Page 12 of Denying Her Mate (The Wolves of Black Mountain #3)

Chapter 12

Roux

T his kiss is no less desperate than the one he gave me in the hallway earlier, but it feels different. There is an intensity between us, a feeling of indescribable euphoria. I want to get lost in him, as his tongue slides into my mouth and clashes with mine.

I can’t stop the moan that escapes from me as he tangles his fingers in my hair, pulling my head where he wants me. All my terror, all my fear of hurting him, it’s dissipating beneath the passion between us. I can feel his elation through our mating bond, which is growing stronger with every passing moment. He’s in my head, in my thoughts, a dim light at the end of a tunnel that is coming closer and closer.

Sawyer lifts me into his arms and instinctively, I wrap my legs around his waist, clamping my body against his as my arms encircle his neck. His heat is like a furnace and I’m drawn into his warmth.

He keeps kissing me as he walks with me wrapped around him like a vine. I don’t notice where we’re going until he starts to climb and when I break apart from his lips, I see we’re going up the steps to the porch of my cabin.

I see the crossroads we’re at, the paths leading to different outcomes. I should stop this, protect my mate from the horrors I can inflict on him, but I don’t.

I can’t.

I’m in too far now and my body won’t allow me to stop this. I’m burning for him and the ache inside me can only be soothed by Sawyer.

My wolf whines and whimpers, begging me to lock the mating bond in place, and for the first time since Sawyer came here, I want to.

I’m tired of fighting, of denying him. Yes, I could hurt him. I could kill him, like I did Edward, but I have to trust myself again. I have to forgive what I did in the past.

I’m not new to magic now. I have experience and I am stronger than I have ever been. Every day with Hester’s lessons, I’m learning to control my magic and working within a coven has given me confidence. At least… it did until I put those chains on the girl we captured.

I don’t know how I did it. It was instinctive, uncontrolled, and that scares me. What if I lash out at Sawyer?

I pull back, sliding down his body. The air suddenly feels thin, empty of oxygen. Sawyer lets me go enough to give me breathing space, but not far enough to rebuild the chasm between us.

“Don’t do that,” he says.

“Do what?”

“Doubt yourself.” He takes my hands in his and I feel the warmth of his palms against my skin. “I trust you, Roux. Completely. This guilt you’re holding onto, you need to let it go.” His fingers brush my hair away from my face, as if he needs to be touching me.

“I’m scared,” I admit, realizing how true it is as I say the words.

“I know, but there’s no need to be.” His touch moves to my throat, wrapping around it lightly. I lift my head a little to make room for his hand, and I’m sure he’s able to feel my pulse throbbing against his palm.

My body and desires are not being driven by my brain. I’m running on a primal need to claim my mate and let him claim me.

The exhaustion that had nipped at my heels from the moment Sawyer arrived is seeping out of me and I feel renewed.

Reinvigorated.

He presses me back against the wall of the cabin while he fumbles with the door. The hand on my throat keeps me locked in place and I like the feeling of submission it gives me.

I want him to take me inside and make me his.

Using his grip on my throat, he pulls me into him and crashes his mouth to mine. Every moment of his lips over mine makes me shiver and tremble.

More.

I need more.

I keep kissing him until I’m so breathless I become lightheaded and only when I’m forced to, do I break away.

His eyes are heated, molten as he takes me in, and our mating bond is pulsating. “I’m going to taste every inch of your body, Roux.”

Oh, shit. “Yes,” I agree readily.

I bury my nose in his neck, drawing his scent in as his mouth continues to kiss any part of my face and neck he can reach.

Somehow, we manage get inside the cabin. The air is as chilled inside as it is out, but my skin is so warm I don’t notice the discomfort of it as Sawyer unzips my jacket and shoves it off my shoulders.

How does he smell so good?

I breathe in a nose full of his scent once more, ignoring the giddy feeling it leaves behind, as he presses his palm between my legs to cup me through my jeans.

It’s a clear signal that I’m his and I sense a wave of possessiveness through our bond. The way he stares at me as he presses against my core makes me squirm. He might as well have his mouth latched around my clit because it has the same impact on me. My thighs quiver as my hips jerk, pushing my pussy harder against his hand. Electrical waves wash through me, dragging a moan out of my mouth. I’m not even undressed yet and I’m already coming apart.

I need him naked.

The thought is so strong, I immediately reach for his coat, but he’s already shrugging it off, as if he’s read my thoughts. My fingers fumble to get his shirt undone, but he loses patience, tearing the buttons open, sending them flying across the room as he does.

I stare at him, my eyes wide.

Did he really just do that?

The T-shirt I’m wearing doesn’t fare any better. He grabs the material at the neck and shreds it in half using his wolf strength, enabling him to slide it quickly off my body.

I open my mouth to protest, but his eyes suddenly flash red and I’m looking at his wolf. He growls low in his throat, a sound that makes my skin prickle.

“Mine.”

“Yours,” I agree.

He crashes his mouth to mine, pulling me tight against him. I like the feel of our skin touching, and I reach behind to unhook my bra, wanting to press against his chest.

Claim him. Make him ours.

My wolf urges me to bite his neck, to give him our mark, but I’m distracted as he crushes one of my breasts in his hand. My head tilts back as I cry out.

Every touch feels like he knows exactly how to make my body sing. There is no hesitation in his movements, nor mine, as if this is the hundredth time we’ve taken each other and not the first.

