Rejected By My Mate, Now Mated To The Lycan King-Chapter 76: Sexual Content Ahead

~ NYSSA

I was in some form of haze and the only thing that mattered was the ache between my thighs.

I’d never felt anything like it before. It was overwhelming, like an itch I desperately needed to scratch and it drove me insane knowing that I couldn’t do anything about it.

I’d ignored it as much as I could, tossing and turning in the bed and trying to be content in Rowan’s arms but I couldn’t take it anymore.

I slipped my hands between my thighs, hoping it would ease the pressure but it didn’t. If anything it made it worse and Rowan stood opposite me, watching with wide fucking eyes but not moving.

"Please," I repeated. "I need you to make me feel good or I’m going to die."

I could see the war between his eyes.

I saw the darkness creeping over his irises as he wrestles for control, but somehow he kept himself on the other side of the kitchen, his hands gripping the edge of the sink hard.

He was trying to be noble but I didn’t need fucking noble. I was burning up from the inside out and I needed him.

I reached behind me, undoing my bra instantly and let it drop to the ground. His jaw slacked, his grip on the counter loosened but he didn’t move.

I lifted my hips next, tugging at my underwear and letting it drop on the floor by his feet. Once I was fully naked, I spread my legs wide, giving him a view.

On a good day, I would’ve been red with fucking embarrassment but I was too far gone to care now.

I closed my eyes, trying to imagine it was his finger and not mine pushing into me. It did nothing against the aching pressure rapidly building inside of me and a groan of frustration left me.

I was one second away from getting on my knees and fucking begging when I felt a calloused hand on my thighs.

I started to open my eyes but he stopped me.

"Don’t," he ground out. "I can’t see your face right now or I’ll lose it."

"But I want you to— oh."

His hand covered mine, his finger lining up against mine as he pulled it slowly out of me before pushing back in.

A gasp left my lips, my back arching into his touch.

"More," I urged. "Please, I need—"

"I know what you need," he cut me off, his free hand tangling into my hair as he tugged me closer to the edge of the counter.

I could feel his hot breath against my lips and blindly, I reached up for him, my lips brushing his.

A shudder went through him but he didn’t kiss me, merely inhaled my air as he pumped our fingers into me in a slow and torturous pace.

"You smell like paradise," he whispered, adding a second finger. "You feel so fucking good too, can you feel that?"

I nodded, hips rocking as I met each thrust.

"Rowan—"

"I know, baby," he murmured, lips ghosting over my jaw and throat.

My head fell back as he licked a path down my collarbone and towards the valley of my breasts.

His lips wrapped around a perk nipple, sucking deep as his fingers curled inside of me, hitting a spot that had a strangled sound coming out of me.

His teeth grazed my nipple. "You skin tastes so fucking sweet. I shouldn’t be enjoying this as much as I am right now."

I couldn’t respond even if I wanted to.

My mind was a garbled mess, filled with nothing but the pleasure he was bestowing upon me.

"Do you want to cum, little wolf?" He asked, thumb finding my clit.

I nodded.

His voice was harsh. "Ask for it. Beg me to make you cum."

He bit down hard on the side of my tits.

The pain mixed with the pleasure and just like that, I was exploding all over his fingers, stars dancing behind my eyes as the orgasm wrecked me.

He chuckled darkly to himself. "You should see yourself when you cum, see how beautiful you are."

He pulled our fingers out of me, placing soft kisses over my chest and throat as he did and a whine of protest left my lips but before I could complain, I felt his hands on my thighs, spreading me wider.

Against his earlier orders, I peeled my eyes open and my jaw dropped when I saw him kneeling in front of me, my cunt directly lined up in front of his face.

The orgasm had ebbed the pain from my heat, but there was a new fire ignited inside of me and I knew that it had nothing to do with the mating bond and everything to do with the man in front of me.

"Rowan," I began slowly, my voice much clearer than before.

"I know," he answered, confirming my suspicions that he knew I was clearer headed now. "I want to taste you"

He peered up at me, eyes intense and pinning me in place through his dark lashes.

"Tell me I can."

I swallowed deeply.

This was not about my heat. If I agreed now; it was because I wanted it and we both knew that. It was why he’d asked in the first place.

I should have said no, should have pulled my dignity together and gotten some reprieve while I could, but I was too far tangled in his web to care and I was done trying to be selfless.

I spread my legs wider as an offering, leaning back on my palms.

"You can."

A feral growl left his lips. "Thank fuck."

He reached for my hips, pulling me towards the edge of the counter and with one hand flat against my chest, he lowered me back onto the table.

"I am going to have so much fun with you," he whispered against the skin of my inner thigh.

It was equal parts promise and warning.