Page 19 of Denying Her Mate (The Wolves of Black Mountain #3)

Chapter 19

Tessa

M y skin feels like it is on fire. Abel’s lips scorch my mouth as his tongue works inside me. I feel wrong, yet right at the same time. Every inch of me hurts with a physical ache that I have never experienced in my life.

Abel groans against me as he tangles his tongue inside my mouth, his fingers fumbling to remove my clothes. I had no idea a heat cycle would feel like this.

I’d seen them when I was with my pack, before I was forced to run. I’d witnessed the intensity and the desperation before the mated pair disappeared behind closed doors. I had no idea I would feel as if I’m coming out of my skin.

“I need you,” I gasp as he fumbles to get my belt undone.

“I’m going to take care of you, baby,” he assures me.

He barely shoves my jeans down enough to access my pussy before he’s lining up his cock and shoving inside me.

There is no foreplay, no chitchat, just desperate need. I hiss as he surges inside me, stretching my pussy so wide I feel him everywhere. I try to spread my thighs more, but my jeans act like a band holding me in place.

Gripping Abel’s shoulders, I can do nothing but take it as he slams into me over and over, filling that emptiness inside me.

I’ve made love to my mate more times than I can count since we joined together, but I have never felt the same feral desire as I do in this moment. I feel possessed, and the wild look in his eyes tells me he is experiencing the same emotions.

The brick behind my body scrapes every inch of exposed skin, but that pain is overshadowed by the intense agony I feel everywhere.

I can feel my orgasm building deep in the pit of my pelvis—tingles and contractions rack me as my pants and moans hit a crescendo. As I go over the edge, seeing stars, Abel spills inside me.

He stops moving, his dick still inside me, as I cling to him like a life-saving driftwood tossed into a turbulent sea. My legs are jelly, and the aftershocks of my orgasm continue to flutter through me.

“Is that… Is that it? Is it done?”

Even as I say the words, I know what we did was only the opening act. Even though we are still joined together, I don’t feel the swelling of his knot, which means I either did something wrong, or we’re just getting warmed up.

“Not yet,” Abel says into my ear, the coldness of his breath making me shiver. “Can you walk to the cabin? I don’t want an audience for this next part.”

He slides out of me when I nod, my pussy feels empty, begging to be filled again. He pulls his jeans up, and swings me into his arms bridal style, not bothering to readjust mine.

I squeal as he quickly makes his way down the path toward our cabin. I don’t care that I’m exposed, or that his cum is still inside me. I want more.

I’m panting and coming out of my skin again by the time we reach the cabin. I am so hot I feel as if I’m burning from the inside out. Abel barely shuts the door before I am tearing out of my clothes, needing to lose some layers before I overheat.

Dizzied, I grip the counter in the kitchen as I toe off my boots. Abel is quicker, and I still have my shirt on by the time he is standing in front of me naked. Under normal circumstances, I would take a moment to study his body.

Like most wolves, he has brawn and is well defined. I know every contour and muscle on his torso because I’ve spent hours lying on top of him and studying each one, committing it to memory.

So I don’t take offence when he reaches out to me and grabs the neckline of my shirt. In one swift motion, he tears it down the middle as if he is cutting through warm butter. The cool air makes my skin pebble as I reach around to unhook my bra.

Soon we are both exposed; we clash together, our mouths fusing like magnets. I kiss him like he is my reason for living, because he is. Before I came here, I thought I had a life with everything I could ever want, but that life never had Abel. He is the reason I get up in the morning, he is the light in the darkness that we are fighting through. And I’d tell him all of this, but right now all I want is for him to fuck me again.

“I love you,” I manage to blurt out between kisses.

He mumbles it back with as much desperation as I feel while lowering me down onto the bed.

When the hell did we move into the bedroom?

Everything is moving at warp speed, and I’m not aware of anything but my mate and the way he is filling my head—and soon, my body.

I spread my legs wide for him, making space as he leans over me. Abel is one of the biggest wolves I have ever seen who is not vargr. Those boys make him seem small.

There is no fear when he leans over me, careful not to put too much weight on me even in his feral state. I feel surrounded and comfortable, loved and needed.

I surge my hips up, trying to find the head of his cock to fill that aching, desperate feeling inside me. “Please,” I beg, gripping his back and trying to pull him closer.

He would usually spend time eating my pussy, bringing me to climax over and over until I’m begging for mercy, but this is not going to be like that. Our biology is driving this, and all it cares about is getting him inside me once more so we can make a child.

If I was in my right mind, I would stop and think about the consequences of bringing a pup into the world right now, but my heat does not care about war, or about the animals who want to use me for my power. There is nothing but instinct leading this.

Instead, I press my thighs together, trying to ease the ache that is building there. There is a hollowness inside me, an obsessive need to be filled, and Abel does exactly that.

He stretches my thighs wider as he slides into my wetness, his passage eased by my own fluids and his. He draws back, and thrusts into me once more, bottoming out in a way that makes my insides flutter. I’m so close to climax again, and I don’t know if I’m going to be able to withstand much more of this. I feel sensitive everywhere, like all my synapses are burning within me.

