Page 11 of Love Bites Hard (Mated to the King #2)

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Porter tasted like salt.

He’d been sweating as he fought my magic.

I didn’t know why that turned me on so much, but it did.

And unlike the last time I kissed him, this time, he took charge.

His tongue was rough against mine, his kiss brutal and demanding. His hands found my ass immediately, and he pulled me down harder, grinding me against his erection.

I hadn’t even touched his emotions yet, and he’d already lost hold of his iron willpower.

And to be honest, it made me feel powerful.

I finally drank from him, and the feeling was like an electric shock.

I arched against him, and his hands slid beneath my bikini bottoms, gripping my bare ass.

He pulled me against him harder, and I could feel every inch of his erection.

Damn, I wanted him.

He snarled into my mouth as I pulled harder on his emotions, and a heartbeat later, he filled me with three of his fingers.

I gasped, releasing his emotions for a moment, but he didn’t stop kissing me.

He pulled his fingers out a little before driving them back in, and I arched against them hard. His cock was still against my clit, and felt amazing.

But I wanted more.

Flexing my power again, I lifted my hips enough to free his cock. He got the message immediately, sliding his fingers out of me. I felt the backs of his claws as he shifted them just long enough to slice through my swim bottoms—then pulled me down over his erection.

I sucked in a breath at the sudden pressure, and held it as my body adjusted to his size.

Wow.

Yeah.

It had been way too long since he’d been inside me.

Way. Too. Long.

I finally breathed out, and took another long pull of his emotions.

He snarled, slamming me down harder.

Driving himself in deeper.

He bottomed out inside me, and my hands found his shoulders. My fingers dug into his shirt.

He lifted me and pulled me back down again, and again, until I was finally crying out in pleasure as my body tightened around him.

Porter snarled as he came with me, the base of his cock swelling and thickening. My sounds of pleasure became screams of bliss as my orgasm went on and on.

I was fully sated when I came down from the high, and entirely overwhelmed with feeling him inside me as deep as he was. His knot was hard against my g-spot, and making my world spin a little from the intensity.

“Shit,” I breathed.

“You’re fighting it again.” His voice was low and animalistic.

“I don’t know how to stop.”

“Can I end my phone call yet?” Hale called, far enough away that his voice was faint.

“No!” I yelled, at the same time Porter snarled the word.

“Got it,” Hale hollered.

My chest rose and fell rapidly as Porter pulled my hands off him long enough to tug his t-shirt over his head and yank it down over mine.

“Feels like we’ve been in this situation before,” I panted, setting my hands back down on Porter’s bare shoulders.

“I was wearing less clothing last time.” His hands slid up my abdomen, finding my breasts and moving over my bikini top. “So were you.”

“It’s still good, though.”

“Perfect.” His hand slid between us, and I groaned when he teased my clit. “Let go, Isabella. Drink from me if it helps.”

“You hate that.”

“I love it. I just have a hard time handling it in large amounts.” He pressed hard against my clit, making my hips jerk. “You deserve the pleasure I can give you if you let go.”

“Do I?”

“Hell yes. I’m going to be inside you for the next twenty minutes—just think about how many times I can make you come.”

“You are good at that.”

“Just look into my eyes and focus on the way your body feels, baby.”

“I’m not your baby,” I breathed, as I neared my edge again.

“Whatever you say.” He dragged his thumb around my clit, and I jerked my hips, swearing at the slight burn as his knot wedged deeper. “Drink from me.”

The command caught me by surprise enough that I followed it, tugging on his emotions. And the moment I tasted him, I lost it, taking him over the edge with me as I did.

After that second climax, I was putty in his hands.

He brought me to climax again and again, until his knot finally softened and the magic holding us faded.

“Shit,” I gasped, lifting my hands away from his shoulders and finding blood beneath my nails. “Holy shit. I’m sorry.”

“Don’t apologize. That was incredible.” His hands slid down my waist and over the curve of my bare ass. “I’ll send someone to get you a new pair of swim bottoms.”

I wrinkled my nose. “No way. I don’t want someone going through my swimsuits. And you don’t like having people in our room. You can just give me your shirt when I get out of the lake.”

His eyes narrowed. “Not happening. Definitely not while your magic is doing what it’s doing.”

“What do you suggest, then?”

“I carry you to our room, and you change there.”

“Absolutely not. I am full of your release, remember?”

His lips curved upward, just a little.

It was one of the first smiles I’d seen from him, if not the very first, and it lit up his entire gorgeous face.

“I remember.”

“Then give me a better option, or we’re going with mine.”

His hands moved over my ass slowly, making me want to curl into him even more than I already was. “I’ll run back for the swimsuit. You stay in the water. When I get back, you put it on underwater. The pack’s already away, and Hale will come back over so he’s nearby just in case.”

“Finally, a reasonable solution.” I patted his ridiculously thick pectorals. “Deal.”

A squeal escaped me when he stood up suddenly. I clutched his body as he carried me to the edge of the water, lifted me off his erection, and unceremoniously dropped me in.

The lake was already significantly clearer than it had been before, but deep enough that it still hid my nudity as I sat on the rough sand with water up to my chin.

