Rejected By My Mate, Now Mated To The Lycan King-Chapter 159

~ NYSSA

I pulled back from him so I was out of his reach and I saw him pout. I looked down between us where surely enough, I had made a mess. I reached down and fisted him and he hissed, his hips lifting slightly. For someone who was insistent that I did what I wanted, it was very obvious that he wanted it to.

I stroked his length slowly, taking my time to make sure he was hard and I watched Rowan out of the corner of my eye as I leaned down and licked him. He cursed because he knew I was just teasing and had no intentions of taking him into my mouth.

I moved to take off my thong but Rowan reached forward and In one quick move, he had ripped it clean off my body.

"Now stop the fucking teasing and ride me."

I cocked my head to the side, throwing his words back from earlier at him. "I’m having so much fun here."

I would have spent my time teasing but the truth was I was too wound up for that so instead, I just lined him up at my entrance and I began to slide down. I was so wet that he entered easily but in this position, I was stretched in a way I never thought possible. I stilled with him around halfway into me and I saw Rowan fist the sheets in order to stop from slamming me down.

"If you keep tightening around me like that, this will be over long before it starts," he warned.

I braced my hands on his knees and went down the rest of the way. Rowan watched the entire time as I swallowed him whole and I saw his throat bob. There was desire etched deep in his eyes and I knew he wanted to reach out and touch me but he was stopping himself.

In this position, I could feel him deeper and I rolled my hips experimentally. The action had both of us moaning and Rowan moved to grab my hips whether to still me or urge me on, I still wasn’t sure. His eyes were shut in pleasure and I could see him counting under his breath.

I trailed my fingers up his chest and arms and began to move slowly at first. He matched my rhythm at first, never once pushing me or asking for more. He just matched what I gave him and continued his ministrations on my body. He finally took off my bra and I sighed from the relief.

I could tell that Rowan wanted to lose control. He wanted to slam into me over and over again until I was struggling to keep up and moaning so loud that the house risked hearing us but for some reason, he was holding himself back and I didn’t know why.

I leaned over until my lips were by his ears. "If I wanted a carousel, I know where to go. I wanted to be fucked but as it seems you are unable to deliver then maybe I can find someone else,"

The words were enough for Rowan because at one moment, he grabbed my hips and slammed up into me. All rational thought went out of my brain because he did not stop once for me to even catch my breath. My tits bounced with each thrust and my moans were growing so loud that I felt something being stuffed into them.

It tasted a bit salty and it took me a second to realize that it was my own panties. On another day, I would have been pissed but my eyes were rolling into the back of my head with each passing second and the sound of slapping bodies was driving me to an intense orgasm.

I tried to moan his name but I couldn’t because of the panties, His hands and mouth was all over as he took me over and over again until I was a mess. Before I could even blink, I was flipped over on all fours and he continued his brutal assault from behind.

"How’s that for being fucked?" he asked and my only response was a moan. His hand moved between our bodies to play with my clit. "Come for me, Nyssa."

My orgasm was instant. It was earth shattering and mind blowing and Rowan followed right behind me. By the time I came down from that high, I fell face first into the pillows. I vaguely remembered him pulling out of me as well as taking out the panties from my mouth. He sat next to me looking mighty pleased with himself.

I lay there boneless and breathless, as he placed a soft kiss to the side of my head, his lips curling against my skin.

"You seem awfully happy," I drawled, unable to even lift my head to look at him.

"Trust me, I am. My mate is naked in my bed with my cum dripping out of her, what’s there to not be happy about?"

I didn’t even have the energy to flush pink from embarrassment. "That’s crude."

He laughed darkly. "You haven’t seen crude yet, little wolf. I haven’t marked you yet."

He pulled off the bed, and I heard him shuffling around in the bathroom. When he returned, he turned me over and I watched as he wiped me down with a warm washcloth. I winced at the soreness between my thighs and his eyes immediately snapped up to me.

"Did I hurt you?" he asked, eyes roaming my skin. "Was I too rough?"

"No!" I answered immediately. When his brows furrowed in disbelief, I quickly added. "I loved it, I swear. I am sore, yes, but I wanted it."

That seemed to put him at ease a little.

He started to rise but I grabbed his arm, tugging him back towards the bed.

"I need to return this."

"Put it on the floor," I shrugged carelessly. "I’m five seconds away from passing out and I want you here."

His lips curled into a small smile, but he didn’t protest. He dropped the cloth on the floor, climbed into bed next to me and pulled me into his arms, his lips brushing the side of my hair as he breathed deeply.