperienced batshit crazy wolf like you? Please."
Scar was sitting now, kneeling. She watched me pushing her away. Each word hurt her deeper. Each word ensured she won’t ever talk to me.
“You’re not a real wolf. Your mama was right. You’re a Demon, and I reject the mating bond. Scarlett, I reject you!"