Page 21 of Rejected Sold Mate (Crystal Creek Wolves #4)

All that is to say that I wasn't a stranger to being intoxicated in one way or another. I'd even had two heat cycles under my belt. But being in heat with a mate bond thrumming in my chest, and said mate wrapped around me, was something altogether different.

Alcohol, weed, and even my first few heats were something that happened to me. The heat that hit me after I'd become Jayce's mate wasn't just changing me; it was changing the entire world around me. Or at least that was how it felt, at the moment.

I wasn't giddy or laughing, and while I was starving, it wasn't for food. It was for Jayce, my Alpha, my mate.

He was being careful, and a distant, not heat-addled part of my brain appreciated that.

Once I gave in to the heat, I would have been more than happy to have him take me on the forest floor, fill me up until the ache in my core abated, but Jayce had a hold on his feral side so strong that it was almost unbelievable.

When I kissed him, he kissed me back, hands roving over my body, but never pushing me forward. He was waiting for me, wanting me to make the next move.

When the first kiss broke, I pulled away, breathing hard, “You're really okay with this? This isn't going to change things between us?”

I'd tried to fight it, I really had, but the truth was, I needed him. More than I'd ever needed anyone, or anything, and it was impossible to hold back now. The ache that had started hours ago had grown, and I could feel the slick running down the inside of my thighs.

Jayce's eyes were dark, storm cloud gray. His voice was a low growl when he replied, “I want this. Want you. More than you can imagine.”

I knew we weren't the type to talk about our feelings, but something about the night felt fragile, and I needed to hear him say the words. I kissed him again, but when we broke apart, I kept talking.

“Are you sure? You said—”

“Rhie, stop,” Jayce rumbled, “We're past the point of no return, aren't we? You're in heat. I'm not going to let you suffer like that. You're my mate. Of course, I'm sure.”

I was holding on to the logical part of my mind by my fingertips, but Jayce's reassurances finally gave me the courage to let go.

I was free-falling, and his mouth was on mine again, tongue pushing between my lips to glide along mine.

Then he swept me into his arms, and my arms were locked around his neck, breathing hard as he took us through the forest.

Kissing his neck, I worked at the top button of his flannel, but he made a noise deep in his chest that had me stopping. “Rhie,” it was like he had to force the words out, “If you keep touching me like that, I'm going to have you right here on the fucking sticks and leaves.”

My lust-soaked brain couldn't see the problem with that. “So?”

“So, I want better for you,” He stopped long enough to nip my bottom lip, “I want to take my time.”

Oh. Well. When he put it that way...

I had no idea if anyone from the bonfire spotted us as Jayce helped me into his Jeep, but I didn't care either way. The drive home was silent, our bond singing, the anticipation making me shift in the seat, rubbing my thighs together to find any ounce of relief.

We barely made it into the house before we were on each other.

As soon as the front door shut, Jayce backed me against it, kissing me senseless, his tongue tangling with mine.

My hands were everywhere, tugging at his flannel shirt, then pulling his hair, urging him closer.

We were like magnets, two positive charges coming together and sparking.

Jayce's hands were greedy, grabbing at me, cupping my ass, and pulling me tight to his body. My hips were rolling against his, searching for friction, and he was all too happy to give it to me.

“You're burning up,” he said, hands pushing up under my sweater to graze my ribs before pulling it over my head and tossing it aside.

“Yes,” I agreed. He was right; I was burning alive, consumed from the inside out by my heat.

It started in my core, radiating outwards until I could feel it everywhere, even the tips of my fingers as I dragged them through Jayce's hair.

I needed him to quench the fire; nothing else would work, but it was hard for me to find any words besides, “Please, Jayce.”

He cupped my breasts, still clad in a lace bra, thumbs skimming over my nipples, the sensation so sharp that I arched against the doorway, gasping.

He didn't pause, though, and sank to his knees in front of me like he was in prayer, fingers already working on the button of my jeans.

When he hooked his fingers in the waistband and pulled them down, Jayce let out an uneven breath, pressing his lips to my hipbone reverently.

But I was spiraling, and every touch made me more frantic. I threaded my fingers through his hair again, tugging him to the apex of my thighs, trembling as he slowly worked my soaked panties down my legs.