I let my arms flop over my head, fisting the sheets above me as if it will help. I feel like I’m floating on water, as he jolts me up and down the bed. I have never experienced anything like this with Abel. My body feels lit up in a way it never has.

My thighs tremble as everything pulses inside me, and he leans a hand on the mattress next to my head to stop from collapsing on top of me as my pussy squeezes him.

“Fuck,” he growls as the orgasm works through me.

I’m making sounds, but I’m not entirely sure any of them are coherent. I feel like I’m floating in space, my head fuzzy and my vision wobbling like I’ve drank too much.

With monumental strength, Abel pushes up from the mattress and finds a pace, gripping my hips with bruising brutality. He fucks me in the same bed where, only this morning, we had laid together tracing patterns on each other’s skin and talking about our future. I had giggled, smiled, and felt at peace in a way I do not now.

My body is a steam train running down the tracks with no brakes. There is no choice but to let this happen however it needs to.

Abel spills inside me suddenly, and the way he squeezes his eyes shut tells me he didn’t expect it. As he does, I feel pressure inside me, like a balloon is being inflated slowly.

“Is that…” My words come out garbled as he continues to rut through his climax. His hips are like jackhammers, unable to stop what he is doing.

“The knot,” he says, his words strangled.

“How long does this last?”

I grip his biceps as he continues to slam into me over and over. “I don’t know.”

We both go over the edge together with our next orgasm. Tears leak down the side of my face, as my wrought-out body begs for a reprieve. I’m so sensitive down there that every movement makes me wince, as he fucks me while I’m still climaxing.

There is no misunderstanding what is happening inside me now. I can feel the knot pressing against the walls inside me, making me feel so full of him that if I move my hips even an inch, I will come again. He pulls back as far as the knot will allow him, but we are tethered together, as nature intended, his cock keeping his seed deep inside me.

I start to lose count of how many orgasms we each have, but I am relieved when the desperation to rut starts to fade. My hair clings to my forehead, a sweaty mess, and my skin glistens with moisture, as does his.

I’m not sure if I hallucinated it, but I swear I saw his wolf flash in his eyes at one point. I wonder if he saw mine. I might be latent, like most tau are, but I’ve seen latent wolves surface that way.

Abel slows his pace, his flushed cheeks so red I worry for his heart. Carefully, and awkwardly, he sits me up. My body feels like Jell-O, and I grip him to keep from falling back as he maneuvers us onto the mattress together.

His cock is still swollen inside me, so I can’t go far—not that I want to. Both lying on our sides facing each other, I curl into his chest, listening to his labored breaths as he tries to calm himself.

I knew heat was intense, but that entire thing felt like a fever dream. My body is trembling, and the spot between my legs is on fire.

“Did I hurt you?” His voice cracks as he trails his fingers down my spine.

This is more our pace. I love lazy mornings with Abel, just lying together and talking about nothing and everything. What just happened was as if we were both possessed.

“No,” I lie.

I am bruised and aching, but hurt? No. Abel would never intentionally hurt me, and I know he was driven mad by my heat. I don’t want him to feel guilty for what transpired because, as rough as it was, it was still amazing.

“I’ve never experienced anything like that. The smell of you was intoxicating. I didn’t feel like I was in control at any point.”

I nuzzle against his chest, calm and happy to be in his arms. “Neither did I. I didn’t think it would be that intense.”

He kisses my hair, before pressing another to the side of my head. “You’re sure I didn’t hurt you?”

“I’m fine,” I assure him.

For a while, we lie in silence, focusing on catching our breath and recovering from the marathon we just experienced.

“What if…” He breaks off abruptly, so I lift my head from his chest to meet his eyes.

I don’t expect to see fear. “What if what?”

“The whole point of heat is to have pups.”

Cold fills my belly. Heat is the time a wolf is fertile enough to create new life. Pups can’t be created at any time outside of that cycle, at least not for wolves. As we are discovering, the rules don’t seem to apply to hybrids like me. I shouldn’t have had a heat cycle yet, but here we are.

I wish I was able to sit up, to look at him properly, but the way we are locked together stops me from moving. “It’s terrible timing,” I agree, “but whatever happens, we’ll deal with it.”

“There couldn’t be a worse time for you to be pregnant, Tessa.”

It’s not said with malice, but with fear, and I understand where it comes from because I feel the same. We are fighting for our lives and being pregnant risks not only me but also our pup.

I close the gap between us, as small as it is, and press my mouth to his. I try to use my body to say the things I can’t express with words. His fear is valid, because I feel the same terror clawing at my gut too.

“I know. It’s so dangerous where we are right now, and the thought of risking our child terrifies me, but I know I’ll be all right whatever happens.” I trail my finger down his cheek. “Because I have you.”

He pulls my hand away from his face and presses his lips to my fingers. “Until my last breath,” he promises.

It should ease the tension inside me, but if anything, it makes it worse.