Obsession: A Rejected Mate Shifter Romance (The Mate Games #1)(35)

In the space between one heartbeat and the next, I was on the other side of the room, breaths coming in heavy pants as I pulled on my clothes and worked to control myself. “I can’t do this. I’m sorry.”

She sat up, hair wild and wavy around her face, a blanket pulled over her naked body. “Excuse me?”

“I’m so sorry, dove. I . . . I don’t have the control I need to be with you like this. No matter how much I want to.”

Her gaze traveled my body until it rested on my aching shaft. “Can I at least help you take care of that problem?”

God, but I wanted her to. She had no idea. Closing my eyes and taking a deep breath, I said, “It’s best that I’m not within touching distance of you right now. I’ll fuck you silly and do something stupid like knock you up. Then you’d be stuck with me.”

She laughed. “Shifters and vampires don’t procreate.”

I cocked a brow. “Don’t they?”

Shaking her head, she bit her lower lip, and I had to fight a groan at the sight of the flush on her skin.

“Tell that to my uncle’s mate. She’s helped more than one shifter bring a hybrid into the world.”

Her mouth dropped open. “What?”

This was a safer topic. One that helped me focus on the real reason we shouldn’t be together. And one that had the added benefit of helping me control my raging desire. “They used to be called abominations. Sometimes they still are. Hunted by humans and the vampire and shifter councils alike. No one talks about them to keep them safe.”

“I thought they couldn’t survive. That the shifter or the vampire side always killed off the other, and they ended up dying in the process.”

“Not always.”

I shouldn’t have told her this. It was a risk. But I trusted Sunday Fallon in a way I’d never trusted anyone else.

That wasn’t the only reason we shouldn’t be together, but I didn’t want to remind her of the fact that our union would likely lead to consequences that would result in war. She was already an outcast. Being with me like this would only make things worse for her.

“I have to go. Until I know how to control myself around you, we can’t do this again.”

She nodded, the disappointment so heavy in her eyes I could practically taste it. Or perhaps that was my own.

“Bye, Noah. Thank you for what you did earlier.”

“That was purely selfish, little wolf. I don’t want anyone seeing you naked but me. At least, not when it's against your will. But enough talk of unpleasant things. I have something I want you to do for me after I leave. Something that will make leaving you now more bearable.”

“Oh?”

“When you touch yourself, I want it to be my name on your lips as you shudder out your release.”

What I didn’t tell her as I fled before her desire-hooded gaze or the sweet ‘o’ of her lips could lure me back into her bed—and into all kinds of trouble I couldn’t afford—was that I would be doing the same for her.





Chapter

Eighteen





THORNE





By the time I reached my dorm apartment, my dick throbbed so intensely it was near painful. I was aching for her, my balls so blue I was afraid to find release because it might hurt just as much as it felt good.

After I was safe behind the thick, soundproof door, I gave in to the wave of confusing emotions swirling through my brain. Why was I so bloody drawn to her? She was beautiful, dazzling even, but so were plenty of other women. By all rights, Sunday Fallon shouldn’t be the object of my affection. But here we were.

Here I was.

Rock hard and edgy.

I’d been so close to fucking her, to marking her flawless skin with my teeth and filling her with my cock. She deserved better than the feral beast I became when my hunger took over, especially for her first time.

“Bloody hell, Sunday, what are you doing to me?” I groaned into the empty flat as I stripped and made my way to the shower.

Once under the cool water, my raging hard-on finally eased, still stiff and thick, but no longer painful. Until a tendril of her raced through my brain, filling it with the echoes of her soft moans and harsh breaths. And then a whisper of her voice calling my name in pleasure.

Noah, yes, more.

I closed my eyes, letting the rush wash over me. Was this what it was like to be hunting someone and draw it out? I didn’t think so. I’d hunted before, toyed with their hearts before I fed from them and left them none the wiser. This was something else. Something more.

Pleasure ghosted across my senses, making my knees weak and my cock jerk as it intensified.

Yes, inside me. I need you. God, Noah.

Was this her? Was she . . . touching herself and calling for me? I closed my eyes and let down my guard, allowing her fully into my head. The onslaught of her building climax buckled my knees and had me reaching out to hold myself up on the shower wall. I may have been at half-mast before, but now? I was straining and dripping for her. I fisted my length and gave a slow stroke from base to crown, letting out a pained groan as I did.

Give me your pleasure, Sunday. Let me feel it.

I sensed alarm racing through her, but she was too far gone to hide it. Her orgasm washed through her, and I felt every golden burst of pleasure as I moaned and spilled my release against the tile wall.