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Chapter 6

MADELINE

Nate pins me to the wall, reminding me of what happened the last time we kissed. The difference now is that no one can stop us.

He kisses with a passion that can't be extinguished, lifting my arms above my head and pinning them with one hand.

I feel my body start to hum with him this close to me again.

Nate's golden wolf eyes flash at me, almost as if recognizing his fated mate.

I feel mine do the same as my body nearly forces me out of his grip. My inner wolf battles to be let out almost as intensely as I would during a full moon.

A low growl emerges from Nate's throat and it travels through my body, almost making me howl. Goose bumps form on my skin in anticipation of what's about to happen.

Only my true mate could make me feel this way. Only he has such control over me.

Nate’s free hand moves to my neck, where he applies pressure before pulling my head away from the wall, still locked on his lips.

I get lost in the pleasure, slowly forgetting where I am. He moves away from my neck, shifting to my shirt, tearing it off.

“You won't be needing this,” Nate says.

His hand glides down to my thighs, sending shivers through my body. His hands were the last to touch me this way, and I'm happier than ever that he's doing it again.

He doesn't miss a beat, sliding one finger into my soft folds, before adding another one to fill me up. I bite my tongue, holding in my moan.

Eventually, I lose this battle, and I let my cries ring out. My gentle sighs of pleasure echo inside our posh suite. I gasp when Nate’s finger slides deep inside me. “Fuck, I've missed this. I've missed you.”

Nate responds by rubbing his fingers against my inner walls, pulling as much pleasure as he can from my delicate skin.

I wiggle in his grasp, but his hand holds mine firmly against the wall. I almost beg for him to fuck me.

Thankfully, Nate realizes it's time and he releases my hands. They move to his head and pull him back into a kiss as his fingers slide out of me.

I pull at his shirt as Nate removes his pants on his own. He lets them drop to the floor, before kicking them off. His length rises to the occasion, looking even bigger than I remember.

The kiss ends and my eyes drift over to his throbbing member. I watch it move toward me and anticipation fills me up first, before his cock glides into me.

My body feels like it's finally full after years of being empty. He completes me, moving in as far as he can go.

All the wind is knocked out of me and my head begins to feel light. Each thrust brings a new kind of pleasure that I can't get even close to explaining.

My other leg is hauled from the ground, with Nate holding me firmly against the wall. I wrap my arms around his neck, trying to catch my breath as he fucks me.

Nate's hips jerk against me and it feels like each thrust will knock the wall down. “Fuck, Nate, oh my God.”

I cry out relentlessly, mixing with his grunts as the wolf shifter fucks me. We hear a crack on the wall behind us and Nate takes this as a cue to move to the bed.

He transports me to the soft sheets before continuing to thrust. Our changed position gives him even more access to me, helping him go far deeper than he was before.

“Oh my—fuck! Fuck! You're so amazing.”

“You feel so good,” Nate confesses, grunting in my ears. “I've never felt anything this wonderful.”

His labored breathing makes the words struggle to escape, but even as I hear them, my mind can't handle it.

My eyes roll into my head as my body begins to shake violently. The pressure buildup is just too much for me and I cum with so much force I nearly pass out.

I only start to regain a little sense when I feel Nate shooting a steaming load deep inside me. We lie next to each other, trying to get some strength back. I begin to chuckle, drawing Nate's attention. “What is it?” he asks.

“I just had my mind blown,” I answer. "That was incredible," I murmur, looking into his eyes with genuine emotion rather than triumph. "It feels like nothing's changed between us."

Nate takes a few more seconds to respond. “We may be compatible sexually, but that doesn't mean that we're a match in other areas.”

I haven't felt this annoyed in a long time. I pull the sheets higher and sit up. “What the fuck is your problem?”

“Madeline, listen—”

“No, there's nothing to listen to. "I'm not trying to pressure you into anything, Nate. But I wish you could see that there's something real between us—something that goes beyond just physical attraction. It always has been."

