Forsaken by E. M. Moore
21
The doorknob to my room twists. I’ve been staring at it ever since we said goodbye to Kinsey and Jonah half an hour ago, wondering if Nathan was going to come see me. Hell, I almost showed up over there myself, but I’m stuck in this continuous cycle of longing for him and knowing that if anyone were to find out, we’d be punished so fast, it wouldn’t even matter.
The door creaks open, and he tiptoes in. Bare chested, he oozes masculinity. The hair on his muscled chest is sexy as fuck, and so is the trail leading past his navel.
I’ve been out of sorts since getting the shit scared out of me earlier. There are a few singe spots on my skin from the sparks, which only made it hit home on how close I was to being hurt. If it wasn’t Sean who did this, I totally agree with Jonah’s concern about making sure safety precautions are taken.
Then again, I’ve never heard about something like that happening at a Daybreak party before. The alpha and his people must be mortified. All the packs are in for a celebration and a damn speaker falls, not only ruining the fun but also almost taking out a high-ranking Lunar Pack member.
Nathan flicks the lock into place. Before he joins me on the bed, he also locks the door into the hallway and pulls the blinds closed on all the windows so it’s pitch black in the room. With my superior sight, I can see his outline prowling closer.
I scoot over on the bed, allowing him room to lie next to me. Instead, he reaches out. He closes his fingers around my wrist, giving me a tug until I’m on my feet. Between us, he holds out a piece of cloth that’s a couple feet long. He tugs on it, then wraps it around his head, placing it over his mouth before tying it at the back of his neck. He fishes another one from his pocket, holding it out for me to see. This time, he places it around my mouth and then maneuvers to my back to tie it.
My body buzzes as he settles his front over my rear. He’s hard, his cock pushing against my ass. He grips my hips from behind, then grinds against me. I moan in ecstasy, my head tilting back. When the sound comes out muffled, I suddenly realize what the cloth is for. A gag.
He spins me around, yanking me toward him again and crushing our lower halves together. His fingers delve into my backside as he circles his hips. This slow, seductive dance sprouts goosebumps over my skin. The silence is tantalizing, my breath in my ears the only sound that fills the space.
Reaching down, Nathan grabs the hem of my shirt. With his eyes, he asks permission to remove it, and I nod. He slowly rolls the tank top over my midsection, then chest, and finally over my head and arms before dropping it to the floor. Now, the only articles of clothing separating us are my sleep shorts and the joggers he never took off.
He cups my breast, kneading the swell while his other hand skirts up my thighs until his fingertips tease the band of my shorts. They glide over the sensitive flesh, fueling the need pulsing through me.
He slips both hands under, reaching down to sink his fingers into my ass before rolling his hips into me again. A muffled grunt hits my ears as if he’s chastising me for not wearing underwear. At this point, I wish I had because I’m getting turned on and the evidence is dampening the inseam of my shorts.
Maneuvering his left hand around my body, he cups my ass while his other sneaks around the front to slide between my pussy lips. I gasp as he touches me, thankful that the cloth over my mouth muffled the sound. There’s only one other shifter in this house, and she’s far enough away that, bound like this, we won’t be heard.
His finger slides through my folds, searching until he enters my pussy. I drop my head back at the delicious friction, and his masked mouth hits my neck. Puffs of air seep through the fabric, coating me in heat.
Arousal pours from me. We’re both standing in my room, gagged while we explore, and the fact that we can’t talk is skirting a kink. My hands settle on the curve of his back, sinking just beneath the waistband of his pants, and I curl my fingers, scratching across his upper ass while he continues pumping his fingers into me.
He releases a guttural moan. Even muffled, the sound makes my nipples peak as his chest hair tickles my skin. Keeping his finger moving slowly inside, he uses his other hand to move my shorts down my thighs. They pool at my feet, forgotten from the way he’s amping up my body. I almost don’t want to move from this position, but I want to see him naked more, so I do the same with his borrowed sweats.
He moves with me so I don’t break our connection, his fingers exploring more and more, feeding my breathless sighs. I try to move to my knees, but groan in a mix of frustration and excitement when he cups my cunt, holding me securely in place. I’d been hoping I’d be eye to tip with his dick right now. Not that I could do anything about it with my mouth out of commission, but he might like a good hum and a few puffs of heated breath that can make their way through the fabric. Instead, his free hand works up my spine, making me stand. His palm grinds against my clit until I can’t take it anymore.
I walk him backward, but he stops me, pulling his fingers from me so slowly that a tremble rolls through me just as the tip of his finger exits. Moving me to the bed instead, he makes me sit before he walks over to the sweats and pulls out a square package. He sets it down on the table by the bed, and my heart rate picks up.
This is happening.
Nerves and need battle it out for my truest emotion. While I sit, he entwines our fingers, then leans over, forcing my back to the bed, hands outstretched above my head. He nudges my legs open before he settles between them. My breath ricochets around me, and his own elevated breathing is like music to my ears as he slides his cock up the inside of my thigh, leaving a trail of pre-cum. His chest rumbles. My legs fall open even wider the more he closes in on his target, and I almost tell him to forego the condom. I mean, we can’t get pregnant, right? Not mates and all of that?
