Chapter 23
When is this mating heat going to end?
I’m so uncomfortable. I’m hormonal, horny, and seriously on edge.
We are only an hour into driving back, and I don’t know how I’m going to last without pleading with Donovan to pull over and fuck me. This whole mating frenzy thing is really messing with my head and my body.
“You want me to pull over and fuck you?”
My head jerks to face him. “What?” I squeak out.
Don chuckles. “Baby, you’re thinking very loudly.”
Fuuuuccckkkk.
“Really?”
“Yes, love. Do you need me to pull over? Because I will if that’s what you need.”
I think about it for a brief moment, and decide that I’m going to ask for what I need.
“Can you? I’m so uncomfortable.”
He quickly nods and takes the next exit, noticeably shifting in his seat. I stare hungrily at his growing erection.
Is my mouth watering? Yes, yes it is, and I’m not ashamed.
Thank goodness we are in a heavily wooded section of the highway, and lucky for us there are frequent pull offs to allow for travelers to stop and appreciate nature. I giggle to myself. We are really about to appreciate nature.
Don parks quickly, and ever the gentleman, he ensures that he angles his truck so that anyone who passes by won’t get a look at what we are about to be doing.
I whip off my seat belt, hopping out of the truck as Don strides around from the other side.
I lick my lips as I eye his hard cock straining against his zipper.
Reaching for me, he kisses me hard before spinning and bending me over so my chest is flat against the passenger side floor board.
I gasp and moan as he pushes up against me.
“This is going to be fast and hard, baby, so hold on.”
I can’t help but wiggle my ass; I’m beyond ready for him.
He smacks my ass and wastes no time pulling my leggings and panties down to just below my knees, not allowing me to spread my legs.
“Shit, Don my tampon,” I gasp out.
“Got it.”
He pulls it out quickly, before entering me in one long hard thrust. I scream out, unable to keep myself quiet. His large hand immediately covers my mouth, muffling my needy cries.
True to his word, it’s fast and hard, and all I can do is hold on and take it as he ruts into my body. I’m almost too sensitive, but my body welcomes his brutal thrusts.
My inner beast stirs; she revels in his passion filled grunts and growls as he pushes my body to the limits. But she remains just out of reach. His hands tighten on me, the hand on my mouth barely giving me room to breathe. He can steal all my air, as long as I get to cum right now.
With a shift of his hips, his cock strikes my g-spot, and I’m a goner. We climax together, shouting our pleasure.
Our breathing is heavy as the frenzy slowly ebbs away. Don removes his hand from my mouth and gently turns my face up so his lips can capture mine in a tender kiss.
“Don’t move, I’ll get some wipes to clean up,” he murmurs against my lips.
He eases himself out of me, and I shudder as the cold air meets my bare body.
But I stay put, my ass completely exposed to the wilds, smiling a little as I think how wild my life has gotten recently.
If someone were to tell me that in just a few months I would go from single and celibate to having magic, being mated to a man that turns into a carnivorous mythical horse, and willingly having outdoor sex, I honestly would have laughed in their face.
Yet, here I am. It’s truly mind-boggling just thinking about it.
A chilly wind brushes my skin, and I shiver some more, but I don’t have to wait long before Don comes back behind me. I hear a soft growl of approval and his warm hand caresses my backside.
“I’ve certainly made a mess of you.”
He brushes cool wet wipes over my swollen flesh and goosebumps pebble my skin from the chill and pleasure. When he’s finished cleaning me, he lays a gentle hand on my ass, giving me a little squeeze before he says.
“I got your bag out so you can grab another tampon, so you don’t have to hobble over to the back seat.”
Standing up, I turn around and thank him before I dig in my bag to find what I need.
Thank goodness I always travel with period supplies.
Not finding a tampon, I settle for my back up pad.
Which is probably a better idea, because if we have to do this again at least he won’t have to be pulling more tampons out of me.
I quickly pull up my pants and, on wobbly legs, climb back up into the truck. Don gets in shortly after and looks over at me with a satisfied grin.
“Feel better, baby?”
“Yes, thank you.”
“Baby, you don’t need to thank me. If you need me, just say so. I’m happy to stop as many times as we need to, but I’m not going to be happy if you’re hurting.”
Leaning over the center console, I kiss him.
“I promise I’ll let you know if I can’t wait.”
“Good girl.”
Why did those words make my pussy clench?
“If you say things like that, we aren’t going to make it back home.”
He just smirks at me. “Put your seatbelt on, baby.”
I eye him as I do so, and then cheekily reply, “Yes, Sir.”
A hungry growl rumbles through the cab, eliciting a giggle out of me. Out of the corner of my eye, I notice him shaking his head as he puts the truck in gear and pulls out of the lot.
Settling into my seat, I remember something I’ve been meaning to ask him. “Don?”
“Hmm?” He doesn’t look over at me as he’s focused on merging back onto the highway.
“There is something that I have been wondering that just doesn’t make sense to me.”
”What’s that, baby?”
”How is this “mating” frenzy happening if I’m on my period? Doesn’t that defeat the purpose of mating?”
”Well, I’m no expert, but the mating frenzy doesn’t have anything to do with making babies. It’s about solidifying the mating bond.”
