Page 64 of His Bullied Fated Mate

“Rock your hips.” I placed my hands on her hips, slowly guiding her. She moved, and I knew why the rocking was doing to her. It was hitting at a different angle now.

Her mouth fell open, and I knew she was sensitive, so this felt better than anything. She’s come apart twice, and it wouldn’t be hard for a third time.

“Why didn’t you finish?”

“Because I’m not ready.” I twisted her nipples, feeling her body tighten around my cock at the contact. “I want to watch you ride me while I finish.”

Her hands landed flat on my hips as she ground her hips into me. I bit onto her nipple, and she whimpered.

It felt perfect, and I wanted this to last forever. I knew it wouldn’t, and from how much she was shaking, I knew she was close to finishing again.

I kissed her, thrusting up with her as she ground down. I felt my own release come as she came herself.

It hit me hard, and I shoved up into her, filling her. I kept thrusting, keeping letting her ride me as she came hard.

She sagged against me, panting for air. I stroked her back as I held her close. She smelled like sweetness, and I could feel her magic like a second hand over my skin.

I glanced around the room and cringed seeing the mess I’d made. There was glass everywhere, and the sheets were ripped. I didn’t remember how it all happened, but I knew I’d lost control when I got home. I was seeing red, and everything I saw I wanted to break. It scared me now, thinking about the rage I'd been in. I knew it was just like the others who lost control.

She placed her hands on my chest, leaning back slightly as she looked at me. “You destroyed your room.”

“Yeah, I know.” I sighed. “I don’t look forward to cleaning it.”

“Are you planning to clean it tonight?” She asked, looking at me, hopeful.

I could see something swimming in her eyes. “Do you want me to take you upstairs so you can sleep?”

She reached a hand up, running her fingers along my eyelids. “You need sleep, too. Leave the mess for tomorrow.”

I wasn’t going to argue with her. I hoisted her up. Moving her carefully as I slipped out of the room. I took her upstairs to her room. I threw the sheets up and pulled us both under them. She settled in my arms, and I held her close.

I didn’t know what this meant for us, but I was taking it as a good sign.

I inhaled her scent, allowing myself to relax into the sheets. I let myself drift into a deep slumber.

I jerked awake to a scream. My body jolted up, ready to attack. But as I looked around, I knew that there was no one in the room.

I quickly turned to Janella, who was as white as a ghost. Her face was contorted in pain, and I knew she was the one who screamed.

“Janella.” I shook her slightly, watching her shake her head. I shook her harder. “Janella. It’s a nightmare. Wake up.”

Her eyes burst open, and I cupped her face. Her eyes went wide, and she looked confused. She was sweating and shaking all over.

“It was just a bad dream. I’m here.”

She sat up, placing her hand over her heart. “I saw something.”

“It was just a nightmare.”

She shook her head. “No, I saw something. I was… I don’t know where I was, but there was a big pot.”

I raised an eyebrow at her. “A pot?”

She nodded. “Like in movies with evil witches. A cauldron. It was a cauldron.”

I ran my hand over her hair. “Janella, it’s just a dream.”

She shook her head again. “No, I could feel something coming from it. It wasn’t just a dream, Riley. I think it’s real. I could reach out and touch it if I wanted to.”