He lowers his head to my nipple, exhaling, flicking his tongue against the thin cloth of the gag that’s sitting atop of my sensitive flesh. The friction makes me arch my back. Through the fabric, he gives my nipple a small bite, and I gasp, the sound settling between the two of us.
I raise my hips, searching for relief as arousal trickles between my thighs. God damn. All I want is him. I make a sound of frustration that clearly translates, gag and all.
He chuckles, circling his hips over me again. The head of his cock barely caresses my entrance, and I lock my thighs against him, keeping him right where he is. I lift my hips, heart pumping in my temple when the head of his dick slips past my opening.
We both moan. He gives me small little test pumps—his silky, smooth cock entering a fraction more before exiting all the way.
I let out a breath as he twists, grabbing the square package, and ripping it open. He rolls the condom down his cock and then moves into the same position again. He grinds against me, rolling his hips into my heat. I open my knees wider until he slips inside again. Then, I clamp my thighs down on his, keeping him there. He teases my entrance, giving me the barest hint of his size.
I squeeze his hands in mine, and we lock eyes. Teasing, he does it again, grinding so just that much more enters. My core tightens, and he groans before slamming into me all the way.
Fully seated, I cry out, pleasure rippling through me. He lowers his forehead to mine, and we sync with one another. Carefully, he releases his hold on my hands and moves his to either side of my head. Now that I’m free, I work my fingers all over him, down his side, over his hip. When I squeeze his muscular backside, he retreats and pushes forward again. Another heightened cry spills from my mouth, caught in the fabric.
Thank fate he thought of these gags.
Leaning on his hand, Nathan reaches down to hike one of my legs over his shoulder. He switches, leaning on his other hand, to press down on my hip as he starts a rhythm of exploration. I ache to rise to meet him, but his hand on my hip prevents it. Instead, I make do with angling my hips as he comes forward.
My wolf skitters near the surface of my skin. She’s eager to get as close to Nathan as she can, too. An overwhelming feeling of acceptance hits while he rolls his hips into me again and again. Even with the condom, I can feel every ridge and curve of his cock. When I can talk again, I might tell him just how much I love his dick. How I can’t get enough.
As if he can read my thoughts, he slams into me. The gasp that escapes from my mouth is raw, sucking the fabric into my mouth. I place my hands on his hips, squeezing. He picks up the pace, and we come together quicker than before. When the bed starts to get too noisy, he slows until we’re still at a controlled, steady pace that heightens my pleasure.
I throw my head back, complete bliss cascading through me, followed by a thick dose of satisfaction. I wrap my fingers around his wrist that’s holding me down and move as much as I can, meeting him. His strokes become more tense; his breathing more pronounced.
He moans, and I live for the sounds he’s making. They only serve as a boost to my own thrilling sensations.
I never would’ve guessed this would be my first sexual experience with my mate, but I wouldn’t change it for anything. It’s a memory in time of the struggles we’re going through to be together. One day, I hope we can unmute ourselves. I hope we can come together and be as loud and explosive as we want.
Until then, I’ll take just being with Nathan in any way.
I grind against him, my climax hovering. My body starts to shake, a tell he knows well. With me so close to the edge, he increases his speed, bed rocking and all, until my climax hits. Stars dust my vision, an explosion in their own right as my core spasms.
Nathan follows quickly after, pausing for a moment of pure ecstasy before he slowly works his way in and out as he drops his forehead to mine. His shoulders shudder before he lies on top of me, heavy, muted breaths filling the air.
Still seated inside me, he reaches around to untie his gag. “You, Mia, are so beautiful,” he whispers. “My friend. My lover. My mate.”
Reaching up, I tear my own gag down. “My mate,” I whisper between us, the sound like a promise, a contract being sealed under divine knowledge. There is no other one for me. I’m one hundred percent certain of it.
He runs his fingers through my hair, staring at me, eyes searching. A buzz coats my skin, and I peer down and find the same goosebumps coursing over his own skin.
“My wolf thoroughly enjoyed that,” he smirks.
I grin. “Yours wasn’t the only one.”
He moans, sinking his mouth into the curve of my neck. “I have a feeling he won’t want to wait to mount you in wolf form.”
I shiver, raw, animalistic need pouring through me. “Now, why’d you have to bring that up?” I tease.
“Hellbent on punishing us, I guess.”
I grab his jaw and stare straight into his eyes. “Soon,” I promise, pledging myself not only to Nathan, but his wolf, too.
“We’ll fight for you. Where you go, we go.”
“Where you go, we go.” I mimic, his words settling on my heart in a promise.
A feeling of weightlessness takes over. I may have a few more things to worry about, but I’ll never have to worry about Nathan’s true feelings for me. They are what they are. Fate approved or not.
I’m so lost in his stare that when the scream of an alarm fills the air, I don’t immediately recognize it for what it is.
Nathan jumps off me, panic making his eyes glow yellow.
Fear grips me like a vise as I lie there, stunned.