“I’ll be back soon. Stay right there.” His words were neutral, but there was a bit of warning in his voice that I didn’t think I’d ever heard before. Something about the show of emotions made me want to push him harder, but I rolled my eyes and nodded.

He shifted, ditching his clothes before he took off toward the manor.

I watched him leave—and Hale stride back to retake his chair. The rest of the guards were far enough away from the lake that we couldn’t see them, but close enough that I was pretty sure they were patrolling the forest around it to make sure my sisters stayed safe.

“Can’t say I expected that,” Hale remarked.

“You and me both.” I looked back out at the water, letting out a slow breath as my body tingled with the memory of the way Porter had felt.

“You ready for the full moon?”

“No. No one tells me a damn thing here unless I ask, and it hasn’t occurred to me. When is it?”

“Tomorrow.”

“Great.” I lifted a hand to my hair, dragging my hand over the smooth braids Clementine had done for me. “Any clues?”

“Not really. All I know is that the wolves are reduced to their most feral form. A little like fae during their eclipses.”

“Let’s cross our fingers they all just go furry and spend the whole night running around in the forest, then,” I said.

He chuckled. “It would be better to ask your mate.”

“He avoids me, so I don’t know when I’d get a chance to do that. The bastard won’t even share a bed with me.”

Hale whistled. “Stubborn asshole.”

“I know.”

“Have you tried pushing him?”

“No. Evan wants me to, but I don’t want to hurt him any more than he’s already hurting.”

“Sometimes you have to throw water over someone’s face to wake them up. It’s a similar principle.”

“Jealousy doesn’t seem like the right kind of water.”

Hale snorted. “Who says you need jealousy? Igniting his possessiveness would do just as well, without risking anyone’s life.”

“Aren’t they the same?”

“Not even close.”

“What do you suggest, then?”

Hale’s eyes gleamed wickedly. “There’s a simple way to set off a mated male.”

“I’m listening.”

Hale explained a simple, but effective plan that made my stomach clench with what felt a hell of a lot like anticipation. He was done quickly, and smoothly changed the subject to the minigolf course Blair was building on the roof when I caught my first glimpse of Porter on his way back.

When Porter tossed me the only one-piece swimsuit I owned—the one that covered more skin than any other bathing suit I possessed—I rolled my eyes at him but swam out to pull it on. He caught the bikini top I threw back to him, and tucked it in his pocket before I slid beneath the waves to rejoin my sisters.

After my conversation with Blair’s mate, I was actually looking forward to that night.

The sun was going down when we were all too drained to stay in the water any longer. It was damn near crystal clear, and I knew I could finish purifying it myself over the next week or two.

A few wolves brought dinner out for all of us, the same way they’d brought lunch, so we all feasted together before heading back to the Manor.

After a round of hugs and promises to call everyone, not just Blair, they left me in the hallway with Porter.

I missed them immediately—but had something else to look forward to.

“Do I need to be worried about the full moon tomorrow?” I asked Porter, as we walked to our room.

“No.” His answer was immediate, and I shot him a look that said I needed more information. He clarified. “It’ll be fine. I had someone install a thick, solid lock on our door. That will keep me and anyone else out all night, so it’ll be normal for you.”

“As opposed to…”

“Wild.” He said the word without hesitation.

“How wild?” I pushed. “Orgies? Murder? Cannibalism? Human sacrifice?

His lips twitched as he fought a grin. “None of the above. Except maybe the orgies—but those are rare. They usually happen so far on the outskirts of the forest that no one stumbles upon them.”

“If you stumble upon one, I’ll have to cut your dick off.”

“You don’t need to worry about that. The only person I want is you.”

“Somehow, that’s not convincing.”

“You can access my mind freely throughout the night if you need to. I’ll probably spend most of it trying to break into our room, so I doubt you’ll find that necessary.”

“Trying to break into our room?” We reached the door, but I stopped there without stepping inside. He was going to leave if I walked in.

“You’re my mate.” He lifted a shoulder. “In my basest form, I want you. Endlessly.”

The words made my heart beat a little harder. Though I had a plan to push him (hopefully right into my bed) I hadn’t actually asked him to sleep next to me.

Suddenly, that seemed like a pretty important step.

“Do you want to share the bed tonight?” I asked him, gesturing toward the door that I still hadn’t opened. I didn’t want to spook him when he’d already made it clear that he didn’t want to share the room on multiple occasions.

“I do,” he said, nodding once. Slowly. My hope inflated, just a little bit. “But I shouldn’t.”

The deflation was hard and fast.

I’d let myself get my hopes up far too soon.

“Alright. Goodnight.” I stepped through the door, and he mirrored my goodbye as I shut it.

My eyes lingered on the new, extensive locking system, but I only turned the deadbolt. He had the code, so he could get through that if he changed his mind.

He didn’t change his mind, though.

So, determination settled on my shoulders.

I pulled one of my many brand-new vibrators from my nightstand drawer and slipped beneath the blankets.

Porter was going to change his mind about living with me the way mates were supposed to, or he was going to be tortured by the scent of my pleasure every time he stepped into our room.

It was his choice to make.