Rejecting My Shifter Boss by Skye Alder
Thirteen
Kiera
“Can I get you anything else?”I ask Peyton over my shoulder from where I’m at in the kitchen.
“No, the hot chocolate, popcorn, and cookies should last us a few minutes, at least,” she teases. I smile at her, both relieved and heartbroken at the same time.
I’m glad she’s feeling a little better since the guys left about twenty minutes ago. When Peyton first got to the cabin, she was shaking, pale as a ghost, and taking shallow breaths. While I’m glad she’s mostly recovered, I hate that she’s used to being that scared. But Roman promised we’d be safe, and I believe him.
“How about you, Everly?”
“I’m fine,” she insists. “Come sit down with us.”
I nod and make my way back to the couch, sitting down next to my sister and stealing a handful of popcorn from the bowl on her lap. “Whatcha thinking about?” I ask casually. It’s clear there’s something more on her mind than running into Isaiah today.
“Well, actually…no, it’s nothing.”
“Oh come on, you can’t leave me hanging!”
“Yeah,” Everly chimes in, making me smile. “Now we have to know.”
Peyton sighs defeatedly, swatting my hand away when I try to steal some more popcorn. “What’s the mating pull feel like?” she finally asks.
I try keeping the shit-eating grin off my face, but I know I’m failing miserably. Stryker was acting so weird the entire time he was here, and I think I know why.
“Oh my gosh,” Peyton gasps, her eyes going wide as they dart over to Everly. “Do you, um...do you know about...shifters?” she asks.
Everly laughs and nods her head. “Yeah. I’m a shifter, too, you know.”
I thought as much, but it’s good to hear her say it out loud. Now we can pepper her with questions.
“Wow, that’s awesome!” Peyton exclaims. “What’s your animal? Can we see?”
Everly’s smile turns down at the corners, her eyes falling to the floor as she folds in on herself. “I’m a wolf,” she says softly. “But I...I’m broken.”
“What? Why?” I ask, even though I know I should let it go. It’s obvious she doesn’t want to talk about it, but the protector in me wants to look out for her, too.
“It’s a long story,” she sighs. Everly relaxes ever so much, though her eyes never leave the ground. Peyton is about to ask her another question, but I catch her eye and shake my head no. She rolls her eyes, but refrains from pushing Everly even further.
“Well, for me, the mating pull was intense,” I say, changing the subject to Peyton’s original question. It’s a little awkward talking to her about it, but I’d do anything to take the spotlight off of Everly, who is clearly uncomfortable. “Especially during the mating moon. It was like…”
“Like your entire body ached, and you felt empty and overwhelmed, and like your skin was buzzing?” Peyton cuts me off. I turn to her, eyebrows raised.
“Yeah, exactly like that. Wait, are you saying…?”
“Ugh, I don’t even know!” she laments. “I mean, I’m feeling something, but Stryker doesn’t seem to notice that I’m practically falling apart for him every time he looks at me. If it’s that intense for humans, shouldn’t he be feeling it even more? If so, why hasn’t he said anything to me?”
“Stryker?” Everly and I say at the same time.
“Oh my God, I know, right? I’m doomed!” she sighs dramatically.
“If he’s your mate, trust me, he won’t be able to resist you for long,” Everly adds, seemingly over her shyness for the moment.
The three of us fall into a comfortable silence as some chick flick plays in the background. I’m not sure how much time has passed, but it’s dark out by the time the packs return. I can hear everyone assembling outside, then Roman barks out some orders before dismissing them.
Moments later, my mate walks through the door, beelining straight to me. He scoops me up off the couch and then plops down with me in his lap. “How did it go?” I ask.
“Did you find him?” Peyton follows up.
Roman sighs and kisses the top of my head. “The trail went cold when we got to the outskirts of town, so at least we know he’s not here right now.” I tense in his arms, but Roman just holds me close. “The whole pack is on alert. Actually, my pack, Stryker’s pack, and Archer’s pack have all been briefed. They’ll be on alert and can stand watch as bodyguards of sorts, if and when you girls need it. I promise you’ll both be safe.”
I nod, resting my head against his chest. Peyton takes a second to process this information, then nods her head as well.
