Chapter 19 #2
She nods in firm agreement, and I spill everything. I start with the incident at the cabin and keep going. Megan almost makes it the whole way through without interruptions, but she’s able to get herself back under control, and I’m able to finish.
We both sit in silence, and I’m slightly worried that Megan is about to blow up, but all she does is pull me into a hug. I blow out the breath I hadn’t realized I was holding and relax into my friend’s arms.
“I can’t imagine what you’re going through, or how you are even handling all this, but you aren’t alone, Kinley. You have me, Don, and it seems like the rest of the guys.”
I nod against Megan’s shoulder.
“Thank you.”
“Don’t thank me. I’ll always be here for you. But right now, I think you need your mate more. You look a little pale. Tell him to come get you, so he can sex you back to life.”
I snort, and I give her a light shove, but I do what she tells me and send Don a message.
He responds immediately, letting me know he will be right over.
While we wait, we clean up our wine glasses and Megan talks about random things that are going on with her.
It’s getting more and more difficult for me to pay attention the closer I feel Don get.
Because I do feel him, and my patience is unraveling.
Megan tentatively touches my arm, and a rumble bubbles up from my chest.
“Geeze girl, tomorrow bring him with you. It’s not good for you to be away from him, especially with your magic being this new.”
Why did she sound so far away?
Megan’s cool fingers touch my forehead.
“Goddess, you’re burning up.”
My eyes focus enough for me to glance at Megan, and I barely notice her eyes widening.
“Oh goodness, your eyes. Here, sit right here, before you fall over.”
She steers me over to a chair.
“I’ll be right back ok; don’t move.”
My breathing has become ragged. I really am getting hot. My skin itches and my clothes feel so tight and suffocating. Growls and whines escape me. Where is Don? I need him….I need my mate.
A cooling touch brings some clarity back. “Baby, I’m here. Goddess, I’m sorry, I should have come sooner.”
“Damn right you should have. You shouldn’t have left her at all. You know she doesn’t know about how it is with mates, Don. She’s flying blind.”
“You’re right.”
“Of course, I’m right. Now go, get out of here and take care of my friend.”
If I hadn’t been so out of it, I would have laughed. But all I can do is concentrate on Don’s soothing touch, his scent, his voice. He sweeps me up into his arms, and I can’t contain the growl that slips out. An answering growl rumbles under my cheek where it lays against his chest.
“Don, do you think you guys are going to make it to the hotel?”
“Shit, I don’t know.”
Unbothered by their conversation, I reach up and pull Don’s neck down to my face, breathing in his scent. He smells so good. I moan and try to climb up to get even closer, vaguely hearing him groan.
“Baby, you have to hold off on doing that; just wait a little longer.”
Not caring at all what he is saying or where I am, I twist in his arms, wrap my arms and legs around him, and grind my pelvis into him. I’m so desperate for relief.
Don curses and Megan tells him in an exasperated tone.
“Oh, just go into one of the guest rooms. I’m not going to have you crashing on the way back to the hotel. Try not to break my furniture.”
Megan must have pointed him in the right direction, because a moment later he is slamming me into a wall as he begins frantically removing my clothes. It takes me a moment to catch on, and when I finally realize what he is doing I start helping him get us both naked.
“Don… need you now,” I whine breathlessly.
He wastes no more time. Ripping my soaked panties off, he spares only a moment to line himself up to my entrance before thrusting into my drenched core.
Even as wet as I am, I can’t take him fully in.
He’s too large, but that doesn’t deter him one bit.
He growls at my tightness, working himself in and out of me, gaining further entry with each thrust.
My desperate whines grow louder before he places a large hand over my mouth to muffle my cries.
I’m beyond full, but I know that he still isn’t fully in me.
The angle is wrong and I desperately need to feel him filling me, I need to feel my body stretch for him.
I need him to own my body; I need him to be so deep, that even when he is gone, I will still feel him within me.
A growl rumbles in my chest, spurring him to thrust into me harder and faster. He takes his hand away from my mouth to grab my hip and tilt my pelvis at a better angle. His next thrust sends my neck and back arching into the wall behind me.
I don’t know I’m screaming until his hand surrounds my throat, tightening just enough to cut off my scream. I don’t even care that I’m growing light headed from the lack of oxygen. I can only cling to him and take what he gives me. And I want it all.
