His Refused Mate by Jade Marshall
Chapter Nine
Caine
Pushing her down beneath me, I know that I need to gain control of the situation. I am wound tighter than a snare and liable to snap at any moment. Peyton runs her hands down my back, and it’s almost more than I can take.
A groan escapes my lips as I gather her hands in mine, pushing them both above her head. With my hips nestled between her thighs, my cock pressed tightly to her entrance, I look down the length of her body.
“I need you not to touch me. Keep your hands above your head,” I growl.
She seems confused but nods in agreement. Pride surges through me. Her allowing me to make this choice for both of us says a lot about how our relationship will be in the future. For this exquisite creature to submit to me so readily, after everything she’s been through? Deciding to open up to me and allow me to be her mate after all the hurt she’s experienced in the past? I am so proud of her for moving past the fear and so humbled to be the one that gets to show her how much better life can be with someone by your side.
“Thank you, my moon, for trusting me. I want nothing more than to show you how great it can be between us.”
Before she can answer me, my lips wrap around her nipple, drawing a groan from her. I grind my erection against her virgin pussy. I may have had sex before, with human women, but she will be my first and last wolf. I will also be her first and last lover.
Her heat and slickness coat the underside of my cock, driving me to the brink. My cock is so close to penetrating her tight virgin cunt I could simply slip inside. Like my body has a mind of its own, I grasp my cock roughly by the root and place it against her entrance. Slowly, I push the crown forward just an inch, the heat almost scalding against my cock, her pussy trying to pull me in deeper.
“Caine!” she cries into the night the moment the fingers from my other hand make contact with her clit.
In the moonlight, it’s easy to see the flush of her arousal creeping up her neck, and I can’t wait to see her come for me again. It becomes an instant obsession, and I rub her clit faster. She cries out in ecstasy as I rock my hips lightly, never pushing more than just the head into her entrance. My hand remains tight around my cock as I pump in a slow rhythm. Her pussy starts to flutter, massaging the head of my cock, and the need to thrust is almost overwhelming. But I want to make her first time an experience she remembers fondly for the rest of her life and reel myself back in.
Flicking my finger over her clit causes her to squirm beneath my grasp, her breathing getting heavier. Her walls continue to flutter, and her clit is so hard I wonder if it is painful. Spasms start to shake her entire body, and I watch as the first traces of her orgasm wash over her, feeling my own bubble up. I will not rut her in the grass, not this time at least. Her first time will be soft and gentle in my bed, where she will spend the rest of her days, but I need to take the edge off or I might hurt her, and I couldn’t stand to do that.
As her orgasm seizes her, so does mine, cum spurting from me in thick ropes and painting her virgin cunt from the inside. Her hands move from the spot above her head, where they have been this entire time, her nails clawing down my back.
After long moments of heavy panting, my head resting between her breasts, I pull away to gaze at her. Her eyes are closed and a smile is spread across her lips. She is the most beautiful woman I have ever seen. Even though I just came, my cock is still as hard as ever and all I want to do is get her back to my home and my bed.
“Take me home.” She smiles, staring right at me.