Page 13 of Denying Her Mate (The Wolves of Black Mountain #3)

Chapter 13

Sawyer

T he tears shimmering in her eyes make my throat feel tight, as if a band has been wrapped around it. I swipe one away as it falls down her cheek. Through our bond, I sense her emotional distress, and although I want to reassure her, I know my words will not help.

Instead, I press a kiss to her temple, moving down the line of her jaw, adding more as I go. I hate the guilt she carries, and I wish I could ease that burden for her.

The only way for me to do that is to prove to her that I’m not going anywhere, so I wrap my fingers around the nape of her neck, holding her as tight as I can without hurting her, as I continue to layer kisses down her throat.

The low, rumbled moan from deep within her makes me smile against her skin. This feels like the start of something more magical than the power she wields. This is a bond that, once it fully snaps into place, can only be broken by death. Matings last a lifetime. Fated matings are stronger than any connection that exists among our kind.

There’s something reassuring about that. Roux and I are linked in a way that cannot be undone nor broken.

“I can still taste you,” I tell her, kissing the dip between her shoulder and neck.

It’s not a lie. She is all over my tongue still, and I want to dive back between her legs to coat my tastebuds with more of her.

The light blush that spreads through her cheeks heats me. “What do I taste like?”

“Perfection.”

I find her mouth, letting my tongue slide over hers—letting her taste herself on me. The little whimpers she’s making are almost my undoing. I don’t know how my patience is keeping me from grabbing her hips, bending her over the counter, and shoving inside her. It is only the fact I want to savor every second of this that keeps me from taking what I want instantly.

My focus remains on kissing her like she is the air I need to breathe. Roux’s hands tighten on my biceps, as if she needs to steady herself using me as an anchor.

If this is how my brother feels when he is with Halle, I can understand why he fought so hard for his little mate. My body craves every skim of her fingers over my skin, every warm breath against my lips, every whimper and moan I drag from her.

I slip my hand between us, finding her cunt once again, and slide two fingers inside her. Her pussy clamps around my digits as I hook them to find that spot that will make her come undone. I must find it because Roux gasps against my lips. I slant my head to capture more of her as I thrust my fingers in and out of her tight channel.

The mating bond pulses between us, and I can sense Roux more clearly inside me. She is seeping into every cell in my body, infusing each thought that spirals through my mind, and our scents seem to be mingling together to create a unique smell that is both of us.

I never realized how alone I truly was until this moment, until I was surrounded by Roux’s consciousness. I have been wandering aimlessly until this moment, seeking something I didn’t understand, but knew I needed.

Breathlessness forces us apart, both of us sucking air into our starved lungs as our hungry eyes connect. She’s beautiful in every way. That dusting of freckles over her nose and cheeks is one of my favorite things about her, along with her hips.

As I push my fingers deeper inside her, her breathing changes and I know the exact moment her orgasm hits. Her pussy contracts tightly around my fingers and Roux’s pants hit a crescendo, until she tosses her head back and almost screams her release.

Pride makes my chest tight. I want to see her do that more. The way she looks in the throes of ecstasy makes my cock painfully hard.

I can’t wait any longer. I need to take her. I wish this was her first heat, when she’s fertile and I will be able to knot inside her. My cock already feels heavy and solid, ready for her, but I will not swell inside Roux’s pussy, not this time. Knotting only occurs during heat, when a woman is most fertile and her body is prepared to accept a pup. After the mating bond is locked into place this can happen anytime, but for most wolves it takes at least six months, even a year, before the first heat cycle. I hope ours will happen sooner. The thought of her carrying my pup makes me wild and I suddenly want to fill her with my cum, even though it can’t cause pregnancy yet.

I release her, but only because I have to undo my jeans and I need my hands. I bend down to tear through my laces before toeing my boots off, my jeans and boxers following the same path less than ten seconds later.

As soon as I’m as naked as she is, I crash against her body, my hand going to her nape so I can hold her close to me. My cock presses against her core, and we both hiss at the sensations that wash through us from that touch. I am sensitive everywhere and craving release, making me impatient as I steer her into the bedroom.

The bed is made, not a crease or pillow out of place, as I lower her down onto the mattress. I consider flipping her onto her front, so I can take her from behind, but I want to see her face as I enter her. I want to look in her eyes as I push inside her, making her mine completely.