His growls are guttural as he hikes one of my legs up so that my ankle rests against his shoulder, and he buries himself even deeper. My vision grows hazy, black spots swimming in my periphery, when he unclenches his hand on my throat.
The oxygen that roars in my lungs is almost as glorious as the feeling of him bottoming out in me.
“Come for me, Mate. Come all over my cock. Now.”
I didn’t think it was possible for me to come on command, but I do. My release barrels through me, my mouth open wide on a silent scream as my world detonates around me.
When I blink my eyes open, I’m no longer against the wall, and Don isn’t inside me anymore. I must have blacked out for a moment because I’m now on a bed.
“What happened?” I manage to croak out.
He chuckles, but it holds a note of darkness, and when I focus on his face I notice his beast is shining brightly through his eyes.
“You came, just like I told you to. But we aren’t done. You’re going to come again and again, until you take every drop of my cum like a good little mate.”
A part of me wants to fully submit to his incredible dominance, but another part of me wants to growl and snap at him. He must see it in my eyes because he doesn’t give me a chance to fight him.
He has me flipped and pinned down with my ass in the air before I can even think to snarl at him. My attempts at wiggling out from under him just pin me further beneath his weight.
His hand burrows into my hair at the base of my neck, weaving deep, ensuring he has a firm hold. Pulling my hair, my head tilts back so my eyes meet his blazing blue depths.
“Who owns this pussy? Who is this pussy dripping for?”
His growled words make me pant and whine.
Pulling my hair tighter, my back and neck arch so far my muscles scream in protest.
“If you want my cock buried deep in you, you will answer me.”
His cock glides through my wetness, bumping into my throbbing clit, teasing me, denying me what I need.
“You…my mate.”
He gives me no warning as he thrusts fully into me, my inner muscles burning with the sudden intrusion.
“Donovan!”
He pins my face in the bedding, muffling my cries as he claims my body, burrowing himself further into my very soul as he drives deep.
Heavy breathing and the sounds of sweat slicked flesh pounding against each other fill the space. Our pleasure builds to an inferno.
I can’t do it; it’s too much. I can’t come again.
“You can, and you will.”
He smacks my ass sharply. My inner muscles clench down tightly on him, making him snarl.
“Please, I can’t!”
I’m practically wailing. My body is too sensitive, there is no way I will survive another orgasm.
Thrusting deep as he smacks my ass again, his hips flush against my ass as he rolls them against mine. Pushing into me with a mind blowing friction.
The change in sensation drives me straight to the edge.
“Give it to me.”
He groans his words against my neck. His canines lengthen, scraping against my skin, making me shiver and clench around him. He growls deeply, slowly pulling out of me until just the head of his cock is nestled in my entrance.
“Come for me again, baby.”
With a slow, powerful thrust he is seated in me again, hitting my cervix and making me cry out.
It’s a different type of pleasure, sharp and intense every time he plunges so deep that he is ramming against me.
I’m babbling with each steady thrust, my legs shaking and my back aching from the arched position I’m in.
His thrusts are so powerful that I scramble to gain purchase on something, but I can’t keep myself from sliding across the bed.
I hear his frustrated growl, before both of his arms lift me off the bed until my back is flush with his chest. I’m practically sitting on his thighs, his hips not thrusting upwards but still just as deep.
One arm bands across my breasts, his hand loosely wrapped around the front of my throat.
The other arm wraps around my waist. My body is too hot, and I need something but I can’t name it.
Don knows my body. He knows what it craves, what it requires to reach that blessed peak. He’s just taking his time, savoring this heat.
I sense how close you are, how much your body craves the madness. You’re going to submit to me, mate. Submit to me as I fill you with everything I have.
“Yes, Don! I need it, I need your cum filling me. God, I need…I need more!”
He rotates us until we are facing the headboard, loosening his hold enough to allow me to lean forward.
“Grab the headboard.”
I obey, and he gives me more.
His hips slam into me so hard and deep that I see stars. I cry out, pleading for him to not stop. My head bows between my shoulders as my arms brace my body against the onslaught.
So good…so good….So deep.
His fingers reach down to circle my clit, the rough pressure making me detonate .