Chapter 13
Chapter Thirteen
Ireached out and touched the rough jaw of my mate.
He knew about our status. I inhaled and tested the air, smelling nothing but truth.
It felt wonderful to brush my finger over his skin.
The heat of longing rose in both of us—from our connection, it increased my arousal.
A wondrous look came into his black eyes. I’d put that look there.
“You gonna do something with that big boy, or you just planning on teasing me?” I gestured toward the twitching dick between my thighs. My fingers brushed the head softly.
He crowded me, forcing me back against the wall.
His dominance didn’t scare me. His cock nudged against my opening, pressing forward and then retreating.
He seemed intent on torturing me slowly as he loomed over me, those midnight dark eyes of his staring down as his body took possession of mine.
Our bodies welcomed each other, just as our wolves did.
I could feel my wolf relaxing, that constant war, an itch to get out after a scary situation, needing a way to burn off the excess energy dissipating under Rowan’s love.
“I love you, Rowan. You don’t have to say it back. For wolves, it’s different than humans, but I have to say it, or I’ll explode.” I couldn’t stop the words from flowing out of my mouth any more than I could stop a hurricane.
Rowan’s mouth dropped open as if he wasn’t sure what to say, or maybe my words had shocked him. I shook my head, tears clogging my throat. “Please fuck me.”
He pulled out, despite my tight grip around him. “Holy shit, woman. I’m head over ass in love with you.” He punctuated each word with a slam of his cock into me.
I gasped, his actions were so swift and his words so startling, I couldn’t protest either of them.
The sound of wet bodies slapping increased in tempo.
My eyes watered, ecstasy and happiness combined, lighting every inch of my being and making me feel more alive than ever.
I wasn’t sure where I began, and he ended, but one thing I did know was that he was it for me.
He took control as my orgasm washed over me, his mouth latched onto my nipple, making me arch into him.
The water pounded around us, but I felt positively sheltered from it, surrounded by him as I was.
When he licked my nipple and then bit down on the tender flesh, I swore I saw stars behind my closed eyelids, like he knew just what to do to make my body come alive for him.
Holding onto control by a thread, I wanted to feel him coming with me.
I pried my eyes open, feeling him swell deep within me as his movements never ceased.
His hips slammed back and forth, swiveling, pressing me against the tile, making me feel helpless and small yet protected from the world.
When he switched to the other breast, giving it the same attention as the first, I gave up, mini quakes shaking my body.
I locked my legs around his waist, holding on for all that I was worth.
His big cock pounded inside me, and then he was kissing me. Lips and tongue plundering. I couldn’t get enough of him, couldn’t imagine a time I ever would. I slid my tongue along his, wrapped my arms around his neck as he moved his finger down my stomach.
“You’re so tight, so hot. I want to feel you come around me. Come with me.”
Trapped between the man I loved and the tile wall, I finally felt like I was home.
I had found a mate, an accidental mate who loved me and made me feel safe.
Rowan covered me from head to toe, seated to the hilt.
He pulled back and thrust back in. Over and over again.
His cock rubbed the G-spot inside while his finger brushed my clit.
He had me ready, my body primed, and my orgasm threatening to go off any moment.
“With you. I want to come with you,” I panted.
His mouth came down on mine again, his tongue seeking entrance, fucking into my mouth in the same rhythm as our bodies.
His hands on the cheeks of my ass were almost bruising, forcing me to ride the beat he set up.
My nails bit into his shoulders as the pressure built, and finally, he pushed me over the edge.
Rowan released my lips, roaring out his own release.
I felt his cock stretching me, his semen spilling inside me, and still he stayed seated deep within long after the last of his come had left his body, shudders racking us both. His hands stroked over my body.
“Did I hurt you?”
I felt pleasantly sore and a little weak from exhaustion.
However, hurt was the last thing I was. “I’m pretty sure I left deep scratches on you, babe.
” My pussy did feel a little stretched, but I was eager for more.
My hand lifted to run across his scalp. I watched his eyes close like a domesticated kitten. I laughed.
“Why are you laughing?” he mock growled.
“I just thought you looked like a sweet kitten.”
Rowan hummed. “Well, I do like to lick cream.” His tongue came out.
I giggled, then whispered his name when he dropped to his knees, placing both of my feet on his shoulders, and proceeded to show me his version of what a kitten would do.
Lying in his large bed, I thought about my best friend, Syn. Our plans had been carefully laid out until Rowan had come barreling in, or out as was the case, through the bar door. I wondered what my friend was doing and whether she was truly okay with my recent mating status.
Rowan stirred, his head rising from my chest. “I must not have done a very good job if you’re awake before me.”
A smile curved my lips. The man had more stamina than a teenage boy. “Trust me, my love, you will hear no complaints from me.”
He stroked his palm down my arm. “Then what has put those frown lines on your forehead?”
I wrinkled my nose at his description. “Puh-lease don’t tell me I’m getting wrinkles. I was just thinking about Syn.”
My mate snickered. “Again, I must not be doing a very good job if you’re thinking about someone else in my bed.”
Hiding a smile behind my hand, I ran my thigh up Rowan’s. “Wow, does someone need a little convincing he’s all that and a bag of chips?”
Rowan huffed and rolled to his back, his dick hard as a spike, almost touching his belly button. “It’s not me who needs convincing.”
I knelt, grasping his dick. “Oh, really. Who needs convincing?”
“He does.” Rowan nodded at his cock.