“I'm not wrong about this though. Just because the sex is good doesn't mean the partnership is going to be good.”

I take a deep breath, centering myself before responding. "You're right. Good sex doesn't automatically mean a good relationship. But don't we at least owe it to ourselves to find out? The Nate I knew wasn't afraid to take risks."

“We can't judge based on this,” Nate argues. “It's just sex. Good or bad, it doesn't mean anything.”

“What did you just say to me?”

The hotel phone on the dresser next to the bed starts to ring.

Nate sighs. “Madeline—”

“Did you just tell me that sleeping with me means nothing to you?

“That's not—” Nate shuts up once I lower the sheets from my body, revealing my tits to him. His eyes travel to them and stay there without shame.

The hurt in my eyes is genuine, but I don't use my body to manipulate him. Instead, I reach for my clothes, maintaining my dignity. "I'm not going to beg for your attention, Nate. I deserve better than that."

Nate shakes his head to bring back his senses. Still, the incessant ringing of the hotel phone makes us even more annoyed than we should be.

He gets up and goes over to the phone, picking it up. I stand to meet him, waiting to hear what's so crucial that our argument is being interrupted.

“Hello?” Nate barks, following it with a series of nods and grunts. “Who?” More nondescript responses. Eventually, the call ends, and he turns to me.

“What is it?”

“There was someone at the front desk. A man.”

“Asking for us? Did you tell anyone we were here?”

Nate frowns. “He was here for you, but he didn’t leave his name.”

“What?” Shock washes over me.

This doesn't faze him. “You were the one who told someone you were here. Who’d you tell?”

“How would I even do that? We were together the whole time.”

“This is what I'm talking about. I can't even trust you to tell me the truth.”

I gasp, taking a step back. “That's what I'm doing! I'm telling you the truth.”

My insistence breaks through to him slightly, but it's still clear that Nate needs more convincing.

“I can't do this.” He turns toward his clothes, but I step aside, letting him gather his things.

"You know what? Maybe you're right. This was a mistake."

Nate looks up, surprised by my calm tone. I continue dressing, my movements controlled despite the emotion I'm feeling. "It's just sex," he says.

"If that's all it is to you, then I won't bother you again," I say, my voice steady despite the pain in my chest. "I'm not here to chase you anymore, Nate. I grew out of that years ago."

My calm dignity seems to affect him more than anger would have. I finish dressing and head to the door, pausing to look back at him one last time.

"For what it's worth," I say softly, "I haven't been with anyone else since you. Not because I was waiting for you, but because I respected what we had enough not to settle for less. but obviously it’s just sex, and your wolf probably doesn’t remember me."

As I reach for the door handle, Nate suddenly moves across the room, turning me to face him with unexpected urgency.

The passion in his eyes is undeniable. My need for him matches the urgency in his touch.

Nate drags me back toward the bed and bends me over it. He spreads my legs apart, pushing my head into the sheets as he rams into me with his engorged member.

I howl in pleasure as he fucks me as hard as he can. Sparks fly through my body, as he fucks me ferally, pushing into me with so much force, it feels like my hips might shatter.

“This is what you want?” he asks, emphasizing each word with a thrust.

Taking all of him in, my fingers dig into the sheets. “Yes! Fuck me!”

Nate moves one hand to the small of my back and pushes down while the other one takes a handful of hair and tugs roughly.

My eyes go back into my head, feeling the whiplash from being fucked so hard. My body accepts the thrusts, but I know there's only so much I can take.

Pleasure rushes through me. Nate moves his hand from my waist, lifting it high into the air, before bringing it down on my ass with force. The pain registers as even more pleasure and I immediately wish for him to spank me harder.

Nate does so without being told, alternating the slapping sounds between his hips and hands. Nothing I've ever felt comes close to this. It feels like my body is on fire.

It's too much for me to take and I cum harder than I ever have in my life. All the strength in my body disappears immediately, and the last thing I remember is that the world is going black.