Rejected By My Mate, Now Mated To The Lycan King-Chapter 96: Sexual Content Ahead

~ NYSSA

He withdrew his tongue and plunged two fingers in me at once and I swear my eyes rolled into the back of my head.

My hands went down to fist his hair. I didn’t know whether it was to pull him closer or to push him away. All I know is I was grabbing fistfuls of his hair and riding his face, chasing my orgasm.

My response only egged him on because he repeated the process- over and over again until I was balancing on the edge of the cliff, ready to fall.

"I’m going to-," I couldn’t finish the sentence, "Please."

My orgasm hit me like a train but he didn’t stop. He parted my slit with one hand and dragged his tongue flat against me.

"I want you cumming until you soak my entire face in your cum," he whispered as he curled his tongue into me.

With every arch of my back and curl of his tongue, I tugged at his hair harder.

I actually liked being completely at his mercy as he wrung orgasm after orgasm out of me.

"Please," I managed out after the third one. "I can’t do it anymore."

He dragged himself off me, his face was glistening with my arousal and his usually neat hair was standing up at the edges from where I tugged on it. Red splotches stained my cheeks as he crawle3d over me again.

"You are fucking beautiful," he whispered climbing over me to kiss me slowly.

He pulled back to take off his shirt.

I ran my eyes down his skin, down the rigid muscles on his body and the scars that littered his skin. He looked fucking beautiful in the moonlight and I couldn’t help but stare in shock and awe that he was... well, he was mine.

His pants went next and when I saw him in all his glory, a stab of unease went through me.

Henry and I had never gone past making out. I had no idea what a dick was supposed to look like, but he was big and I couldn’t imagine a world where all of that fit inside of me.

"That look is an ego boost," he murmured, crawling over me to kiss me.

His thighs nudged mine apart and I lost myself in the kiss, eyes drifting closed as I drowned in his scent and touch.

"I’m going to try to be gentle but it will hurt," he told me as he lined his crown at my pussy.

I glanced down at him in worry but he grabbed my chin. "Look at me."

I forced my eyes on him in an instant.

"I will make it as painless as possible, okay? You’re fucking soaked down there, I just need you to relax."

I was trying, but I wasn’t sure I could do it on my own. I kissed him, trying to distract myself fro, the inevitable sting. It was only when his hand slipped between us to circle my clit that I felt the tension ebb as pleasure filled my bones. He kissed me deeply, swallowing every thought in mind and surrounding me with nothing but him.

I felt him push in slowly and at first it was fine, and I wondered if this was the worst when he pushed into me so fast that I nearly screamed. The pain caught me off guard. It wasn’t the worst I had experienced but it was sharp.

"I’m so sorry," Rowan’s voice was soft as he whispered in my ears placing soft kisses all over my face. He remained impossibly still as he kissed over my torso and circled my clit, trying to take my attention off the pain.

The pain slowly ebbed into more of a dull throb as pleasure gave way. I circled my hips once trying to test the waters and I had not been prepared for the mixture of pain and pleasure that slammed into me all at once. I moaned slowly.

"Nyx-"

"Please fuck me," I knew I was begging but I couldn’t bring myself to care. I circled my hips again. "I need you to fuck me, now."

"Fuck," he placed his forehead against mine and moved, slowly at first. With every thrust it felt like he was taking a part of my sanity away but I wanted more. When he leaned down to kiss me, I bit down on his bottom lip hard and he growled. "You’re playing with fire."

"Good, because I want to get burned."

That seemed to be his undoing because the next thing I knew, he had his hands wrapped around my hips and he slammed into me so hard that my breath caught in my throat. He grabbed my thighs so both legs were thrown over his waist and his right hand came to rest by my head as he picked up his pace.

I could hear the headboard slam against the wall and all I could do was take what he gave me.

"I can’t believe I waited this long," he groaned, hips slamming into mine relentlessly. "I’ll never get enough of you, Nyssa."

I could barely get out my own name if I tried. He stole my breath and with it, stole every single part of me.

I felt my fourth orgasm of the night coming on and he didn’t slow.

He kept thrusting, each one more brutal than the last. The only sounds in the silent room were my moans, his silent groans, the headboard hitting the wall and the sound of wet flesh slapping. The room smelt like sex, like dirty, filthy, forbidden sex.

"I’m going to cum."

"Do it," he ordered and I did, I came all over his cock and he spilled into me not a second later.

All I could manage were small sounds as he rode out the longest orgasm of my life.

He stayed like that until he softened a little and then pulled out of me. He let my legs down and I finally felt how sore I actually was.

He left the bed and I felt a clench in my heart. Is he just going to leave?

He walked into my bathroom and I heard water running, then he returned with a bowl and a small cloth. He wiped the warm cloth against my core and I moaned as the warmth hit my skin. I could see him harden at the sound but he otherwise made no other reaction.

I tried to speak, but the exhaustion caught up to me, dragging a yawn out of me.

"Sleep," he ordered and against my wishes, my eyes drooped until the darkness claimed me.