Rejection (The Mate Games 2)

He clenched his jaw and opened his eyes, exhaling loudly. “Since we seem to be in a secret sharing mood, you should probably also know that the only way I could get off was if I pretended I was fucking you. I couldn’t look them in the face, so I would only fuck them from behind. And if I couldn’t look at them, how could I kiss them?” He tangled his fingers in my hair, bringing my face back down to his. “No one gets that part of me but you. It’s always been you, baby.”

“Oh...” I bit my lower lip, thinking back to our first time together in the forest. He’d forced me to get on my hands and knees then too, even though he’d already been halfway inside me when we were face to face. Even now, in the middle of my heat, he’d only taken me on my knees while I’d presented for him. “So... you didn’t want to look at me either? You still don’t?”

His eyes widened. “Fuck, no. That’s not... I want to look at you all the goddamn time. I’ve barely let myself close my eyes the last couple of days, worried I’d wake up and find out this was all a dream. I’m afraid it’s going to beyouwho doesn’t want to seeme.” His voice dropped to a ragged whisper. “What if I give you my broken heart and you realize you don’t want it?”

Shaking my head, I leaned close and kissed him softly. “I want it,” I whispered against his lips. “I want to unbreak it.”

In one move, I reached behind me and positioned his thick cock where it belonged before sinking down on him and taking him all the way inside. His gasp was a thing of beauty. I was so full. So stretched, I could barely move as I adjusted.

His hands went to my hips as vulnerable eyes locked with mine. “Sunday...”

“You deserve to be loved like this. To look into the eyes of your mate and know you’re safe. That you’re wanted. Let me give you this.”

He nodded, and the furrow between his brows broke something inside me.

I began a slow dance for him, rolling my hips, dragging my nails across his chest, touching myself as he watched.

“Is this your heat?” he asked, voice hoarse and tight.

“No. This is me. Choosing you.”

He shuddered, his eyes closing briefly and then flaring wide as he surged up and grasped my face, sealing his lips over mine. “I love you so fucking much it consumes me,” he breathed, before claiming my mouth again.

“I—”

“Don’t say it yet. Not until you really mean it.”

Instead of responding, I held onto him, baring my mating mark and begging silently for him to remind me where I belonged. He kissed me there, the sensation of his mouth on my tender skin sending an orgasm crashing through me.

“Fuck, Sunday. I’m close.”

“Yes.”

“Oh, God…please. I can’t stop.”

“Don’t. Don’t ever stop.”

Fucking me. Loving me. There were lots of ends to that sentence. All I knew was that Kingston belonged to me. He always had. Just like I had always belonged to him.

I wrapped my legs around his waist and rode him as he held me in his arms. His cock jerked inside me, knot swelling at the base, and he let out an agonized groan before calling my name and filling me with his release.

It was more intense than anything we’d done. We’d taken each other so many times at this point, but never like this, never with our hearts involved. Well, never withmyheart involved.

Collapsing together on the blankets, we held each other, breaths ragged, pulses racing.

He laughed softly before kissing me. “Did that really just happen? I’m not hallucinating because you’ve drained my balls so many times?”

I smiled, snuggling deeper into his arms. “It really happened.” Then my smile faded, and I pressed my hand against his chest over his heart. “I choose you, Kingston. I promise from now on, I will always choose you.”