Page 14 of M.A.Y.A (After the End #4)

The gym went silent, and Maya heard the crowd walk toward the exit. She was too embarrassed to see, too comforted by the smell of Isaiah’s damp skin to do anything but hold onto him.

When the doors closed with a resounding bang, Maya felt the hard ridges of his shoulders relax under her arms.

“Tiny warrior, I promise you, I’m fine,” he said soothingly. His hands spanned most of the width of her back as he stroked her from shoulder to ass.

“God, your entire pack must hate me,” she said against his neck. She trembled as the adrenaline began to wear off. “I attacked your Beta. I made Cindy run through the forest because I thought something bad had happened to you. And then I interrupted your class.”

“You didn’t know, baby,” he said as he slowly lowered her to her feet. He pulled back to look down at her face. His expression was tender as he cupped her jaw. “You’re my mate, so it’s only reasonable to assume the worst when you’re in that situation. It’s understandable that you’d be scared.”

“I’m not your mate yet,” Maya said. She took a step back, hating the distance that she was putting between them.

She hated how much she wanted to jump back into his arms, because of how safe she felt with him.

“This was a perfect example of why we don’t belong together.

Your pack sees that, too. I can’t shift, I don’t understand your Alpha duties, and I look and smell and react differently. ”

Isaiah’s expression hardened, and he closed the gap between them.

“Everything you’re listing is an external factor.

When it comes to our mating bond, the only thing that matters is what’s between you and me.

We’ll figure out the rest together. We still have a week and a few days before you have to decide, Maya. Don’t quit just yet.”

“If I decide then or now, it doesn’t matter. We can’t just ignore external factors. You have a responsibility to your pack.”

“No,” he said. His voice had bite to it for the first time since they met.

He’d never spoken to her with such authority.

“Now that I’ve found you, my responsibility will always be to you first.” He pounded a fist against his chest. “I was afraid of it before, but the longer you’re in my life, the more it makes sense.

I’m not afraid of it anymore. You will be my North Star, and don’t you dare give me that bullshit that you’re not my mate yet.

You were my mate from the moment that I found you. ”

North Star. He’d pointed to the North Star a few nights ago when they’d lain in the field and traced the constellations together.

It had been eons since she’d experienced something so beautiful, and he’d given it to her.

But how could she be as bright and shining as a North Star?

It was filled with so much light, and she was so broken.

“Maya,” he said, his voice hard and unyielding. It was as if he knew exactly what her train of thought had been.

“Isaiah…”

“Maya, let go. Please. For me. Just accept it and let go of all those worries you have that you’re just not good enough or that you don’t belong with me.

Fate has chosen for us, and it’s never wrong.

I promise, I’ll spend the rest of our lives proving it to you.

” His arms squeezed her waist, and his eyes were warm and pleading as they bore into his.

Maya didn’t know if it was the adrenaline that was still coursing through her body, or if she just wanted to be selfish for a moment despite all her misgivings.

But if they only had less than two weeks together before she had to tell him no, she didn’t want to waste it arguing with him.

Not when he’d shown her joy and pleasure instead of the horror and pain she’d experienced for years.

Not when she was starting to feel just as dedicated to him as he’d been to her.

She stood on her toes, wrapped her arms around his neck, and pulled his mouth down to hers. She felt his shock, the way his body jerked at the impact, and then the tension that coursed through the lines of his throat and shoulders.

He pressed a thumb against her chin to open her mouth, and his tongue immediately swept over hers, turning her desperate kiss wanton between one breath and the next.

She knew her heart was racing. She could feel it pound as she tasted him, as she felt him deep in the small part of her that was still human.

Her thoughts scattered, and she felt owned by this man, this wolf who was so certain of who she was when she barely trusted herself.

His hand stroked over the curve of her butt, and she groaned against his lips that continued to devour her as if she was his last meal. The sensation was enough to solidify her resolve. She pulled away from him and combed her fingers through his hair.

“Isaiah? I want you.”

Desire burned in his eyes as he pulled her close so that their torsos pressed against each other. “Maya. Let’s go back to—”

“No,” she said before raking her fingers over the ridges of his muscled abdomen. “No, I want you here. Now. Right this minute.”

She gripped his shirt at his collar, and, with one quick tug, ripped it in half. Buttons flew everywhere as she exposed his muscled chest and the smattering of hair that trailed down his stomach and under the waistband of his pants.

“Tiny warrior,” he groaned as he made quick work of removing her shirt as well.

The sound of her gasps and pants echoed through the gym, and she succumbed to his strength.

In a flurry of hands and firm touches, they stripped out of the rest of their clothes in the center of the sparring mat, under the bright lights that allowed them to hide nothing from each other.

Then they tumbled to their knees, naked limbs and eager mouths.

Isaiah’s power was like an aphrodisiac as he parted her legs with large, confident fingers and pressed a thumb over her clit.

Her reaction was like the first time he touched her in the shower.

The bud of nerves at the apex of her thighs was already swollen, and her pussy was wet for him.

She lifted her hips off the mat, eager for more.

He parted her slit, watching her with eyes that turned wolf, then his mouth was there, licking her in long, languid strokes before he sucked at her clit.

Maya felt the first orgasm build like a steady crescendo.

There was no slowing it down, no stopping it from thundering through her.

He pushed two blunt tipped fingers deep inside her, the force relentless and hard.

When they curled up to hit that spot he knew exactly how to stroke, she came.

Her scream echoed off the rafters, and her legs trembled from the force of her orgasm.

“Isaiah!” She reached for him, eager to feel the pressure of his body against hers. Between gasps and frantic pants, she spoke. “I need you inside me.”

He gripped her thighs with his firm hands. “Tiny warrior, I have to get you ready.”