I couldn’t help it; I laughed out loud. “Hey, it’s not my fault. You know, most men have two brains. This one and that one.” He pointed at his head and then gripped his hand over mine, showing me the pressure he liked. “However, now I have a wolf inside me. I guess that means I have three.”
I had a feeling Rowan was going to use his manly attributes to his advantage, and I couldn’t wait.
I let him lead my hand up and down his shaft, loving how relaxed I was with him already.
A drop of pearly fluid beaded on the tip.
As I bent to taste his essence, he gripped my hair in his hand and held it back.
I turned to watch him while I swiped my tongue across the mushroom-shaped head. His flavor burst across my tongue.
“Mmmm, breakfast in bed.” I licked him.
“Flip around, and we can both enjoy a little snack.”
My stomach flipped. “I’ve never done that.” I looked up at Rowan.
I could smell her arousal, loved it, and wanted to smell it every day for the rest of my life.
I helped her maneuver over me, her perfect pussy pink and wet, her cream dripping down her thighs.
I swiped my tongue up her inner leg, capturing as much as I could before moving up to lick at her pussy.
My sweet mate took me into her mouth, trying to make me blow, but I was made of sterner stuff.
I let my tongue trace circles around her labia, loving the unique flavor.
Her tight cunt constricted as I fucked her with my mouth, her little mewling moans egging me on.
I used my thumbs to hold her open, swiping back and forth, licking at her clit in quick yet not quite satisfying motions.
Her cries and pleas went straight to my cock.
I’d planned to play with her, to extend our play.
However, Lyric had other plans. She used her mouth and hands, twisting them in tight fists, taking me to the root, all the way to the soft part at the back of her throat, and swallowing.
I pulled her farther down onto my face, spreading her thighs wider so I could fuck my tongue up into her, my chin brushing her clit, sending her hips moving against my face.
I pushed her up, dragged the flat of my tongue across her engorged clit, and pressed my thumb against her back hole, pressing down and stimulating the nerves back there.
She was on the edge, her thighs quivering.
I licked her from clit to ass, rubbing my thumb across her anus, knowing she’d never had a man there either, sucking one labia into my mouth and then the other.
Pressing one then two fingers into her pussy, curving them up, and finding her special spot.
I pulled her clit into my mouth, felt the first pulse of her orgasm strum through her, and fucked and sucked until I felt the last twitch of her body.
When she stopped squirming against my tongue, face, and fingers, I was surrounded by Lyric. Her taste, her scent, and her body. My cock was ready to burst, but I was fine with it. My mate, on the other hand, was not.
“Oh, I think you have a boo boo,” my mate murmured, and a gush of air blew across the tip of my dick.
I hadn’t even realized she’d released me.
I was ready to come within seconds of her tongue playing with my cockhead.
There were no light-sucking passes. No, my mate took me straight to the back of her throat and swallowed, her hands balanced on my thick thighs.
I couldn’t help but rub my nose in her pussy.
Over and over, she bobbed on my dick, using her tongue like she would if she were riding my cock, fucking me with her mouth.
She sucked me down again, and all coherent thought fled my brain.
“Shit, I’m going to…”
Her hand tightened on me, the other gripped my balls. Any chance of pulling out evaporated. Lyric milked me of my seed, drinking me down and then licking me clean. I felt utterly spent.
Lyric climbed off me, twisting until her head lay on my chest. “Best breakfast, ever.”
I pressed a kiss to the top of her head and then heard her stomach growl. “Come on. I think I can whip us up something else to eat.”
She made me weak in the best way possible. As I watched her get up and saw her wince, I knew I hadn’t been the tenderest of lovers, but I didn’t regret one moment. I’d just take extra care with her today and tonight. The sparkle in her eyes as she turned to look at me had me hard all over again.
“If you don’t quit looking at me like that, I’ll have your ass lubed up and take you there.”
“I’m going to take a quick shower and meet you in the kitchen in five.” She held up her hand. Heat lit up her features; arousal filled the air. It took everything in me to slip on a pair of sweats and leave Lyric in my bedroom.
Seated at my state-of-the-art kitchen counter was Syn.
I looked around, wondering how my mate’s best friend had gotten into my home.
The gorgeous woman wore a much more appropriate outfit than she’d had on the night before.
Her shapely legs were crossed Indian style on the barstool as she watched me stroll into the room.
“Thank God. I thought you two were gonna fuck like bunnies for days or some shit.” She held a paper cup from one of the local coffee shops in her hand.
I couldn’t believe I hadn’t smelled the fresh brew. “How the hell did you get in?” I pulled the fridge door open. If the woman was there to kill me, I figured she’d already have done it.
Syn sniffed. “Puh-lease, you think your little alarm system could keep one such as I out.”
Whatever else I would have said or asked was lost beneath the feminine squeals.
I wasn’t sure if I was ready for whatever trouble my mate and Syn had up their sleeves.
The image of the huge man named Bodhi popped into my head.
I was a newly mated male after all. Didn’t I deserve a honeymoon or some shit?
“I so don’t like that look, Mr. Shade,” Lyric said.
Syn clapped. “Oh my gawd. We can totally say and mean it while crowd surfing, Hey, we’re throwing Shade.”
A roaring started in my ears. “There will be no crowd surfing, mate.”
Lyric patted my head. “Yes, dear.”
I grabbed Lyric around the waist, nibbling her neck where I’d marked her. “There will be no more accidents where you’re concerned, if I have anything to say about it.”
The End
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