Fated (Pyte/Sentinel 5)

“Are you going to make me beg you to fuck me again, Drew?” she asked against his lips, teasing him with the tip of her tongue as she ground her pussy against him.

When all he could do was groan in response, because she’d simply stolen his ability to speak, she shifted forward and then with a clever little twist of her hips, pushed back until the tip of his cock was pushing against her entrance.

“Do you want me to stop, Drew?” she asked as she slowly rocked back and forth on him, riding the tip of his cock and making the rest of his hungry cock jealous.

He normally hated being teased, couldn’t stand playing games with the women he’d bedded. That meant making a connection with them or actually caring if they were enjoying themselves. He’d never given a damn, because he hadn’t cared about them. He’d just wanted to get off and then get them out of his sight.

He’d never had a problem finding a woman willing to share his bed for the night, but if he wasn’t trying to fuck them, he didn’t bother with them. Getting a woman to spread always came easily to him. He could basically have his pick of women, used to take pride in the fact that he could fuck any woman that he wanted, but the only one that he’d ever really wanted was the one on top of him, driving him out of his fucking mind.

“Do you want me to stop, Drew?” the little tease asked, pausing with barely the tip of his cock inside her. “Hmm?”

Chuckling weakly, because he should have known that she would end up driving him out of his fucking mind in bed, he shook his head, shifting his hips and tried to squeeze more of his cock inside her, but the little tease shifted so that he couldn’t get more of what he wanted.

“Do. You. Want. Me. To. Stop?” she asked, slowly enunciating every word as she squeezed her sheath around the part of his cock that was still inside her.

“No,” he growled as his eyes shot silver and his shifter strength shot through him, demanding that he flip her over and fuck her, but he wouldn’t do that, not to her.

His baby wanted to play so he was going to let her play.

Chapter 30

“Take what you want,” Drew said, taking her by surprise as she did exactly that.

She teased him, riding just the tip of his cock and loving the way that the tips of his fangs peeked through as he struggled to stay in control and let her call the shots tonight. It was definitely a turn on to have complete control over a man like Drew. He grunted, groaned and moaned, but true to his word, he didn’t move.

He allowed her full control and as much as she loved having this control over him, but she wanted more. Leaning down, she kissed him deeply, loving the way that she could feel his cock bounce eagerly with each stroke of her tongue. Widening her legs, she pushed back slowly, taking his cock inside her inch by inch, loving the way he moaned against her mouth as she continued pushing back until finally he couldn’t go any further.

Gasping, she licked her lips as she tried to get used to him. He was long, large and thick so she didn’t mind kissing him and enjoying his hands on her breasts as she got used to his size. Hell, she didn’t even mind when he rolled them over and took over.

Not. At. All.

Either he was aware that she wasn’t used to his size or he wanted to savor this as well, because he took her slowly. Every time he slid inside her until his balls bounced gently against her bottom he released the sexiest groan that she’d ever heard. It drove her out of her mind and made her feel absolutely amazing.

“Do you like that?” he whispered hoarsely against her lips as he slid inside her.

“Mmm,” was her answer as she ran her fingers through his hair and pulled him down for a deeper kiss.

“You feel absolutely fucking amazing,” he said as he continued to slide inside her, shifting his weight onto one arm so that he could palm her breast, gently squeezing it even as he used his thumb to tease her nipple.

She’d never enjoyed having her breasts played with before, mostly because men seemed to just grab them and squeeze them without any finesse, but not Drew. He seemed to take great enjoyment out of learning how she liked to be touched and handled.

She took advantage of his distraction by wrapping her arms around him and allowing her hands to roam at their own leisure, enjoying the muscular curve of his back and the shape of his ass as he pushed inside her.

Closing her eyes, she allowed her head to drop back as she licked her lips, enjoying just how good it felt to be filled by Drew. God, it was amazing. It felt so right, so perfect, which shocked her.

She’d never heard of mated sex being better, but she could definitely say that it was. She wasn’t a virgin, far from it and she’d had her fair share of mistakes, decent lovers and men that left her legs trembling for hours after they’d had sex, but she’d never in her life had sex like this before.

She’d heard rumors about Drew’s ability in bed that he liked it quick and rough, but that wasn’t how he was with her right now. That wasn’t how she would describe what he was doing to her. It felt like he was making love to her, like he was trying to remember every touch, every feel, gasp, moan and tremble.

It felt intense, a little too intense, and that terrified her so she focused on him, on the way he felt, how he filled her, made her cry for more instead of how scared he made her feel at the moment.

This was just sex…

She’d be fine as long as she remembered that. They were mated and marked and had hated each other since the moment that they laid eyes on one another. For years they’d both contemplated killing each other several thousand times over, but somehow resisted the urge to commit violence. Now they were bonded for life and killing each other wasn’t an option.

Neither was falling in love with the man that was slowly making love to her as he kissed a trail from her jaw to her mouth. She had to remember her purpose here in Boston and it wasn’t to fall in love with a man that she could never trust enough to tell him the truth, no matter how tenderly he kissed her as her world exploded and he made her scream his name long after her voice had gone hoarse.

She could never risk telling him the truth.

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