The Tyrant Alpha's Rejected Mate (Five Packs #1)(94)

I kneel behind her. It’s a simple matter of easing my cock inside. If she whimpers or stiffens or anything, I’ll stop. Play with her clit ‘til she’s ready for more. It’s not a race.

She growls and shuffles her knees further apart.

I trace the bumps of her spine, smooth my hands over her round hips and hold her tight in place. I can’t bear the thought of hurting her, but her body seems to know what it wants. There’s no fear in the bond, no tension in her muscles. She’s presenting like Fate intended. She wants this as badly as I do. As if that’s possible.

I just need to go slow. It’s her first time, and I want her to remember only pleasure. I don’t see a barrier in the shadow between her folds. I’ve heard females lose it riding bikes. That’s good. I don’t want her to feel any pain at my hands. Never.

I draw in a deep breath, steeling myself. And then I ease my hard and aching cock into her slippery entrance. She gives for me perfectly, accepting me, groaning her delight. I sink to the hilt in one, smooth thrust, and her channel grips me tight. Before I can breathe again, tamp down my animal urges so I can stroke into her sweet heat like a male in control of himself, she bucks.

I shatter.

She rocks into me, and I slam to meet her hips, going deep, so deep, and she screams and clutches the sheets, bucking faster, harder. She’s not shy. Not scared.

She wants it all.

I grab her braid, twist it around my fist, make her lift her head, exposing the elegant line of her neck.

My beautiful, greedy mate. She works my cock, seeking her pleasure, using me, pushing back and up, widening her knees and angling her pussy so every thrust hits a place that makes her contract and squirt cream.

She’s wild. Demanding. Like she knows exactly what she wants from me.

I curve an arm around her waist, sit back on my heels, and lift her so I can drive into her from below. She tilts her head back and rests it on my shoulder. Her needy whimpers tickle my ears.

She’s perfect. She matches every thrust, takes everything I give her. I don’t have to hold back. She’s not delicate or breakable. She’s voracious.

My balls contract, and there’s no stopping it. I can only go harder. She screams, and her core clamps on my cock, milking my seed, her whole body trembling, spasming. Then she goes limp. My knot swells, notching behind her pubic bone, binding her to me.

My heart explodes in pure joy, and then I panic.

She’s not moving. Her eyes are closed.

I slap her cheek gently, and then with a sharp tap. Oh, Fate. I broke her. What do I do?

I tap harder, and she jerks her head to the side and grumbles drunkenly, “What’re you doin’? Knock it off.”

My heart starts beating again.

Her eyes are open now. Her pupils are still the size of dimes, but her muscles aren’t lax anymore.

We’re naked, slick and sticky. Despite the thickness of my knot, which swells the plane above her pussy, cum leaks, trickling down her thighs.

“Are you okay?” she asks and reaches up to wind an arm around my neck.

“Are you? Is this comfortable?” I stroke her stretched belly.

“Yeah.” She offers me a small, shy smile. “I’m good.”

“Are you hurt?”

She shakes her head, still smiling. “No. Why would I be?”

“Because it was your first time.” I’m oddly nervous. It was good. She said so herself. But still.

I glance down where my cock splits her wide, and I don’t see any blood, but we’re still stuck together. After my knot shrinks, I’ll get a warm washcloth. Clean her up and check to make sure she’s okay.

“I wanted to be gentle.” But I wasn’t. My shoulders bunch. I was an animal.

She lazily strokes my jaw with her fingertips. I’m clenching my teeth pretty hard. I try to relax. I don’t want to freak her out.

“I wanted to respect the fact that it was your first time, too.” I know it’s not good enough, but I need her to know.

“It wasn’t my first time. It’s all good.” Her lips curve higher. “Great, actually.”

What?

It wasn’t—what?

I bend my neck. I can’t get enough distance to meet her eye. We’re locked together. “What do you mean?”

She giggles. “Okay. It was really great.”

“No. You said it wasn’t your first time.”

Her smile immediately drops. A crease appears between her eyebrows.

My gut sours. Acid scores my throat. There’s a scramble in my brain as the words translate and my wolf comes to understand what our mate has said.

He loses it. He snarls. His fangs flash. Una startles. She lunges forward, ripping herself off my knot with a scream. Sharp pain shoots through the bond. She scrambles up the bed, turning to cower at the headboard, gaze darting wildly around the room, knees clamped tight and drawn to her chest.

My wolf fights for our skin. He needs to attack. Protect what’s ours.

She’s ours. There’s a threat. He can’t see where it’s coming from, and I can’t explain, so he snarls louder, rattling the window panes.

“Who?” The word comes out a jagged growl. My mouth is full of fangs.

“I—It’s n—not your business.” Her fear blooms, overpowering the scent of our mixed juices, driving my wolf and I crazier. “I—I d—don’t ask you about Haisley. Or the o—others.”