Rejection (The Mate Games 2)

His whole body shuddered as he fought some kind of internal war. I thought he was going to leave, but then, gaze locked on mine, he stepped inside. Kingston thrust deep, his grunt of pleasure and the force of his entry making me cry out. The flash of arousal on Caleb’s face had my walls already fluttering around Kingston’s thick cock.

“You like to watch, Priest?” Kingston’s voice held a taunting edge. “Have a seat then. I’ll show you how it’s done.”

Caleb sneered, rage twisting his features. “I don’t take orders from pups like you.”

I reached out and grabbed Kingston’s thigh. “I want to turn over. I need to be able to see you—both of you.”

A rumble of pleasure vibrated through Kingston. He slapped me once on the ass. Hard. “On your back then.”

He flipped me over, making me cry out in surprised laughter. I bounced on the bed but quickly turned serious as the urge to be filled hit me again. I needed him. I neededthem.

“Please,” I moaned.

“You never have to beg me to fuck you, Mate.” He slammed inside me before he finished speaking, causing me to arch up with a pleasure-filled gasp.

Breathing hard, I turned my head, my eyes seeking out Caleb’s. He stood a few feet from me, his gaze hard and intense, jaw clenched, but under the stoic exterior, I saw the mess of a man who’d been trying and failing to deny himself.

“Touch me, Caleb.”

Kingston’s long deep thrusts faltered for the barest second, so I rolled my hips to remind him I needed him too. His grip turned bruising around my upper thighs as he renewed the powerful drive of his cock, lighting me up with each slide of those piercings. His way of giving me his own reminder. As if I could forget him.

Caleb stared at the two of us, his focus on me more than Kingston. I wondered if he was putting himself in my mate’s place, picturing his cock filling me, him making me moan.

“Please?”

“I can’t,” he said, his voice low and tight.

“You can.”

“A stor...”

“Please... I need you.”

His eyes closed and a muscle feathered in his jaw. When they snapped back open, they shone with a determination I’d never seen before.

My breath hitched as he stalked toward the bed. He reached out with trembling fingers, tenderly brushing the backs of them against my cheek.

Kingston huffed out a harsh laugh. “Not like that, Padre. She likes it rough. Give her what she really wants or get the fuck out of here and let me do it.”

A ripple of pleasure rolled through me at Kingston’s harsh words. He was right. Caleb knew I liked it rough, but Kingston didn’t know about what went on in the secret places Father Gallagher took me. My clit pulsed with the need for friction as Kingston’s thrusts deepened, and when Caleb gripped my face and slid his thumb between my lips, I nearly came.

“Suck me, little one.”

The growled command in his brogue nearly undid me. I’d played out this fantasy so many times without coming close to the nirvana of the real thing. As I did as he asked, I wished it was his cock.

His slight gasp as I sucked hard on the digit had me lifting my hips and picking up the pace Kingston had set. I needed more. My mate was fucking me too slowly, my confessor wasn’t letting me have what I really wanted, and frustration crept into my mind. But Kingston could tell. At this point, he knew my body better than anyone. He let out a dark laugh and pressed in to the hilt, stilling his hips and making me suffer.

“Look at that clit, ripe and swollen and begging for attention. I bet it aches, doesn’t it, Sunshine?”

I moaned and bit down on Caleb’s thumb, making him grunt and step a little closer.

“Do you see what we’re doing to her, Priest? She needs us.”

Caleb’s gaze trailed from my face over my flushed breasts and down to the juncture between my thighs where Kingston had me split open on his dick.

“So pink and pretty,” he whispered, his eyes heated with desire. He pulled his thumb free of my lips and let his palm hover over my throat. Then, realizing he’d spoken out loud, he groaned and let out a tortured, “Father, forgive me.”

“Your father isn’t here right now,” Kingston growled. “Make her come on my cock, Gallagher. Make her scream for us.”