Rejection (The Mate Games 2)

Mine.

“Kærasta,” I whispered, sliding one of my hands into her hair and tugging her face down so I could claim her lips with mine.

Her need matched my own. She wrapped her bare legs around my waist, clinging to me as she kissed me with an intensity that brought lust roaring to life inside of me.

I groaned, needing more than her mouth. My palms gripped her arse, holding her completely nude body against my unfortunately clothed one. Walking us toward the closest surface, I pressed her against one of the few bookshelves that remained after the attack and thrust my tongue inside her mouth, desperate to deepen our connection. She sent her hands trailing over my back, then around to the front of my joggers, where she found me straining and hard.

“I want you inside me,” she whispered against my lips.

“Fuck, Sunny.”

“That’s the idea, Viking.”

I huffed out a laugh, holding her up with one arm while giving the material at my hips a sharp yank, shoving them down far enough to free my cock so I could take her.

Her damp heat met my battle-fevered skin, and we both moaned. I’d never felt this kind of all-consuming need before. My heart was raging, blood roaring in my ears. If I didn’t sink into her right the fuck now, I might die.

“I don’t think I can be gentle.”

“Who wants gentle?”

“Gods, you’re perfect.”

She snickered. “You might be the only person on earth who thinks so.”

“I doubt that. But right now, you’re mine.” I took my cock in my fist, notching it at her entrance and pulling back just enough that I could look down into her flushed face. “Look at me, Sunday. I want to watch your eyes as I fill you.”

If the groan that tore from my throat when her walls clenched around the crown of me was any indication, I wasn’t going to last long once I was sheathed inside her sweet cunt.

I needed to make this count.

I slid in slowly. Agonizingly slow. The glide of her slick walls along my aching shaft, the wetness from her pussy dripping down my balls, was enough to make everything in me tighten in anticipation.

“Fuck, Alek, you’re so big,” she panted, her nails digging into my back. “I don’t think it’s going to fit.”

“I’ll make it fit.” My voice was more growl than speech, but I was holding on by a thread. The Viking in me wanted to pillage her body until everything was mine. I wanted her boneless, drenched in my cum, the only word on her lips my name.

“Alek, please.”

As if granting my wishes, that breathy moan made me tremble, and I dug my fingers into her tender flesh, tightening my hold but not giving her what she wanted. I was determined to make this last as long as I could.

“Hold onto me, Kærasta.”

She wrapped her legs around me tighter and used all her strength to pull me in, sinking my cock to the hilt and making us both cry out.

“That’s not exactly what I meant.”

“You’re taking too long.”

“Impatient little thing, aren’t you?”

I released her arse so I could get more leverage by gripping the shelves on either side of her head, then I lowered my lips to hers and began moving. The slide of her soft wet flesh over my steel-hard length sent a wash of pleasure through me with each powerful drive of my hips. I was already on the edge of oblivion, ready to fill her with my spend until she dripped with my cream. I wanted her to feel me inside her, remembering this moment and me for days to come.

“God, Alek.”

“Yes, that’s it. Tell your god who you want.”

“You. Fuck, Alek. It’s you.”