Chapter 13
ROY
Fuck, she felt like heaven. Her sweet pussy clenching around me as if trying to milk the cum from my body. As if it knew that it needed to be filled. To be bred.
I growled because those thoughts were so feral, so fucking perfect, I was going to nut right then and there. One thrust, and I’d come.
I fucked her thoroughly, my hips rolling as I slapped my hips into her. Her ass jiggled each time.
But she didn’t even know I was her mate. She didn’t even know I was a shifter. There was no way she’d go for having a pup right now.
Now, I’d saturate her with pleasure. Get her addicted to my dick, as much as I couldn’t live without her pussy.
So I showed her what it would always be like between us. She’d know it was my job to pleasure her. I wouldn’t give her just one little orgasm. No, she’d come over and over again with me.
I’d pound her into the mattress.
She’d feel me for days.
I’d get her clit so sensitive that she’d whimper if she wore panties.
Okay, I wasn’t going to last. I couldn’t. Reaching around, I found her overworked clit again and gave it even more attention. This time, a pinch between my thumb and pointer finger.
“Roy!” she cried as she flung her head back.
Her walls rippled as she came, and there was no hope for me. I was lost in my mate. My fangs dropped, and I saw her bare neck, sweaty and with her dark hair sticking to it.
There. That was the spot.
I dropped forward, one hand by her head holding me up. I got closer to where my wolf wanted to bite.
Do it, my wolf begged. Mark her.
No!
Not like this. Not without her knowing.
But it will bond her to us forever.
Fuck, I wanted that.
No!
She must choose me. Us. Soon.
Soon.
With my wolf appeased, I gave into the pleasure I found in Brooke. Cum shot into the condom as I lost my mind at how fucking good it felt.
I pulled out, and Brooke slumped onto the bed, boneless.
I fell to my back beside her, my hand settling on perfect ass cheek. I had to keep touching her as we recovered. I had no idea how long I stared at the ceiling before Brooke said, “I need clothes.”
I grunted in reply because she really didn’t, in my wolf’s opinion. He was happy with her naked. Forever.
“I have no idea where my panties went–”
I did, right into my jeans pocket.
“–and my skirt is ripped.”
I didn’t say anything for a minute.
“Oh!”
I bolted upright and flew out of bed, looking around the room for the threat to my mate. “What? What’s the matter?”
Brooke laughed as she pushed up on her forearms.
“Nothing. I have a gym bag in my car. It’s got spare clothes in it because I go to yoga class right from work.”
I exhaled and let my shoulders relax. My wolf, too. “Fuck, you had me losing my shit over yoga clothes.”
The thought of my mate in skin tight leggings and a snug top made my dick hard again. The way Brooke was eyeing the involuntary action only made it harder. Except if I could see her in that outfit, then every other man in Denver could, too. I’d leave a trail of broken necks across the city.
“It’s still in the parking garage,” she continued, not caring about my internal freak-out. “Think it’s safe to go down there and get it?”
The thought of the men shooting at her the day before got rid of the hard on.
“I’ll go.” I set my hands on my hips. This was a good thing. While I was out of the room, I’d go down the hall to the penthouse where the fuckers were staying and kill them all. That made me and my wolf happy. “You stay here.”
She pushed up to sit, and she was bare to the waist. Damn, I was going to have to fuck her again before I went.
She smiled. “Where can I go in a hotel robe?”