Page 43 of His Bullied Fated Mate

We both liked the same music, which surprised me. She loved sad movies and couldn’t believe that I enjoyed documentaries. There was a lot that we didn’t know about each other. A lot we still had to learn.

After we finished eating, I packed away the leftovers. She sat at the island working on another glass of wine. She chuckled as she watched me. “I thought you said you didn't know how to cook.”

“I don't. The food was just warming in the oven when you got here.”

She giggled, and I could see the way her eyes shifted, unable to focus. I walked over, grabbing her glass. “And I think you're cut off.” Maybe drinking was a bad idea.

She grabbed at my shirt. “I'm not drunk if you think I am.”

I pulled her closer and could smell the wine on her breath. But her eyes suddenly sharpened, and I could smell that sweetness of her magic.

I reached up, cupping the back of her head, and leaned closer. I could hear her voice hitch as I pressed her body flat against mine. “You sure?”

She nodded. “Oh, I'm sure.”

I kissed her roughly. She moaned, and it echoed around the kitchen. I grabbed her hips, pulling her a few steps back, and placed her on the table. I could hear the dishes moving, and the sound of something spilled, but I ignored it.

She tasted like the wine and the sweetness. I cupped the back of her head, tilting it up. Her mouth popped further open, and I devoured her. Her moan grew louder as I tasted her, my tongue sliding over hers.

I grabbed her hips and stepped between them into her space. I grabbed her dress and hiked it up. Her skin felt smooth under my hand, and I tightened my hold, pressing her further onto the table.

Her legs hooked around my hips, and we broke the kiss. She was panting for air, her eyes looking hazy as she stared at me. I pulled my hand, rubbing my thumb over her lip. “You taste like the wine.”

She swallowed as I moved my hand down, sliding my thumb down her throat to her neck. I ran my thumb along her collarbone and towards the straps of her dress. I slid one down and unbuttoned one of the three buttons on her dress.

Her eyes remained locked on mine as I started the second, then the third. I let the dress fall lower, the fabric falling off her breast.

I inhaled as I took in the sight of her bare. Janella had a thin frame, but she had the perfect breasts to match her. They were perky, and her nipples were a dark pink. I dipped my head, sliding my tongue over them.

“Oh god,” her head tipped back, and her hips tightened against my hips. I smirked, seeing how sensitive she was.

I grabbed her breast, massaging as I sucked harder on her nipple. Her legs shook, and I could hear her panting.

I yanked at her dress, sliding my other hand between her legs. I found she’d already soaked her underwear. I could smell her, and fuck, it was giving me a hard-on.

I slid her underwear aside and slid two fingers into her. Janella’s hands grabbed at my back, her nails scratching down my back. It took everything in me not to move faster. I felt the way she tightened around my fingers, and I could only imagine how it would feel around my dick.

But if we really wanted this to work, I don’t think it was just about sex. I think she needed to feel the opposite of everything she’d been feeling for years. Last night when she came, she dropped all of her problems, and her mind was focused on one thing. It needed to be like that.

Chapter 12 - Janella

My head was spinning as Riley had me pressed on the table. Part of it was from the wine, but the other part was because of how good it felt to have his hands on me.

His lips pressed against my collarbone, and his fingers thrusted slowly inside me. I moaned, unable to hide how good it felt. He knew exactly what he was doing, like he’d done it a million times before. His lips were soft against mine, his teeth tugging at my bottom lip.

“Your nipples are sensitive,” he growled as he slid his tongue low again, sliding it over my nipples. “You pulse when I touch them. I feel the way you tighten up when I pull on it.”

I felt my face grow red. I couldn’t hide anything because he could tell. He could feel exactly what was going on below.

He tugged at my dress, and I heard a rip, but it didn’t stop him. He tugged again, and the fabric gave a fumble onto the table, leaving me bare. His head moved, and his lips kissed down my stomach. I leaned back, my elbows keeping me up. His hands grabbed my underwear, and he yanked them down forcefully.

I felt exposed as he took a step back, looking me over. He smirked, his eyes looking at me more like a meal than a person. “You are stunning. Every part of you is perfect. Just looking at you gets me close to nutting.”

I swallowed and shook my head. “I have a lanky build….”

His eyes darkened, and he grabbed my chin. He shook his head. “You don’t. You have a perfect form.”

He kissed me more softly this time. His lips were light as he kissed down my neck. “A neck that has a sensitive spot right here.” He bit down just a little above my collarbone, and Imoaned at the contact. I grabbed onto the table, digging my nails into the wood.