Page 67 of His Rejected Fated Mate

She nodded. “Yes, but we are also both eager to get into each other’s pants.”

I rounded the counter. “Elize, I meant every word I said. Just because we had sex doesn’t change anything. I want you. No one else but you.”

She smiled. “Then we should be sharing one bed.”

“I agree.”

I hoisted her out of her seat and carried her down the hallway. She laughed the entire way.

The next morning, we headed to the park, where we were throwing the party. The weather was nice, and everything was going smoothly. We set up a buffet and set up tables for eating. We put out games for the kids and a lemonade stand.

People started to arrive on time, and Elize and I found ourselves busy. I gave a speech that the Convent was moving closer and offering a hand to help calm anyone. They were going to be an extension of what Elize was doing, and everyone seemed on board. People even clapped when I was done.

I wasn’t seeing any tension as the party went on, and I found the witches mingling with the rest of the pack. I could even hear laughter.

As I moved, my eyes always searched for Elize. I found her by the lemonade and a few minutes later, chatting with Victoria. I was trying to keep space, figuring that if we worked separately, we would cover more ground.

But I was always watching her, and I wasn’t paying much attention to what others were saying.

She smiled sweetly as she spoke with people. Elize blended into the pack perfectly, and I couldn’t help but find myself falling for her more. I didn’t think it was possible to love her more than I had before.

She spotted me across a couple of tables. She was sitting with some witches and a few pack members. She gave me a soft smile, and I felt my heart flutter.

I pointed toward the parking lot and started heading over there. I went over to the car where we had all the extra sodas. I popped the trunk just as Elize was walking toward me. She rounded the other cars and stopped next to me. “Did you need me?”

I nodded, hooking her arm and yanking her toward me. I pinned her down in the trunk, and her eyes widened as I kissed her roughly. To say I was horny was an understatement.

She laughed as she adjusted herself and pushed against my chest. “Troy, everyone is here.”

“They can’t see us from here.” I cupped the back of her neck. “If anything, they are lucky I haven’t pressed you down on a table and had my way with you.”

She blushed, hooking her legs around my hip. I ground into her, and her eyes widened. “Do you have a boner?”

“What was your first clue?”

She looked stunned.

I kissed her again, needing her closer. “You have no idea the amount of restraint it is taking me right now not to do dirty things to you.”

She laughed as she pulled at my shirt. “Like what?”

“Well, for starters, I would love nothing more than to slip my hand underneath this dress and find how wet you are.”

She blushed as she bit her bottom lip. “And maybe I’d let you.”

I growled at her, nipping at her bottom lip. Her words only egged me on. “What are you wearing underneath?”

She smirked. “Those lacy pink ones you like.”

“Oh, fuck me, Elize. You’re killing me here.” I moved my mouth to her ear, biting onto her earlobe. “I have watched you walk around all day in this dress. You have no idea what I want to do with you, and now that I know you’re wearing those lacy underwear. Jesus, Elize.”

Her fingers tightened on my shirt as she smirked. “Well, maybe I wanted to torture you a little today.”

“You might regret that.”

She leaned closer and shook her head. “No, I won’t.”

I kissed her roughly again, pulling her tighter against me. I felt her grinding her hips, only making my boner that much harder. I groaned, my hands tightening on her hips. I moved my hand lower, unable to stop myself.