“Thanks, Roman,” she whispers. “I think I’ll head to bed now.”
“Are you okay?” I ask her.
Peyton pauses for a moment, considering my question. “I will be. I trust that Roman will protect us. I’m just so tired of it all. I want it to end.”
“Me too,” I tell her. We share a look before my sister pads off to her wing of the house.
“I’ll head home,” Everly says, getting up from her seat and straightening her clothes.
“Archer is outside. He can give you a ride.”
“Archer?” Everly squeaks. “I mean, great. Thanks.” Her cheeks bloom bright red. I wonder what that’s all about.
When she’s gone, Roman lifts me up and carries me to the bedroom. He sets me down in front of the bed and wraps his arms around me, tucking my head under his chin. “Do you trust me to protect you and your sister?” he whispers.
“I do. I know you’ll keep us safe.”
“Thank fuck,” he mumbles, making me laugh. “Love that sound, mate.”
His deep, gravelly voice pours over me, igniting flames that lick my nerves. “What other sounds do you like?” I murmur, tipping my head up and giving him a playful grin.
“All kinds of sounds,” he growls softly, nipping at my ear. “Like when you’re spread out beneath me, taking my cock all the way to the hilt. And your breathy whimpers when I suck on your nipples.”
I moan at his dirty words, his hands trailing over my body as if he can’t get enough. My skin hums with awareness on every place he’s touching me. Roman pops open the first button on the shirt I’m wearing, placing a kiss over the exposed skin. He continues unbuttoning the shirt and kissing down my chest and torso, finally spreading the material open so I’m bare before him.
Roman gently guides me so I’m laying down on the bed, then he sinks to his knees and takes off one of my shoes, and then the other. He massages my feet so tenderly while giving me a fierce look. The combination of his sweet touch and feral eyes has me twisting in his grip, trying to relieve the ache threatening to take over my body.
Sensing my need, he grips my thighs in his massive hands and pries my legs apart. I cry out and bow my back off the bed when Roman presses his thumb over my clit. A sudden powerful burst of pleasure slices through me and rattles me to my core.
Before I can recover, his tongue is on my dripping wet cunt, licking me and nipping at my sensitive flesh. He nudges my clit with his nose and then spears his tongue into my little hole, scooping out my juices and drinking them down.
Then I feel him drag his tongue lower, lower, lower, until it’s teasing my back entrance. I had no idea how much I enjoyed that, but God, every time he touches me there I lose my damn mind. He licks around the tight ring of muscles and growls.
“Holy fuck,” I whisper. “Holy fuck, fuck, fuck,” my whisper turning into a loud moan when the very tip of his tongue pushes inside. Roman rubs my clit in furious circles, and I grip the sheets, twisting them in my fists as my body expands and contracts. “Roman, I’m…”
I shatter before I even finish my sentence. My orgasm rushes through me with such intensity, I shoot up off the bed, trying to escape the overwhelming pleasure. Roman shoves me back down with a hand spread out over my stomach. He holds me there, making me feel all of it, every last drop of bliss.
I lay on the bed, an absolute puddle of euphoria. I’m vaguely aware of Roman standing up and tearing his clothes off. When he doesn’t return to me right away, I manage to sit up on my elbows, though it takes considerable effort. I pry my eyes open and see him standing in front of me, pinching the head of his cock as he tilts his head back and takes a deep breath.
“You gotta stop looking at me like that or else I’m gonna come before I even get inside you.”
I barely register his words, mesmerized by the white drops of liquid steadily pouring from the tip of his cock. Suddenly I want to taste him like he’s tasted me.
Roman squeezes his eyes shut as his entire body shakes. I slip off the bed and sink to my knees in front of him. Leaning forward, I lick up the drop of pearly liquid from his tip, gasping as the salty flavor hits my tongue.
“Kiera, fuck yes,” he groans.
His tortured sounds make me bold. I replace his hand with mine, gripping the base of his cock. My fingers don’t even touch, he’s so incredibly thick. I give him a few strokes like he was doing, testing out what he likes. Roman hisses out a breath when I squeeze him harder. Tightening my grip, I begin pumping in a steady rhythm while parting my lips and taking the head of his shaft into my mouth.