”Oh, so it doesn’t matter that I’m not ovulating?”
He chuckles. “No, baby, not at all.”
“Ok.” Seems weird to me, but I guess I’m just thankful our sexathon isn’t going to get me pregnant.
I never really thought about having babies before. When you have shitty parents, you get kind of skittish about having kids of your own. Though, the thought of having sweet little babies that look like Don does make my stomach all fluttery.
Reaching over, he takes my hand, stroking his thumb over my knuckles. “Don’t forget to let me know if you get too uncomfortable. I’m sure you are extra needy since you are bleeding as well.”
That’s definitely something I can do. I nod and give his hand a little squeeze. Cuddling under the blanket, I do kind of hope that we don’t have to stop too many times. I’m ready to be home.
“I love you, Don.” It feels good to say it and seeing his bright smile lays to rest any fears I still had.
“I love you, baby, so much.”
We have to stop two more times, much to my chagrin, before we pull into Brent’s driveway. The sun had set over an hour ago, and I can tell Don is just as tired as I am.
“Can we just sleep right here? Too tired to move,” I mumble.
“You know the guys are going to come out here as soon as they realize we aren’t coming in.”
I whimper, but find the strength to make myself get out of the truck. I trudge about halfway up the front stairs when the door opens and Cam walks out. His nostrils flare and he quickly comes towards me.
“Are you ok, Kinley? Are you bleeding?”
Ugh really, he could smell that?
Too tired to explain, I pat him on the chest. “I’m fine, Cam.”
“But I smell blood,” he inhales deeper, “and sex?”
Oh come on…seriously.
Don chuckles. Of course he would think this is funny.
“Cam, she’s fine.”
Cam makes a deep hissing sound, reminding me of a very large pissed off bird, and eyes Don.
“Did you hurt her?”
“Cam, seriously?” Don asks incredulously.
“What’s going on out here?” Aiden appears, followed closely by Brent.
“Kinley is hurt.” Cam hisses out.
“Oh my god, I’m not hurt! Cam, I swear I’m ok. Thank you for being concerned; it’s very sweet. It’s just that time of the month.” I interject quickly before anyone else can jump to conclusions.
A bright blush spreads across Cam’s face, and Aiden and Brent snort.
Too tired for this…
I push past Aiden and Brent and they both get a whiff of my scent. They both close their eyes and inhale deeply, making me grumble about no privacy, but Don growls in protest. They both give him a sheepish look.
“You can’t blame us, she smells amazing. Mating frenzy?” I say with a shrug. Because, Goddess above, she smells fucking fantastic. My beast agrees wholeheartedly, and I get a mental image of him rubbing himself all over her.
Donovan nods his head, but I notice how on edge he is. A muscle in his jaw ticks. “Yeah, it hit her pretty hard while she was with Megan. It was definitely interesting getting back. Now, if you will excuse me, I’m going to go pass out with my mate until it builds back up again.”
Donovan goes to find Kinley, and I call out to his back from the doorway, because I just can’t fucking help myself, “Hey, if you need an assist, feel free to give us a call and we can tag in.”
Donovan flips me off without even turning around. Aiden and I look at each other and laugh.
Cam, still a light shade of pink mutters, “But clan girls don’t get periods.”
That makes both of us turn to look directly at him. Aiden walks up to him and wraps an arm around his shoulders.
“Bud, don’t think too hard about it. Don’t want you to hurt that big brain of yours.”
Camden shoves Aiden and grumbles under his breath as he walks into the house.
Chuckling, I go to follow him, but I’m stopped by Aiden’s hand on my arm. My eyebrow raises in question. He gives me a stern look, and my humor diminishes.
“If you’re saying that shit to fuck with Don, you need to cut it out.” He holds his hand up to stop me from interrupting. “But I get the feeling that there is more behind it, so if that’s the case, you need to talk to Don. He needs to know if you are also getting urges from your kitty cat.”
A growl rumbles out of me. “You know we fucking hate when you call us that.”
“My bad…Tigger.”
I shove him, and give him a pointed look down at his crotch.
“What’s your excuse…puppy?”
Aiden just shrugs.
“What? They both smell like sex, and Kinley smells like Megan.”
“What is with you and witches?”
“It’s not all witches…just that one.”
I pat him on the shoulder, because I’ve seen the way he looks every time Megan is mentioned.
“Well, she’s technically single now. It’s pretty wild, though, how Kinley has been surrounded by magic this whole time and knew nothing about it. The wards around the lake house make so much sense now. I wonder if Don found out anything else useful while he was with the girls.”
He gives me a pointed look. “Stop trying to change the subject. You need to talk to Don.”
“Yeah I know, but at the end of the day, it’s still Kinley’s choice.”
“Have you talked to her?”
“Of course not. I’ll talk to Don, see what he thinks. She’s been through a lot, and I’m not going to add to it just because my beast is interested.”
Because at the end of the day, a clan female is the ultimate decider on mate bonds.
Running a hand through my hair, I sigh. Would it even be worth mentioning?
It isn’t like Kinley knows anything about our culture.
She will probably think I’m crazy for even bringing it up, and then that will just piss Don off.