Rejected Mate (Feral Shifters 1)

Kian’s hands tighten on my hips. “I’m glad you let him keep his money tonight.”

“Me too.” I trace one of the tattoos on his chest. “I’m glad you came to Keggers tonight.”

A smile curves his full lips. “I almost didn’t. Thank fuck I changed my mind.”

God, his smile is breathtaking. It cuts across his face, softening the hard lines of his features, and I can see it reflected in his gold-rimmed eyes. I drag my pussy over his cock again as I gaze down at him, watching heat flare in his expression. The friction and pressure on my clit feel amazing. I don’t expect to come again after the intense orgasms I had earlier, but my body is still humming with pleasure, still hungry for sensation.

I pick up my pa

ce a little, rolling my hips to get more friction on my clit as Kian’s hands start to roam. He slides them up to cup my breasts, tugging at my nipples and making me bite my lower lip. I switch up the rhythm of my hips, making a sort of figure-eight pattern as I use the velvety hardness of his dick to bring me pleasure.

“Gorgeous,” Kian murmurs, releasing my breasts after one more sharp pinch of my nipples. His hands move downward again, his thick fingers gripping my ass.

Then he grabs a handful of my ass cheek in one hand, spreading me open a bit as the fingers of his other hand press against my back hole.

I yelp, my drooping eyelids flaring wide open, and he lets out a laugh that sends vibrations straight to my clit.

I scowl at him, swatting at his chest. “Hey. Warn a girl next time before you—”

Whatever else I was about to say gets lost in a groan as he pushes his finger deep inside me.

“I’m going to finger your asshole,” he says belatedly.

I try to scowl again, but my face can’t quite figure out how to do it. I really didn’t think I could come again, but sparks are dancing through my body, and the throbbing in my clit intensifies as I grind against his cock.

Kian stares up at me, his gaze devouring every little expression that crosses my features as he toys with my asshole the same way he did with my pussy earlier—like he fucking owns it.

My eyelids flutter, falling shut as I arch my back a little, sliding up and down over his cock as he works a second finger into my ass. I’m smearing my wetness all over him, but he doesn’t seem to mind at all, and I glide easily over the hard length of his shaft as I swivel my hips. When I come, I can feel my ass tighten around his fingers, and although it’s not as intense as my last orgasm, it rolls through me in hot waves that feel like they’ll never end.

I’m catching my breath, my eyes still closed, when Kian’s deep voice draws my focus back to him like a magnet.

“Amora,” he rumbles. “Put me inside you.”

Fuck. He doesn’t have to tell me twice.

I rise up on my knees a bit, fisting his cock to line him up with my entrance, and when I ease down onto his length, I feel even more full than before with his fingers still buried in my ass. He thrusts up a few times, matching the rhythm of his hand and his hips, but after a while, that doesn’t seem to be enough for him anymore.

He slides his fingers out of my back hole, grabbing my hips to lift me and slam me back down on his cock.

“Shit, that’s good,” I breathe, my mouth falling open.

He’s gonna make me come again. He won’t even have to work that hard for it either. I should be a puddle on the fucking floor by now, unable to even move, let alone orgasm again, but I can feel another one gathering low in my belly.

“Wait for me,” he commands, and I recognize that tone from earlier.

“Then hurry up,” I shoot back, reaching up to tweak my nipples as he picks up his pace, thrusting harder into me from below.

He growls. Then he moves so fast the room around me becomes a blur. The next thing I know, I’m on my back, Kian’s body covering mine as he settles between my legs and fucks me like he’s trying to leave a permanent reminder of this night imprinted on my body.

Like he’s trying to ruin me for anyone else.

His cock drives into me hard and fast, and he rests his forehead against mine as we both pant for breath. I lose track of which are his inhales and which are my exhales, and I can feel his heart slamming against his ribs, mirrored by my own.

Despite the feverish desperation of our bodies as they collide, there’s something so intimate about this moment, as if we’re wrapping ourselves up in a little cocoon that blocks out everything but each other.

My body is straining, building toward another orgasm, calling on reserves of energy I didn’t even know I had as sweat drips down the side of my temple.

“Almost there, baby,” he murmurs, his voice raw. “So fucking close.”