His Refused Mate by Jade Marshall
Chapter Eleven
Caine
The morning light streams into our bedroom, bathing my mate. For the last hour, I have lain here, listening to her breath, just enjoying her nearness. She is perfect in every way, and I’m grateful that she has chosen to give me a chance.
Slowly she stirs awake beside me, squirming closer. Her ass pushes back into my erection, both of us moaning at the contact. She continues to rub herself against my cock, my hand moving from her hip to her breast and squeezing.
Peyton lifts her leg, allowing me to position my cock at her entrance. Pushing into her slowly, I seat myself fully. Peyton’s nipple is hard in my palm. Tweaking it roughly, I start to move.
“Caine.” She sighs my name while pushing back, trying to get more of me.
A knock sounds on our bedroom door, and we both freeze.
“What?” I demand.
“Sorry to bother you,” Calum replies. “But there is someone outside to see you.”
“Tell whoever it is to fuck off.” My words are cut off as Peyton clenches the walls of her pussy around my erect dick.
“Can’t do that,” he replies through the door. “He says he’s here to take his mate home. He’s here for Peyton.”
Rage swims in my veins, causing a red haze to lower over my vision. I don’t have time to answer Calum before I find myself flat on my back, my cock yet again buried deep in Peyton as she straddles me.
“Tell Slade your Alpha is busy. Bring him downstairs to wait. Caine will be there as soon as he is available,” Peyton tells my Beta through the door.
“But…” Calum tries to speak.
“My mate has spoken. Leave,” I all but snarl at him.
He moves away from the door. We both listen as his footsteps fade. Peyton smiles at me before she starts to move on my dick. Her hands go to her breasts, holding them high, and I swear to the goddess I have never seen anything more beautiful. For a moment I forget that there is a man here trying to take my mate from me, and I just watch her.
Her hips undulate as she works herself on my dick. Her cheeks are flushed, her hair wild, and she steals my breath as she chases her orgasm, fucking herself on me. Taking what she needs. My hands go to her hips, just holding her. She has a natural rhythm, one that is pushing us both to the brink. If I didn’t know better, I would never believe she had been a virgin just yesterday.
“Caine, I’m so close.” Her voice is low and hoarse. “I need you to make me come.”
Thrusting my hips up, pushing my cock deeper, I moan.
Peyton bends forward and whispers into my ear, “Make me scream. Let him hear you claim me. Fill me with your cum. Let him smell you. Make sure when we leave this room, when we face him, there is no doubt that I am your mate.”
Her pussy flutters with the first stirrings of her orgasm as I snap. Lifting her off me, I throw her down on the bed, turn her over, and position her ass in the air. A small scream escapes her before she sobs loudly as I thrust into her from behind.
My hips pump furiously. The need to mark her inside and out rides me as her words repeat over and over in my head. Peyton orgasms on a scream, pulling me deeper into her, my cock swelling to the point where it’s painful before I topple over the edge with her, roaring out my release.