I come down on top of her for a moment, licking over the claiming mark I put on her neck. The groan she lets out makes my wolf whine. He’s impatient for us to do what he has wanted from the moment we recognized her as ours, and I want to get on with it too.

Hooking my arms around her thighs, I pull her to the edge of the mattress, letting her ass hang over a little to give me space between her legs. My fingers toy with her folds, rubbing through her wetness and making her squirm.

“I’m going to fuck you,” I tell her, watching her gaze heat at my words.

I grab my cock in my hand, trying not to focus on how painfully tight my balls feel. Roux comes up on her elbows, pulling her bottom lip between her teeth as she drops her eyes to look at it.

“Beautiful,” she murmurs. She seems as if she’s going to reach out and touch me, but if she does, I’ll shoot my load.

I quickly step between her parted thighs, pushing them wider apart, and rub the tip of my dick through her slit, coating it with her wetness.

“Mine,” I growl.

Then I shove inside her with a desperate ruthlessness that makes her arch her back and open her mouth in a soundless scream.

Her tight heat swaddles me instantly, and I have to freeze before I come instantly. She feels like paradise and I’m going to spend as much time as I can buried inside her pretty pussy.

How is this real?

Finding my fated mate should have been impossible, but here she is, pinned beneath me, her eyes filled with lust and trust.

I grip her hips, using them to leverage my body as I pull back slowly, dragging my cock nearly out of her pussy before slamming back into her.

My pace starts slow, but as the seconds pass, I pick up momentum, driving into her over and over. Roux widens her thighs and I pick a punishing tempo, my hips moving so fast my back aches.

I don’t stop my motion, despite the bit of discomfort I feel. I release one of her hips and circle her clit with the pad of my thumb while fucking her into the mattress.

Roux was made for me. In this moment, everything fades to background noise except her. Elation, mixed with a little apprehension, fills my head and it takes me a moment to realize it is not my emotions I’m feeling, but Roux’s.

I can feel her everywhere.

My mate.

My wolf lifts his muzzle and howls into the air. I feel like doing the same, but I reclaim my cadence, pushing as deep as I can inside her.

Mine.

The word reverberates around my brain.

Yours.

Her sweet answer floods me and the sense of peace that washes over me is indescribable.

The orgasm we share is like nothing I’ve ever experienced. We both go over the edge together, her scream of pleasure filling my ears as I grunt my own climax.

A heat erupts through my chest as the mating bond snaps into place. It’s like I’ve been hit with a stun gun. My legs feel like jelly and nearly fold beneath me, and my orgasm erupts as her awareness floods my mind.

Her eyes flash and I’m looking at her wolf’s irises as I spill inside her. I lose them as she closes her lids, screwing her face up as she releases the tension within her body.

I screw my own shut as her pussy squeezes my shaft, milking every drop from my body. I slow my thrusts until I finally stop moving, and when she opens her eyes they’re normal again.

Did mine do that too?

I don’t want to pull free of her, but I slip easily from her wetness and my jellied legs force me to collapse onto the bed next to her.

There is no hesitation as I pull her into my arms, crushing her body against my chest. She is mine completely, but there is still a small fear that she might run, so I hold her against me, kissing every inch of her head I can reach.

“What happens now?” The smallness of her voice makes me want to never let her go. I can feel the anxiety washing through our newly solidified bond.

“What do you want to happen?”

“I want you to be here with me.”

Warmth infuses my veins, relief too. I know she doesn’t regret anything; I can sense it through our bond which is thrumming inside me, but I am still sensitive from her pushing me away.

“Then I’ll be here.”

“What about Jackson and Wyatt?”

I frown at her, trying not to get distracted as she trails her fingers over my chest. “What about them?”

“You’re sharing a cabin.”

Oh. I understand now. “You think they’ll care if I move my shit here with you?”

“Will they?”

I don’t care if they hold onto my ankle and try to drag me back into the cabin.

“No, sweetheart, they’ll be happy for us.” I kiss her head, letting her scent fill me completely. “I’ll always take care of you,” I promise her, meaning every word of it.

Lying here with my mate in my arms is the happiest I’ve ever felt.

Too bad I know this peace, this quiet we have, won’t last.