Page 63 of Captive Hybrid
‘You came back for me.’ My breath is hot in the close space between us. ‘You didn’t leave me.’ For the first time, those words—the memory—doesn’t come with pain or betrayal.
Mordecai lifts his head from where he’s kissed his way down my stomach, over my ribs. ‘I did.’ He positions himself between my legs, pulling me up with him so our chests are almost flush, my nipples grazing his warm skin. ‘I have wished for the last five years that I did not reject you, Zenna. There was no way in hell I was going to let you go again.’
He leans down, pressing his lips to mine. Slowly, tenderly at first. Then harder, more desperately. My braid falls down my back. My alpha reaches around and grabs my neck—firm, not hard—and turns me around. I am still checking you for wounds. Playfully, he nibbles my ear, then bites it, just a twinge to make me exhale.
His hands trail down my bare back, brushing my braid aside. His warm skin leaves fiery trails that make my toes curl. Finding no wounds, he resumes kissing me all over. In a flash, he turns me, with wolf speed, until I’m flat on my back and he’s leaning over me, parallel to my body.
My chest heaves, thrusting my breasts up. My heart races, pounding against my rib cage. Mordecai is flush with me, so I can feel exactly how excited he is. A growl escapes his mouth, but his lips are turned up, playful, aroused.
I can hear your heart, pounding for me, he teases.
I part my lips, arching up, breathless. The bond is like a live wire in my skin, desperate to set my teeth on edge. Do you feel that, too?
He knows what I mean. He nods, dropping his head to plant kisses over my chest. He reaches my breasts, and takes one in his hand, kneading my flesh. Then he sucks me into his mouth, sucking, licking. The pressure sends bolts through my body. I moan, arching my back, pressing closer to him. In this position, I can’t grind my legs together, so I’m squirming under him, more turned on than I’ve ever been. Than I ever thought I could be.
Mordecai lifts his head with a wicked smile. Like that, do you?
I grab at his bare back, dragging him down to me. Yes.
Zenna. This time, he planks above me, without our bodies touching, but oh, so close. Are you sure you want this? After all I’ve done to you?
As I gaze into his eyes, I nod. I’m starting to trust you again. I want this if you do.
Brighter than any moon, Mordecai’s eyes gleam, burning with desire. In answer, he sidles down, unbuttons my jeans and whips them and my underwear off, in the time it takes me to blink.
My heart flutters. A moment of nervousness. As though sensing it, Mordecai slows, kissing my thighs gently. He passes over my sex, kissing, fingers caressing, getting me used to his touch.
At this angle, I can see all of him. His cock is rod-straight, thick and hard, just waiting to plunge into me. But my wolf takes his time, warming me to him. Mordecai dips his head, finally planting a kiss directly on my sex. With gentle hands, he moves my legs, opening them for him.
I’m still squirming a little, needing his touch. He uses his thumb and fingers to rub at me until my eyes shutter and all I can think about is the building, bubbling sensation inside me. This is my mate. My mate.
My need throbbing at my sex, and the words, my mate, pulse through my head in a steady, heady rhythm.
Yes,Mordecai’s purrs in my mind. I’m yours. A soft but possessive growl. And you are finally mine.
My head tilts back, a smile breaking out on my already-dazed face.
He plants a soft kiss on my belly as he pushes two fingers inside me. I gasp, the sound turning into a groan. Immediately, I need more. He pumps them in and out, circling my clitoris with his thumb.
My mate’s fingers are both measured and fierce, pumping into me relentlessly—but not too hard. His thumb works me, too, sending bolts of pleasure through me. He lowers his mouth, nibbling on the sensitive flesh of my inner thigh: a small, sharp pain which quickly fizzles into pleasure, coupled with his fingers.
My mind is a haze, but one thought creeps through the fog. I wonder what it would be like to hold his length in my hand, to control his pleasure. With my fingers, or my mouth… I’ve never used my mouth before. Excitement and embarrassment chase each other through me, but I can’t hold onto them long.
As I near the edge, he pumps a little harder, crooking his fingers in a beckoning motion, making me squirm, his unyielding legs keeping mine open. My inner muscles tighten. So close. Then he lowers his mouth down to me and nibbles—with his teeth!—on my clit and I cry out as I hit my climax. He uses his fingers, letting me ride it out, panting.
He smiles down at me for a moment, pleased. He removes his fingers gently. I’m glad you enjoyed that, he says.
I take a second to catch my breath, but he shakes his head wickedly. No time for that. Mate. He grins at my smile, then climbs on top of me. I get a glimpse of his hard shaft, damn near pulsing with need. He positions himself with a final glance at me, to be sure, and I nod.
Please. I’m aching for him. Without even his fingers, I feel empty…
Not for long. He positions himself at my entrance, coating himself in my wetness, then slowly pushes himself inside me, allowing me time to adjust. I moan as he fills me, moving slowly at first, then with a thrust that makes my eyes roll back.
A deep, low growl rumbles through his chest. A little surprised giggle escapes my lips as the growl sends vibrations through Mordecai’s body into me, giving me tingles right where our bodies meet. Pleasure burns in his eyes, but as well as that, I can see pure joy there, too.
I reach for him, my nails raking down his back to grip his perfectly firm ass. He tilts his head back with a groan. ‘I like your nails. Do that again.’ It’s a growl, an order, an alpha command, but also a polite request from mate to mate. Please, he adds.
As he thrusts into me, his pounding becomes slightly harder and faster, I grate my nails down his back, leaving little gouges. He groans, and I feel his pleasure vibrate through us again. I run my hands over his back again. I smile up at him, thrilled that I’ve pleased him.