Roman mutters a string of curses under his breath and weaves his fingers in my hair, pulling it back into a ponytail. He tugs at the strands and I look up at him, his dick still halfway in my mouth.
“So goddamn beautiful, mate.”
I blush at his praise and continue taking him deeper while jerking off the base of his cock that won’t fit in my mouth. He grunts and bucks his hips, stuffing me so damn full of him. I love it. I crave it.
“Shit,” he growls. Roman yanks my head back by my hair and lifts me up before guiding me toward the bed. His hands skim down the sides of my body almost reverently, and then he pushes me backward, my back landing on the soft mattress. “Need to be inside you when I come,” he grunts.
I nod my head and spread my legs for him, inviting him to do just that. Roman climbs up my body and crashes his mouth down on mine in a passionate kiss.
Leaning back slightly, he gathers my hands and guides them over my head. He pins my wrists down with one of his massive hands and grips his dick with the other one. Roman drags his cock through my folds, coating himself in my cream before lining up with my entrance.
He kisses me as he thrusts all the way inside. The friction of his thickness scraping along my walls is like striking a match. Instant, overwhelming heat engulfs me. My stomach flips and spins, bliss pumping through my veins instead of blood.
My mate growls and kisses me, pulling my leg higher up on his hip, changing the angle. His cock slides against that magical place inside me that has me sobbing his name louder with each thrust. Roman snaps his hips against mine, grinding his pelvis against my clit while hammering into that special spot.
Roman grunts my name every time his balls slap against my ass. I can feel him losing control, his strokes becoming deeper, harder, so damn rough. I love it. I claw at his arms and thrash beneath him, throwing my head back as I cry out his name over and over.
I convulse as he thrusts into me relentlessly. The exquisite pleasure bordering on pain builds and builds, higher and higher, one more, one more, again, again...until I break. Shards of pleasure cut me and heal me as I scream his name.
My orgasm rips through me, holding my body hostage, forcing me to feel every wave of ecstasy, until tears drip down my face and I’m a sweaty, soaking mess beneath him.
One minute I’m clenching around his cock, and the next minute I’m empty. Bereft. I whimper at the loss of him, but he doesn’t leave me aching for long.
“I’ve got you.” Roman’s voice is deep and dark, sending fire dancing along my nerves.
His large hands grip my hips, and then I’m flipped onto my stomach. Roman pulls my hips back, getting me in position on my hands and knees. He runs his hands up and down my back, and then he squeezes my ass cheeks in a punishing hold, spreading them apart and exposing every inch of me.
He slams into me on a growl, and I brace myself for the hard and fast way he’s fucking me.
“Oh God, it’s…you’re so deep,” I moan, pushing back against him as he thrusts forward. Each gut-twisting stroke winds me up higher and higher, until I’m right on the precipice, teetering on the edge.
His hips stutter as he loses his rhythm and starts rutting into me. A shiver runs through me, followed by another and another until I’m shaking violently.
My arms give out and Roman collapses on top of me, wedging his cock impossibly deeper as he grinds into my pussy. His lips trail up my neck, followed by his tongue, and finally his teeth. Roman bites down on my mark, releasing all the pressure in one massive explosion.
We both cry out as his hot seed spills into me. Wave after wave of his cum splashes into my cunt and then drips out, and still, there’s more. My pussy snaps around him as I sob out my climax.
I’m gasping for air as I float back down to earth, the oxygen burning my lungs, and yet somehow sending jolts of pleasure to my clit. Roman nuzzles into my mark, pressing sweet kisses over my skin as he holds me close.
“I love you, my perfect mate,” he whispers.
“I love you, too, mate.”
His goofy grin lights up my whole world. “Love when you call me that. Love being your mate.”
“And I love being yours.” I lean down and kiss Roman, giving him everything. My heart, my trust, my future. He gives it all right back. His length twitches to life, hardening against my thigh.
“You’re going to be trouble, aren’t you little mate?”
“Only the best kind,” I say with a grin.
Roman groans and captures my lips again, sealing our happily ever after with a kiss.