Rejected By My Mate, Now Mated To The Lycan King-Chapter 95: Sexual Content Ahead

~ NYSSA

He groaned deep in his throat and pulled me impossibly closer as he kissed me with reckless abandon. Everything was speeding up and heating up too fast and it felt like I was losing a grip on reality.

One hand tangled into my hair, the other remaining on my thigh as his tongue slipped into my mouth. A strangled moan left me as I kissed him back with equal fervor.

His placed a kiss at the corner of my lips, then my jaw before peppering a trail down my throat. My hands moved to his shoulders, his back, his hair- anything I could find really. I wanted to feel him, to touch him and-

"Fuck, wait!" he pulled back, his chest heaving.

His lips were swollen, his eyes crazed and filled with longing. "I need to... we have to stop. I can’t... we’re both drunk."

It was amusing to see him stammer over his words. I’d never seen him look so flustered before.

Power was a heady feeling I quickly realized, and the knowledge that I had so much power over him filled me with pride.

"I don’t want to stop," I whispered, pressing a kiss to his lips. "I want this."

His nostrils flared. "Nyssa, you don’t know what you’re asking for."

I pulled back with a sigh. "I do. I’m not a child, Rowan."

"Trust me, I know that, but—"

He was trying everything to keep his cool but I could feel just how hard he was underneath me. I felt the firmness of his grip on my hips.

I didn’t blame him for asking again to be sure, not when I’d done nothing but run.

With the last shred of courage I had, I undid the knot of my robe.

His nostrils flared. "Little wolf.."

I ignored his warning, shrugging the robe off my shoulders until it pooled on the ground behind me. "I want this."

Whatever tether he had on his control snapped.

When he kissed me again, it wasn’t soft or sweet, it was a frenzied brand of ownership.

His lips were all over my cheeks, my neck and my torso. I couldn’t think or breathe save for the touch of him on me. I wanted more, I wanted to feel him inside of me, I wanted him and he knew it. it was practically written across my forehead in permanent marker.

He rocked his hips against mine, grazing my clit with each thrust.

He kissed down my collarbone, his lips ghosting over the peaks of my tits as his free hand trailed down to my folds where I was soaking wet.

He groaned low in his throat. "Is this for me?"

I nodded dumbly. "You know it is."

"Good girl," he murmured and pushed two fingers in at once.

A gasp left my lips, my entire world spinning on its axis at the fullness.

"Fuck, little wolf, you’re squeezing my hand," he mused as he nipped the swell of my tits.

He rolled my nipple between his fingers and my eyes turned into the back of my head.

"Rowan—"

"I’m going to make you feel good, just relax for me."

His lips latched onto the skin of my neck peppering it with kisses and bites. I wasn’t sure what I was meant to focus on, the feel of his lips against my skin or his fingers as he pushed them in and out of me in a steady rhythm that had my legs wobbling.

"You feel so fucking good," he murmured. "You’re going to be the death of me, aren’t you?"

I couldn’t have responded even if I wanted to. My mind was hazy and numb and all I could focus on was the tightly bound pressure in me that was on the brink of explosion.

His fingers curled inside of me, hitting a spot that had my eyes rolling into the back of my head as my orgasm burst through me.

I buried my face into his shoulder, muffling the cry.

"Fuck it, I need you in a bed," he groaned, lifting me effortlessly in his arms.

He carried me over to his bed, laying me flat against the soft sheets as he kissed a gentle path down my neck, my chest and my lower belly.

He hooked his hands behind my thighs and dragged me until I was half dangling off the bed. The action took me by surprise hence the little gasp that escaped me.

He knelt between my legs and my breath hitched in my throat. I tried to clamp my knees shut but his grip on my kept that from happening. I tried again- harder and he shot me a death glare that had me freezing.

"You don’t have to do that." I said instead and his eyes narrowed even more, "People talk... and a lot of guys don’t enjoy this."

"Only an idiot wouldn’t enjoy this." He leaned forward and took a long inhale and I couldn’t stop the blush that creeped up my cheeks, "I would live here if I could. You smell delectable."

Before I could utter another word, he gave me one long lick from clit to opening and I threw my head back in a moan. The sound egged him on because he feasted on me like a man starved.

Like I was an oasis in a desert, like he was a dying man being given a drink of water. He kissed me there like he would my lips- long and slow open mouthed kisses. He sucked on my clit and I couldn’t control the rush of wetness that came out of me.

His grip on my thighs tightened as he pressed them into the bed and thrust his tongue into my opening. A cry came out from me and he nipped my clit softly.

"Please," was the only word I could utter.

"I know what you want, little wolf," he murmured against my skin. "I’ll give it to you. I’ll give you fucking everything."