Wounded Kiss (To Be Claimed 1)

“I want to touch you.” I barely breathe out the words as my desire for him numbs my body.

“Then touch me.” My hands instantly wrap around his thick cock and my lips seal around him as I take his length all the way. He fists my hair and shoves himself down my throat.

“Look at me.” My eyes instantly find his lustful gaze and the moment they do he releases his hot cum in the back of my throat as his legs tremble, and all the while his silver eyes stay locked on mine. I keep my eyes open, not wanting to break the contact as I swallow him down. He pumps in and out of my mouth in short, shallow thrusts before pulling away from my lips.

His strong arms lift me off the floor and he effortlessly carries me to the bed and tosses me down on the mattress, stalking on his knees toward me. “Open your legs.” I obey his simple command, parting them wide as he pushes my thighs apart and he positions himself between them. His hot tongue runs between my legs, lapping up my arousal before flicking my swollen clit.

My back arches and my hands grab his hair, pushing him into me as I moan at the teasing touch. He sucks my clit into his mouth, massaging his tongue against it. “Yes!” I scream out as the pulsing heat runs through my body. My heels dig into the mattress and I push myself harder against him, searching for my release. He pulls back as his fingers continue to tease me, and his eyes focus on my wanting heat.

“Please fuck me,” I moan into the hot air.

“You’re too sore.” He curls his thick fingers, finding that rough spot along my front wall and strokes it mercilessly before leaning down to nibble at my clit.

I claw at his shoulders and scream in desperation for him to pound into me. I feel so empty without him; I know I need him inside me. He smacks my clit with his other hand, causing my body to jolt off of the bed. I scream his name as waves of heated pleasure pulse through my body. Wave after wave keep me trembling as he continues his rough strokes. He slowly pulls out as the aftershocks dim and my breathing steadies.

“Watching you get off is the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen,” he says then climbs up my body, leaving kisses on my heated skin as he travels to my neck to suck the spot he told me he would bite when he claims me.

“Mmm,” is the only response I can manage.

Lizzie

“You going to fight me again, little one?” My eyelids slowly open to the sound of Dom’s rough baritone voice. My loosely closed fists rub my eyes, but they’re so damn hot and sore from crying that I have to press my palms into them for relief. The stinging ache only subsides for a moment before I force my hands away and open my eyes to stare back at the two werewolves in the room. My eyes alternate focus between my two mates.

When I see Dom’s serious expression, my body instantly recoils. My shoulders hunch and I pull up my legs, wrapping the soft, thick comforter tightly around my body. Shame washes over me, but I can’t help my body’s reaction. I know he’s my mate, but my heart hasn’t accepted what my mind has come to terms with. Or maybe it’s vice versa; I can’t tell. His bulky shoulders rise with his heavy intake of air. The sight of his anger forces a strangled whimper from my throat. I forcefully swallow as I remember his question. “No,” I whisper. I won’t fight him anymore. Not intentionally, but I can’t stop my defensive reactions.

“I’m not going to hurt you.” My chest aches at his soft words.

I keep my head hung low as I reply, “I know.” He’s my mate, and I know everything that the word means. I used to dream of the day, but that was before my life turned into a nightmare.

I listen to them both approach and feel a dip as they sit on the left side of the bed. I lift my eyes to find both of them watching me expectantly. My handsome hunter and gorgeous savage are an intimidating pair. I smile weakly at them, feeling both unworthy and grateful. In truth, I’m relieved to find my mates, but sadness overrides that relief. I’m all too aware of how hollow my chest feels. I know that as their mate, I’m supposed to feel a pull to them. I’m supposed to desire their touch. And I do, but it’s subdued. It’s so weak I can barely feel the gentle pull. Dom slowly reaches for me with his hand turned upward. I breathe in deep and put my hand in his; it’s so small in comparison. His large fingers wrap around my hand and pull me to him. I willingly prop myself up on my knees and silently crawl in between my mates.