Page 44 of Mated By the Alphas
“I’m fine,” Remy answers me calmly, eyeing the gashes on his leg. “Just a scratch.”
It’s not just a scratch. The wounds are deep and he’s limping. We’re tough, but we don’t neglect injuries. Something is distracting my brother. I shake it off. We’ve got other problems to deal with.
“Wyatt, how’s the girl?” I ask.
“She’s fine,” Wyatt responds. “Dazed, so she won’t remember much. I’m going to leave her at the fire station. They can deal with whatever mental trauma the vampire inflicted. She wasn’t bitten, so she’ll probably just think she was drugged.”
“Should just be another night in Chicago, then,” I try to make light of it, but it falls flat.
We continue our search late into the night, but we don’t run across any vampires. When fatigue sets in, we split up, agreeing to reconvene in the morning.
That means I get to return to the safehouse. To Ansley. I may be tired, but nothing can keep me away from my mate.
I’ve been dying for another taste of her all day.
CHAPTER 18
Ansley
I change the sheets and crawl into bed before exhaustion takes me.
It’s a deep, dreamless sleep. I rarely have nights without dreams, but I rarely remember them. Just that my mind was still busy, even while I was resting.
It doesn’t feel that way when I wake up. Possibly because as soon as my eyes open, I get the feeling someone is watching me. I sit up in a panic, looking around until I see the amber glow of Hayden’s eyes in the darkness.
“I didn’t want to wake you,” Hayden speaks softly, stepping into the dim moonlight.
“It’s night already?” I groan, trying to shake the fog out of my head. “I slept all day. What did you do to me?”
“The same thing I’m going to do tonight,” he says, moving closer to the bed. “Maybe this time, you’ll feel my knot.”
Hayden reaches out and grabs my ankles, pulling me towards him. I assume he’s going to strip me naked in an instant, considering the look in his eyes. Instead, he leans down, his lips finding mine with a tender kiss. He pulls me into a tight embrace, and I feel safe in his arms. Like I’m exactly where I belong.
Slowly, he undresses me, pressing his lips on each bit of skin he exposes. He’s already naked, already hard, his thick cock beaded with arousal. Once I’m naked and splayed, his hands pressing on my thighs, he licks my folds, his tongue finding my entrance.
“Oh Hayden,” I breathe the words out on a long sigh, realizing I’m about to get tongue-fucked again.
“I should roll you over and spank your ass for sending me to Daisy’s apartment,” he growls, the vibrations making me tingle. “You didn’t think her mother would check on her cat?”
“I wasn’t sure,” I admit. “If it had been me, it wouldn’t have been a big deal. Daisy’s mom wouldn’t have been surprised if I walked through the door.”
“She was sure as fuck surprised when I showed up,” Hayden growls, his tongue pushing into me.
“How’s Daisy?” I ask, my concern for my best friend not allowing me to fully relax.
“She’s still doing okay. I checked in with Morgan earlier,” he says. “But I don’t want to talk about her. This is our time.”
I try to apologize, but his tongue feels so good I just melt into the mattress, my hips twitching as the pleasure surges through me.
His tongue works its way into me slowly at first, licking and tasting, exploring every inch like he’s been dying to taste meagain. I whimper and moan with pleasure, arousal coating his tongue, my battered and bruised walls aching as they respond to him.
Just when I get comfortable and ride a few waves of bliss, he picks up the pace, his tongue spearing into me rapidly while his thumb moves to my clit His other hand squeezes and caresses my breasts, teasing my nipples into tingling pebbles. The combination is euphoric and I writhe on the bed, especially when his tongue slithers deeper than any normal man could go, tasting parts of me that make my body quiver.
I’m so raw from our first night together that everything is extremely sensitive. It doesn’t take much for the pressure to build.
“Hayden,” I gasp, my hands tangling around strands of his long black and charcoal-grey hair. “I can’t… I’m going to…”
His tongue retreats. “Come for me, mate,” he growls against my skin, then his tongue is deep inside me again, coaxing my orgasm to the surface.
