Page 51 of Choosing the Rejected Mate

She kisses me then, and I push into her slowly.The world narrows.Heat.Tightness.Her gasp.My groan.The bond flaring bright enough to steal breath from my lungs.I go inch by inch, fighting every instinct that screams to thrust deep and take.Holly trembles around me, her body stretching, adjusting, welcoming me in.

“You’re doing so good,” I whisper against her mouth.“So good, Holly.Taking me so perfectly.Fuck, you feel incredible.”Her eyes flutter shut.“No,” I murmur.“Look at me.”

She opens them.There’s fear there but pleasure too.And unexpectedly, trust, fragile but real.It humbles me.

When I’m fully inside her, I stop.Every muscle in my body screams.

Holly stares at me, breathing hard.“Why did you stop?”

“Because I need a second.”

Her lips twitch.“Are you going to sneeze again?”

A laugh rips out of me, sudden and helpless.When she laughs too, her body clenches around my cock, and my laugh turns into a groan.

“Don’t make me laugh while I’m inside you.”

“Why?”

“Because I’ll die.”

“That seems dramatic.”

“You feel like heaven, and you’re mocking me.This is a complex moment.”

Her smile softens into something that nearly hurts to look at.Then she rolls her hips, and I lose the ability to speak.I move carefully at first.Slow thrusts.Deep enough to make her breath catch, gentle enough to let her body set the pace.Her arms wrap around my shoulders, her face buried against my neck, and I talk to her because I can feel how much she needs it.

“How’s that, sweetheart?”

“Good,” she gasps.

“Yeah?You like me slow?”

“Yes.”

“Then slow is what you get.”

I keep that rhythm until her hips start meeting mine.Until her nails bite harder.Until the scent of fear fades beneath pleasure and her soft little sounds turn hungry.

“More,” she whispers.

My control shudders.I pull back to look at her.“Say it again.”

“More, Daniel.Please.”

Fuck.I give her more.My thrusts deepen, still controlled but harder now, the prep table creaking beneath her.She cries out, and I kiss her through it, one hand gripping her hip, the other braced beside her.Every sound she makes drives me closer to the edge.

“You’re perfect,” I growl.“So perfect around me.That’s it.Take what you need from me.”

Her body tightens, and I feel her getting close.The bond surges, wild and bright, and my wolf presses against my skin, wanting teeth, wanting forever.

No.Not tonight.Tonight is hers.

I slide my hand between us, fingers finding the sensitive little place that makes her gasp.

Her eyes fly open.“Daniel.”

“I’ve got you.”My voice is wrecked.“Come for me, Holly.Let me feel it.Let me see you fall apart knowing I’m right here.”