“God, you smell good,” he groaned, his lips trailing over the soft skin of my inner thigh, getting so close to where I wanted him before switching and pressing a kiss to the other side. My knees went weak, but Jayce caught me, hooking one of my legs over his shoulder so I could use him for support.

I was panting, unable to think clearly, but when Jayce's next kiss landed right where I was burning the most, over my wet pussy, I almost melted with relief. Finally, finally, he was going to save me from the fire.

His tongue was hot and slick against my center, and I couldn't help the broken moan that came out of me as his tongue lapped at me.

He ate me like I was his favorite meal, licking and sucking, the sounds obscene, but they were music to my ears.

My fingers dug into his shoulders, nails scratching as he worked his magic.

“That's it, mate,” He said between strokes of his tongue, “Give it all to me. Let me make you feel good.”

I closed my eyes, giving into the feeling, the pleasure blooming like a flower from my core.

When he sucked my clit between his lips, my sighs turned into keens, and when he sank one, and then two long fingers into my channel, I was almost crazy with the sensation of it.

Nothing had ever felt so good. I wasn't burning anymore, I was flying.

“So tight,” he rasped, “So perfect.”

I was lost, drowning in the feeling, until finally the wave crested, and my orgasm rolled through me. It was so powerful that I nearly blacked out, stars popping behind my eyelids. My mouth was open, but I had no words.

It felt like it went on forever, and I was still shuddering when Jayce picked me up, carrying me through the house. His mouth was on mine, and I could taste my slick on his tongue, musky and sweet.

He carried me up the stairs and into the bedroom.

There, he laid me gently on the bed, kissing me deeply, and it was only then that I noticed he'd stripped down as well.

I was shuddering as he leaned over me, coaxing me to lift up long enough to unhook my bra so I could shrug it off, and when his mouth descended on my pebbled nipples, I was sure I would break into pieces.

It was all so good. Each touch, each kiss, drove back my heat. I was satisfied yet hungry, but I knew Jayce had more to give.

When I reached for his cock, his hand was already there, stroking himself. He was thick and long, and his head was already glistening with precum. I ran my thumb over the tip, and he shuddered, hips thrusting forward.

“Don't tease, Rhie,” he said, “Tasting you has me on the edge already.”

I smiled, slow and languid, pushing his hand aside and replacing it with mine and ignoring his protest. “Show me how you like it.”

He was happy to oblige, and he was soon guiding my hand up and down his length. We kissed again, his lips brushing over mine as he moved his hips. When I felt him grow even harder, I finally gave him, releasing his length to lie back on the mattress once more.

Wordlessly, because we were both perfectly in sync at that moment, Jayce moved over me once more. I let my legs fall open, and he groaned at the sight of my pussy, gripping his cock and lining himself up with my entrance.

“Do you want my knot, Omega?”

My answer was immediate. “Yes. God, yes.”

I was already wet, but Jayce was kind, pushing into me slowly, inch by inch, until he was buried deep inside me. He filled me completely, and the sensation of him, thick and hot, had me arching, gasping at the stretch.

“Rhie,” Jayce moaned, and then his mouth was on mine, devouring me, as he began to move.

He was big, but my body was ready for him, and I was wet enough that each thrust was smooth and easy. He took me gently, slowly, drawing the pleasure out until I was begging him to go faster, harder.

“I don't want to hurt you,” he protested.

“You won't,” I promised, “I'm not made of glass.”

He was tense from trying to hold back, but still grinned wickedly. “If you want it hard, Rhie, I'll give it to you.”

I was breathless, but my nod was enough for him.

He reared up, hands moving to my thighs, and then his hips began to piston, and all I could do was take it.

He fucked me just like I'd asked him to, rough and relentless, hitching one leg and then the other over his shoulders so he could hit all the best angles.

When the broad head of his cock pressed against my G-spot, the pleasure was so intense that tears stung the corners of my eyes.

The bed creaked beneath us, and the scent of our sex was heavy in the air.

“Don't stop,” I begged, something monumental building inside of me. I knew when I came, it would be like nothing I'd ever experienced before. “I'm so close,”

Jayce's face was drawn, his body covered in a sheen of sweat, and his thrusts were losing rhythm, “Me, too,” he panted.