His Refused Mate by Jade Marshall
Chapter Ten
Peyton
Caine and I dress hastily, jump in the truck, and make our way home. I can’t seem to keep my hands off of him. I stroke across his denim-clad thighs, just missing the bulge in the front, as a rumbling fills the cab of his truck.
A smile tugs at the corner of my lips. I may have been terrified to open my heart to Caine, but I have always enjoyed his reaction to me. The way his gaze follows me everywhere I go. He bristles every time one of the other pack males comes within three feet of me. And even though I don’t want to admit it, I love his possessiveness.
When we reach Caine’s home he doesn’t wait a second before jumping from the truck, rounding the front, and flinging my door open. Caine lifts me from the cab of the truck and hoists me over his shoulder. He opens the door and enters, taking the stairs two at a time and reaching his room in what feels like no time at all.
He lowers me to the bed before covering my body with his own and fusing his lips to mine. He kisses me like he’s trying to steal the air from my lungs, like he needs me to breathe. The feeling of being needed is heady and intoxicating.
Caine’s hands roam my body, touching every part of me. His weight pushes down on me, and I can feel his cock through both our jeans as he rubs it against me. For long moments we do nothing but kiss and touch each other. Caine rises above me and pulls his shirt over his head, tossing it aside. He grabs my shirt and slowly works it up and over my head. He quickly latches his lips to my breast, running his tongue around my nipple before sucking hard.
Pleasure shoots from my nipple directly to my clit, like the two are attached. Mewling sounds escape from my throat as I claw at his back, trying to pull him closer.
Moving to my other breast, he pays it just as much attention. His hands move to my jeans and start to work them open. My hands push between us, going for the button on his jeans, and what were slow, measured movements before become harried. We push and pull at each other’s clothes, trying to get closer.
The need to feel his skin against mine is overwhelming. The fine hairs on his chest scrape against my sensitive nipples, wrenching even more pleasure from me. Suddenly, the thick head of his cock is poised at my entrance, but he doesn’t push in. He waits.
“Peyton.” His voice is guttural as he speaks my name. “My moon. You are more than I ever could ask for. I’m sorry to have to hurt you, but after tonight you will never know pain again.”
I don’t have a chance to ask him what he’s talking about as he thrusts his cock in, filling me to the hilt. I feel the moment he breaks the barrier of my virginity, and although I know there should be some pain, I feel only fullness. My heart beats so hard I fear that it may explode from my chest.
Caine remains still as he watches me. “Are you okay?”
In reply, I lift my hips and start to move. His cock drags along the walls of my pussy, drawing shivers from me. Caine growls and pulls almost all the way out before pushing back in. The pleasure is overwhelming, and an unexpected orgasm rips through my body. Caine throws his head back and roars to the ceiling as his movements become harsher, his thrusts harder, like he can’t get deep enough into my body.
And when he finds his release, he sinks his teeth into my skin just above my clavicle. The mark shows everyone that I am mated, that I am his, that I belong to him, now and forever.