“You have no idea how hard it has been to stay away from you, to respect your boundaries, when all I wanted was to claim you,” he says.

I hate that I made him suffer. That was never my intention. “I’m sorry. I was confused and I was scared.”

“It doesn’t matter,” he tells me, trailing kisses down my neck. I push into his hand as he palms my breast. My pussy is contracting with each rub of his thumb over my nipple, tearing little moans from me as my breath lodges in my chest.

“I’m going to claim you.” He isn’t asking, but there is a sense that he’s still offering me a chance to say no. I appreciate that and respect him even more for it, but I’m done dancing this tango. I want him.

“Then do it.”

My hips twitch, seeking his fingers which are occupied elsewhere, so I slide under my waistband and into my panties. The first touch of my clit coincides with Sawyer’s teeth sinking into my neck, piercing my skin.

I cry out, pain spreading through the fragile nerve endings there and my pussy contracts around nothing. The burning sensation intensifies as warm blood trickles down my neck, but as Sawyer swipes his tongue over the claiming mark it pushes me over the edge.

I throw my head back and gasp over and over as my orgasm tears through me. My hand still in my panties, Sawyer presses against it through the denim of my jeans making the pulses stronger.

My vision wobbles for a moment, hazing over before I’m able to blink it clear. I’m so dizzy I have to lean my head against Sawyer’s collarbone to steady myself as I try to suck in as much air as possible.

I let out a shuddering groan. I’m so empty. I need him to fill me, but he doesn’t seem to be in a rush. His movements are purposeful but slow, as he licks over the mark on my neck that tells the world I am his.

“I never thought I would see this on you,” he says when he finally pulls back. “I like how it looks.”

I like the way he’s looking at me, like he wants to devour me.

How did I ever say no to this? To him?

His eyes locked on mine, he pulls my hand out of my jeans and lifts my fingers to his mouth, sucking the one that had been playing with my clit.

My breathing quickens. That shouldn’t be hot, but it is. The way he’s tasting me makes me feel more owned by him.

“I’m going to die if you don’t touch me,” I warn.

“Can’t have that,” he says, his voice as husky as mine.

His arousal fills my head, and I wonder if he can sense mine. Deft fingers undo the button on my jeans and drag them down my legs so slow it’s agonizing.

I press my fingers against my clit through my panties, the material soaking wet, and find relief as I circle the sensitive bundle of nerves.

“Sawyer.” The breathy sound of his name makes him growl. He goes down to one knee, his eyes finding mine as he does. Those dark, soulful irises that seem to see right through me pin me, like a butterfly secured in a pretty display case. I feel exposed to him in a way I never have.

Sawyer clearly doesn’t think I’m exposed enough, because he says, “I want to see you,” as he pulls my fingers away from my clit. With torturous slowness, he peels my panties down my thighs.

The cool air is freezing against the heat burning between my legs, and I can’t stop from sucking in air through my teeth when Sawyer blows against my clit, adding to the coldness.

Oh…

Why does that feel so good?

He grips my hips with his strong, rough hands, and I can’t stop the quiver that goes through me. My lungs stutter as I try to breathe through the numerous sensations washing through me.

Then he skims his fingers through my folds, scraping his nails over my clit.

Oh shit .

My legs almost collapse beneath me, and I grip Sawyer’s shoulders, clenching my teeth so hard I fear I might break them. The tightness in my jaw makes it hard to swallow, as does the sudden dryness in my mouth.

I’ve been touched before. I’m no virgin, but Sawyer is playing me as if he knows all the right spots to make me feel good. My legs are shaking as I grip his shoulders, trying to steady myself, and when he puts his mouth over my clit and sucks, I nearly scream.

The waves of pleasure rushing through me intensify as his tongue circles my clit. I dig my fingers harder into his shoulders, trying to steady myself as he keeps my thighs parted with his fingers.

Is it possible to die from this?

The intensity is almost too much, and I battle between pushing him away and pulling him closer to me. My jeans are above my knees and lock my thighs in place, stopping any attempt I might make to widen my stance. His hands parting me prevent me from closing them either. All I can do is endure the torment he is delivering with no escape from his clever tongue.

“Oh, fuck …” I gasp.

I can feel my orgasm gathering strength and momentum as my mate, the wolf I am destined to be with for the rest of my life, eats my pussy like I’m the last meal he’ll ever have.

It washes through me in a wave of intense pleasure, my pussy clamping over and over, leaving an empty ache behind that begs to be filled by Sawyer. The noises I’m making don’t sound natural. I’m one step away from throwing my head back and wailing my bliss.

Sawyer peers up at me, his lips glistening with my wetness. It might be the single most attractive thing I’ve ever seen. It seems so taboo, so wrong, and forbidden.

“I need you.”

“I’m right here, Roux.”

“No, I need you.” There is a desperation in my movements as I try to kick my boots off.

Sawyer wraps a hand around my calf, stopping my movements and lifts my foot, pulling the boot off. Once I’m free from it, he lifts the other and repeats the motion. I let him undress me like I’m a child. No one has ever taken care of me like this, not one person in my life. As he pulls my jeans the rest of the way down my legs and off my body, tears prick my eyes.

This doesn’t feel real.

I don’t deserve happiness, not after what I did, but when Sawyer stands, towering over me, I know I am lost to him. Not even my guilt can stop me from claiming him back as mine.