Page 71 of Choosing the Rejected Mate

My heart stumbles.“Then I’ll say it until you believe it.”I kiss the corner of her mouth.“You’re brave.You’re beautiful.You’re mine because you chose to be, not because anyone decided for you.”

Her breath catches.“Daniel.”

I slide one finger inside her, slow and careful.She arches with a moan.

“Good girl,” I growl softly.“That’s it.Take what you want from me.Every touch.Every word.Every part of me is yours tonight.”

Her body clenches around my finger.I add another, working her slowly, my thumb circling her clit until her hips lift into my hand.She’s wet, trembling, breathless, and the scent of her pleasure wraps around my throat like a leash I would gladly wear.

She grips my shoulders.“I want you inside me.”

I still.“Are you sure?”

Her eyes narrow despite the flush across her cheeks.“If you ask me that again, I’m going to shove you into the creek.”

I smile as I position myself between her thighs.There’s no condom this time, and we both know it.I would love nothing more than to fill her up with my cum and breed her.The idea alone has cum dripping down the length of my shaft.

I pause with the head of my cock pressed against her entrance.“Holly.”

She cups my face, her thumb brushing my jaw.“I want all of you.No barriers.No hiding.No running.”

My forehead drops to hers.“Fuck.”

“And, Daniel?”

“Yeah?”

“If you call this a complex moment again, I’m leaving you here naked.”

A laugh breaks out of me, raw and helpless.Then I push inside her.Slow, deep, and bare.The feel of her steals my breath.

I groan, every muscle locking as her heat surrounds me.She gasps, nails biting into my shoulders, her body stretching to take me.I move inch by inch, trembling with the effort it takes not to lose control.

“Perfect,” I breathe.“Goddess, Holly, you feel perfect.So tight around me.So warm.Fuck, sweetheart, you were made for me.”

Her eyes shine.Not with sadness but with true emotion.I sink fully into her and stop.Our breaths mingle.The bond wraps around us, brighter now, tighter, but not locked.Not yet.

She moves first, rolling her hips beneath me.

My teeth clench.“Holly.”

“Move.”

I obey.The first thrust is slow, dragging a moan from both of us.The second is deeper.The third makes her cry out, head tipping back, throat exposed to the moon.

My wolf surges but I hold him back.

I brace one hand beside her head, the other gripping her hip as I build the rhythm she asks for with her body.Slow becomes steady.Steady becomes harder.Her legs wrap around my waist, pulling me deeper, and every time I drive into her, the bond flashes hotter.

“You feel so good,” I praise against her mouth.“Taking me so well.Look at you, sweetheart.Letting yourself have this.Letting me love you like this.”

The word slips out before I can stop it.

Love.

Holly freezes beneath me for half a breath and so do I.Then her face crumples into something so raw it guts me.

“Say it again,” she whispers.