Page 6 of Reject Him
Something happens when a shifter is to mate with another. She anticipates the bite, knowing it needs to happen, but she can’t help it when she says, “Do not bite me!”
He doesn’t miss a beat in his rocking motions. “I won’t,” he says, and briefly, she wonders why. Her own teeth elongate, a natural instinct, and instead of giving in to that instinct, that pull to claim him as her own, she flips him over. He grips her so that he doesn’t have to pull out, and when she’s on top, he rears forward and nips at one of her nipples. She sucks in a breath at the pain of it, and then fucks him, sliding backward and forward, feeling his cock slam to one side and the other of her vagina.
She kneads her breasts, rocking against him. He grabs her hips and rocks her faster and faster. “God, you feel so good,” he proclaims through clenched teeth. “So fucking good.”
It doesn’t take long for Eme to find her climax once more, and this time, he climaxes with her. He rears up and nips at her cheek, both of them riding the wave until it finally subsides.
Both are out of breath when Eme finally slides off him. He says nothing when she heads to her suitcase, unzips it, and pulls out a large T-shirt. As she slides it on, she turns to face him.
“Thank you,” she says because what else is there to say?
“My pleasure?”
She laughs, bends to pick up his pants, and tosses them at his chest. “Were you expecting something else?”
He lifts a brow at her as he slides on his pants. “Well, yeah.”
“What were you expecting?”
“I wasn’t expecting you to stop the mating.”
She shrugs. “You don’t know me. You know nothing about me.” And it’s true, damn it. She’s still not ready for this. She had thought . . . well, she had thought wrong. She doesn’t know what this will mean for the alliance, but she can grace him with dignity.
He points at her, “I get the feeling you’re not going to let me know you.”
She doesn’t respond to him. Instead, she flicks her thumb over her shoulder and says, “The guest bedroom is that way, just across the hall.”
