“I’m sorry…” It’s a muffled, pathetic noise, I make against his solid, smooth chest, his skin on mine is like coming home to the best place in the world and being enveloped in warm cozy safety.
“No, baby. I am, for everything. This is my fault. I failed to do what I was meant to. I failed to nurture and protect my mate and didn’t even figure out how much pain you were in over a stupid misunderstanding. Forgive me, Princessa…. Give me another chance to prove I can be what you need. What you deserve.” Colton leans back, sliding his hand between us to separate us a little, guides his fingers under my chin and tilts my face up to him so he can look me in the eye. The watery mess of a girl having an emotional break, and he wipes my jawline with his thumb as he does so, to catch some drips waiting to let go. Taking care of me, how he always does, and it makes it hurt with more intensity. I’ve been so stupid.
“For someone so strong, you sure like to cry a lot.” It’s a smile with humor, that shines back in his eyes, and those dimples make a worthy appearance, melting me a little more. It makes me snort a small chuckle through my tears and I wipe my nose on the back of my hand, lightening my mood with a smile.
“That’s because my mate’s an asshole, and he inflicts it.” I point out sarcastically, still trying to dry my face as he begins to help, by lifting his shirt and using it to dab my skin dry for me. Colton leans in and head bops me on the forehead with his softly, and sighs at me, his dimples back on show, hinting at a subtle smile.
“Mate, huh? Thought that was never happening again?” a naughty gleam, a cheeky knowing grin spreading across his face, and despite how much I love him, I have the urge to knee him in the balls for joking at a time like this.
“Don’t push your luck. I have plenty to still be mad about.” I shove him back by placing two hands on his chest, finding a little of that strength he goes on about, and pulling myself together once more, swallowing the sobs, and sniffing away the mess. Colton lets go of my face and catches me by the hips instead with fast reflexes and hauls me back, so we bump groins and nestles me against him.
“Yeah, but…. I know how to fix it. I have a tried and tested method that seems to always work on you.” That sly gleam, and before I can open my mouth to question that response with a ‘what?’, he swoops in faster than the speed of light and kisses me hard on the lips, locking his mouth to mine and fastening us together passionately. I’m too stunned to react at first, as his warm, soft lips, fit perfectly to the curves and grooves of mine, warming my skin, and silencing my upset fully. But almost like he hits a button, the fire inside of me ignites and I open my lips a little to let him in.
Colton kisses me softly at first, teasing me with the tip of his tongue and I respond and find a rhythm in the deliciousness of kissing him again. So many feelings brimming to the surface, and sweet pains at knowing his touch like this once more. We always worked this way, and as I let it develop into French kissing, with tongues smoothing one another, lips pressed tight, our faces connected. I slide my arms around his neck and pull him as close to me as I can. Absorbed in him, with no more mental voice trying to drag me away anymore. I wanted him, always. I loved him, even when he broke me, and this is what I’ve longed for.
Colton slides one hand over my ass, cups it smoothly, and lifts me to him with that aggression of a horny wolf, while his other arm snakes across my upper back, and his hand finds the base of my neck. Holding me tight as he slides it under my hair and cocoons me within his hold. He presses us hard together, so my curves fit his hard angles and I’m left feeling small and fragile within his muscular frame. Wrapped up tight, like he’ll protect me from all the dangers in the world, always. My feet free of floor as he lifts me high, and I lift them behind me and let him hold me fully.
Nothing is going to stop it this time, as fire builds between us, and this pulsing need almost winds me with the ferocity it consumes me. My body throbbing with need, and desire, and I turn up the heat on his kiss, nibbling his bottom lip ravenously and reveling in the way he matches the desire. Colton subdues my fierce, with his own special way of caressing my tongue so my toes curl, before pulling out and sucking my button lip in such a way it almost makes my panties self-combust.
Lust spreading through my loins so that I’m wrapping myself around him all the more, in any way humanly possible. My fingers in his hair, and gripping tight, pulling my knees up so he slides me around his waist and bounces me up higher in his grip. Tilting his head back to keep kissing me, and I bring my chin down to stay glued to him, as I’m now higher than he is. My gentle turns savage, and this all-consuming ache to be fulfilled cries out for him, igniting the passion of my wolf as she gets a little crazily savage.
We lose the softness of the make out session and turn almost feral in desire. Grip tightens, kiss turns from romance to aggressive, consuming one another as we continue, and Colton runs his fingers into the under layer of my hair and tugs my head back so he can access my neck with dominance. Tracing his tongue and teeth down my throat, before allowing me to pull back down to be rewarded with another taste of him. This overwhelming energy inside of me takes over, and somehow being wrapped up this way is not enough, even though Colton has lifted my feet from the floor and has me suspended in mid-air, straddling him. I want to be able to explore his naked torso with my tongue, to feel every part of his skin on mine, and we have clothes in the way.
I break free, dropping my legs down again, and push his face sideways with my hand on his jaw, to lean down to kiss his neck, licking over the pulse in his jugular, tracing from jawline to Adam’s apple as he slowly puts me back on my feet. His skin is slightly salty, yet delicious, with that unique smell and taste that is only his, and it pushes the need higher inside of me. Blood hitting boiling point, and all I want is to experience his mouth on every inch of my skin. Body heating from inside, and my core is almost pulsating with a strong need to feel him within me. I want to be joined to him, in intimate ways, that are only meant for us. I want to taste his blood and mark my mate.
As soon as my feet hit the floor, I shove him hard backwards with a newfound strength, away from me with a giggle. Biting on my bottom lip to curb this insane horniness that’s threatening to overtake me, so he hits the bed and topples over with a manly chuckle. Colton smiles, rights himself to sitting position and props one hand behind him, so he can lean back and watch me. His eyes devouring me, glowing amber with ignited passion and I can almost feel his heart pounding in time with mine.
“I want you so badly, I can’t take it.” He utters in a husky tone that’s almost inaudible, but it fuels me onwards and I climb on top of him as he now sits on the bed, and begin to untie the cord of his dark sweat pants at his waist. Confident that he’s mine to do what I want to, as I please, nestling over him so my hands are between my legs to access him.
Colton sits up so he can use both arms, slides his hands up my throat and circles around my jaw, burying his fingers in my hair before tugging me down and continuing to kiss me until he has me breathless. Leaving me to pull his sweatpants loose while he focuses on teasing my tongue with his once more and I close my eyes and savor the way he feels. Nothing matters anymore, all the weeks, and tears, and fights of the past. All that matters is how good this feels, and how every one of my senses are screaming at me to make him mine.
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