She didn’t know what that meant, and then she couldn’t think about his words at all.

His mouth trailed up and over her belly button until he latched onto one of her breasts.

His talented tongue swirled around a tightened nipple, and then his teeth bit down on the tip with just enough pressure to make her pussy throb.

It was as if Isaiah paid attention to her every hip roll, every eager gasp and whine, and adjusted his grip, his strokes to meet her every need and pull every ounce of pleasure that he could from her body.

Maya felt a third finger push inside her, gently stroking in and out until Isaiah set a steady rhythm while simultaneously brushing a thumb across her over-sensitized clit.

With his mouth, his hands, and the feel of his body over hers, the memory of pain she’d endured was replaced with overwhelming pleasure.

It pierced through her like lightning.

Her next orgasm was so much more intense that it robbed her of her breath. Not only did she experience pleasure, but she could also feel Isaiah’s at the same time.

“Now,” she demanded. “Take me now.”

His mouth crashed down on hers again, and she tasted herself on his lips and tongue before he leaned back on his haunches and flipped her onto her stomach. Her hips were in the air, her cheek pressed against the thick plastic mat, while Isaiah rested between her thighs.

“Your first time shouldn’t be like this. Last chance. Let me take you to the safe house.”

“My first time should be where and when I choose,” she said, crying out when his thumbs pressed into her lower back as he gripped her hips.

She felt the crown of his cock brush over her pussy.

“Jesus, you’re so wet that you’re dripping down your thigh. Is this all for me?”

“For you,” she gasped. “It’s for you.”

“Baby, this may hurt a little—”

“Isaiah,” Maya shrieked. Her words were fragmented by her panting. “Please take me.”

“Who am I to deny my mate?” he crooned, and slid his length along her opening, lubricating himself from root to tip.

The bulbous head of his cock was notched at her entrance now. It was huge, enormous, and enough to rob her of her breath again. Deep inside, she recognized his concern for her, his worry that he’d cause her pain.

Maya looked over her shoulder and saw the tension form a line between Isaiah’s brow, and the heated desire that still burned brightly in his eyes. “I want you,” she said. “I want this. I promise you won’t hurt me.”

“You’ve had enough pain in your life, baby,” he whispered.

“Which is how I know that I deserve this, I deserve us,” she replied. “Take me, Isaiah. I’m yours.”

His eyes glowed a beautiful gold and grey. His expression thunderous, before he pushed into her, one glorious inch after another. Maya groaned, her eyes closing as she savored the feeling. Then she sobbed as he began to pull out. The pressure was unlike anything she’d ever experienced before.

“One inch at a time,” he said, the growl of a wolf thick in his voice. “You can take me all, but you’ll do it my way.”

She didn’t know how long it took. Minutes, hours, days. She was too focused on her pleasure, on the feeling of Isaiah’s thick penis spreading her wide open, making it hard for her to catch her breath, to breathe normally ever again.

She came twice by the time he was seated all the way inside her.

That’s when she began to cry. Tears that had rarely come after the first year of her captivity flowed freely now.

They washed away memories of panic and fear and made room for all the experiences this incredible man wanted to give her.

“Move, Isaiah, fuck me, please. I need you so much.”

“I’ll take care of you, baby. I’ll always take care of you.

” He began pumping, slowly thrusting in and out of her tight pussy until she was reduced to screams. Isaiah’s hands gripped her waist with gentle force to pull her back against his cock, seating her fully until there was a steady rhythm of skin slapping against skin.

Her orgasm came fast now, rushing over her without warning. She felt the intensity blast through her core, the echoes reverberating deep in her chest, in the barely-there part of her heart—the desire and ecstasy Isaiah was experiencing mirrored her own.

Maya was now covered in a thin sheen of sweat, her hair sticking to her temples as Isaiah continued to pump in and out of her at a brutal pace.

“Once I begin knotting,” he said, his words barely audible, “you have to stay still.”

“Kn-knotting?”

Before he could answer, Maya felt the head of his penis inside of her grow alarmingly bigger until she was gasping for air. “Isaiah!” she shrieked. She felt like she was being split in half, her entire body ripped apart by his intrusion.

Isaiah’s hand curled around the front of her neck and stroked over her erratic pulse. “Take a deep breath,” he said, his words cut and choppy. “In and out. I can’t pull out until I come otherwise, I’m going to hurt you. We’ll do this together.”

“C-come?” Shit, he hadn’t come yet, she realized, and when his cock thickened further, she cried out at the same time he did. Then she felt the hot gush of his release fill her up, warm her from the inside. He jerked against her, his hold on her hip and neck tightening even further.

“Maya!” He called out.

If she hadn’t been robbed of her voice, she’d have his name on her lips too.

As his cum began leaking down her thigh, mingling with her own juices, she was grateful that he’d reminded her to breathe. Maya came again quietly, a series of pleasurable aftershocks that were triggered by his pulsing cock.

Just as she was about to collapse against the mat, Isaiah pulled her up using his hold on her neck, so that she could sit on his thighs.

The move pushed him impossibly deeper inside of her until she thought he was in her chest, in her throat.

His lips caressed the nape of her neck, and it assuaged some of the rising panic in her gut.

“This is the way we’ll always be,” Isaiah said against her ear before he kissed her lobe. “Explosive. In sync. Perfect together. Be with me, Maya. Mate with me. Claim me as yours and let me claim you as mine.”

She didn’t respond, she couldn’t with how the knot was still lodged inside of her.

Instead, she turned her head so that her lips could find his.

This was enough for now. This would have to be enough.

Wishing for more was playing a dangerous game, and she wasn’t sure if her past would come and ruin the joy, the love that she’d found with this incredible man who held her like he’d shoulder the world to keep her safe.