His Refused Mate by Jade Marshall

Chapter Fifteen

Caine

My eyelids are heavy, and I struggle to open my eyes. The world feels so far away, and I struggle to break my way through. Pain hits me before anything else, and I am jolted back to the world. My memory returns just as swiftly. Slade. Him stabbing me.

Peyton!

Where is my moon? Sitting up quickly, I feel the pain in my side radiate throughout my body. I pull in a sharp breath. Calum pushes me down before he steps back quickly, a growl filling the room.

“Sorry.” He holds up his hands, glancing toward the door. “He was trying to get up. If I let him, he would have pulled his stitches.”

My moon pads into the room, in her wolf form, and jumps up on the bed beside me, resting her large, white head on my lap. Lifting my hand, I caress her muzzle as she whines.

“How long?” I croak out.

Calum looks to Peyton before he returns his gaze to me and answers.

“Three weeks. She won’t change back. She won’t let anyone in here accept me and Xavia. She bit one of my men on the leg last week because he came up the stairs.”

Calum appears to be at his wit’s end, and a laugh bursts forth from me. I have to cut it short because of the pain, and Peyton’s wolf whines again.

“I’m fine.” I lay my hand on her head. “But I need you to come back to me. Calum, leave us so my moon can take her natural form.” Calum turns to me, clearly intending to say something. “I’m fine, but you won’t be if you see my mate naked.”

Calum chuckles as he leaves the room, and Peyton climbs down from the bed. The shift overtakes her, and in moments she stands naked before me. I open my arms to her, and she gingerly climbs into the bed beside me. She lies in my arms before her body starts shaking as she breaks down in tears.

I don’t speak, or try to reassure her, just hold her to me and kiss the crown of her head softly, silently offering comfort. Eventually, she starts to calm down.

“I thought I lost you,” she whispers in my ear.

“Never,” I whisper back before I kiss her lips and hold her tightly against me.

****

One week later

Thank God for shifter healing. My body has finally recovered, and I couldn’t be happier. Peyton has been driving me insane. All I want to do is claim her, remind her that we are both still alive and healthy, but she insists that I’m not healed yet.

Every night I go to bed beside her, I can hold her, but she won’t let me touch her in any sexual way. And the nights are the worst. After the first two nights, her nightmares stopped, but now she has dreams. She whines my name in her sleep and writhes in our bed. I know what she dreams about. She dreams of me between those beautiful, creamy thighs. I can smell her arousal, and it’s driving me up the fucking walls.

As a male, it’s my job to satisfy her, keep her happy, make sure she is loved. And at the moment she isn’t allowing me to be the mate I promised her, the mate I want to be for her. But today that changes.

“Calum!”

A moment later, Calum comes into my study. Every time Peyton leaves the house she makes sure people are watching me. I understand that she was terrified, but the danger has passed and she needs to let me live in peace. Before Calum can speak I cut him off, holding a hand in the air.

“Find Peyton and bring her to me. Then you and your men can get the fuck out of my house. I don’t want to be disturbed for the next two days.”

Calum nods and leaves, moving to fulfill my wishes. Sitting behind my desk, I wait as patiently as I can. After ten of the longest minutes of my life, Peyton enters my office and, in the distance, I hear Calum and his men leave. Peyton stares at me, waiting to hear why I have summoned her. Rising from my seat, I move toward her, cup her face in my hands, and kiss her with everything inside me. For a moment she kisses me back, and I think that I have finally worn her down when she pulls away.

“I’m sorry, Caine, but we can’t. You almost died. We need to wait until you are completely healthy.”

She turns to walk away, placing her hand on the doorknob, opening it. But my hands cage her in and push the door closed. I flick the lock and press her against the door firmly, using my body.

“Caine.” Her voice is strangled. “I don’t want you to get hurt.”

Pushing her hair from her shoulder as I keep her pinned against the door, I run my lips along the column of her neck, breathing her in deeply.

“I’m healed, my moon. I am not in pain anymore. Except for my cock, which craves the relief of my mate.” I thrust my cock against her ass, pulling a wanton moan from her. “I can’t take it anymore. You call my name in your sleep when you dream of me. I can smell your heat, your wetness, your arousal.”

“But what if…”

My hand moves beneath her pink skirt toward her ass, only to find she isn’t wearing any panties. Pre-cum runs down the length of my shaft, my cock harder than iron.

“Fuck,” I whisper in her ear as I grind my cock into her ass yet again. Slowly I slip a finger between her pussy lips and feel her wetness. She is drenched. Her pussy is slick with her need and hotter than I remember. My cock pulses in my pants, and I fear I might come just from touching her.

“Peyton. My moon. Let me in. Let me remind you who you belong to. I want to fill this tight little pussy with my cock until you scream loud enough that everyone in our pack is reminded of who you belong to.”

“Yes,” she hisses as I penetrate her cunt with first one, then two fingers.

Swiftly I turn her around and drape her over the couch that stands before the window. I push her skirt up, showing her beautiful ass. My fingers continue to fuck in and out of her as she begs for more. The sounds of her wetness are obscene, and the smell of her arousal fills the room, only ramping me up more.

Lowering myself to my knees, I remove my fingers from her juicy cunt and replace them with my tongue. The taste of her coats my tongue and drives me wilder. I eat her pussy like I may never have the chance to do it again. My left hand caresses her ass before my wet fingers dip between her cheeks and start playing with the rosette of her asshole. My mate does not disappoint or shy away from me but instead pushes out, allowing me to slip my finger into her.

My other hand opens my pants and pulls my aching cock from its confines. I squeeze my length violently, trying to stave off the orgasm that’s building. My tongue spears into her pussy as my finger works her ass when I feel the first stirrings of her orgasm. Her orgasm shakes her as my tongue continues to fuck her pussy and my finger fills her ass.

As the last of her pleasure ebbs, her knees start to wobble and I rise from the ground. I remove my finger from her ass, put my cock to her pussy, and plunge into her. Her scream of passion echoes off the walls, and I become more beast than man as I rut into her, bent over a couch in my office. The blinds are open, and anyone could walk past and see us fucking, which only serves to arouse me even more.

My hands leave her hips and grab her shirt. In the slight reflection of the window, I can see us as I rip her shirt down the middle. Pulling the cups of her bra down, I expose her breasts for my viewing pleasure before I return my hands to her hips.

Holding her still, I fuck into her with everything I have. I know my grasp is too tight and will leave bruises, but it’s impossible to let go. Her screams fill the air as another orgasm sweeps through her, her pussy strangling me with every clench. My strokes cause her breasts to shake, sweat covering both of us, my beautiful moon standing on the tips of her toes. My orgasm is so powerful it steals the breath from my lungs and the strength from my legs.

Collapsing to the carpet in my office, I take my mate with me. For long hours we make love and fuck and rut on the floor before finally moving to our room, where we remain for the next two days.