Mine

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                    ELSPETH’S POV

              His lips perched on mine. They were subtle, hot and entrancing. I pulled my face up, not helping it as I immediately captured them in a passionate kiss, not even minding that my feet would hurt badly when I tiptoed to reach his height.

 

             This time, I did not just let my lips linger against his. I probed my Mate’s mouth open, slid in my tongue and ran it at every crook of his mouth, relishing the sweet taste of date, laced with his indisputably honeyed spittle that I would love to drink with a glass over again.

 

            I could not help but increase my pace. My hands, which were still snaking around his waist, never stayed a place, as they caressed my Master’s massive back. His were no different. His hand on my face slithered its way down to my nape, caressing it ardently that it sparked a strong feeling of want in me.

 

            I leaned forward and rubbed my stomach eagerly on my Master’s body to discern what hid within his crotch, desperate for his touch; wanting him so bad.

 

            He did not also fail to give me just what I wanted as he passionately battered my lips, probably flushing them up with the amount of sucking he tendered to it. With our lips now avidly moving in sync, never leaving out to our ears the spicy smacking sounds they made, I pushed my hands downward to feel the hollow that seemed to have run vertically across my Mate’s back to his leather-clad bottom. I grabbed the latter nonetheless; unable to stop myself as I felt the tenderness and fullness of his derriere in my palm.

 

            Unfortunately, it was too soon when he abruptly tried to part our lips. I held onto him, wordlessly trying to convince him to forfeit his incoming action, yet he did anyway.

 

             A long groan escaped my lips as I brought down my feet, finding the courage to look up at my Master. His eyes were flawless amber and shaded; clouded with what I could not discern – was it passion, lust…? Did all that matter?

 

            The wind blew softly and my Mate tucked away some strands of hair that rested across my cheek. “How do you feel?” he asked drowsily, the tone of his voice no better than the former.

 

             I precisely blinked twice as I looked deeper into his eyes, now I could figure out what made it look dense. All I saw was want and I could not help but think that he craved so much for me.

 

            However, I still felt this was not right to go on; I was not even confident that the man standing before me behaved with his actual sense. I had an instinct that every action that had just taken place was all an illusory scene that played in his head and they would end up at the front of his mind when the wine must have faded.

 

            I disengaged from him and reeled backwards, shame trapping my eyes to my feet. “I… I am… Master, I–”

                                                                                                           

            “Wayne… Rhevelor,” He cut in. “Anything else could be better as long as it sounds less dominating.” I looked up and tilted my head to the side to scrutinize his godly countenance.

 

             Was this really coming from him, I mean… sane him? I had heard many conversations and understood that the man before me was supposed to be the next Alpha and of course, it was okay for an Alpha to exercise dominance over his subjects, as well as his Luna. I was definitely okay with calling him Master for the rest of our lives.

 

            However, “Wayne …” I called cautiously, seeing a smile pass his lips before he advanced to me. I sucked in breath as I tried to get away from him, but hell, his body was gorgeous! There was no possible way I could leave this man when I had already begun to fantasize having myself cuddled up in those strong arms of his, feeling my back against his abs as my butt pressed on his massive hard-on. It was a delightful feeling.

 

            My eyes stripped him naked and I began from his crotch. I imagined zipping down his fly, grabbing his probably engorged cock, feeling its hardness against my soft palm as I hear his low groans and smell his intense arousal.

 

            Believe me when I say I was no pervert, but from the very first day I set my gaze on this man, I found myself slowly drifting to my own little world where I daydream about the things his hands alone could do to me. Above all, I was happy to be his Mate, and thrilled that he was mine… and mine alone.

                                                                                                  

            The words stood plainly in the heart of slavery, ‘Do not lead your Master on’. However, I checked and I did not see myself going against that rule. After all, it was literally Wayne who first gave the hint to this whole thing, I only picked up the lines, and he was still my Mate anyway.

 

            I surged forward, caring less of the world. With my chin held up, I walked past Wayne and went straight to the field. I looked over my shoulder and realized he was following behind me. A smile flashed across my face as I slowly got myself to the lush field.

 

            Wayne reached me and took the hand I had stretched forth for him. Without warning, I pulled him down to myself. He was thankfully quick enough to support himself with his other hand or it would have been a great damage if he had fallen directly on me.

 

            I turned him over with a low chuckle, ending up sitting on top of him. Christ, I did not know what had come over me. Why did it sound like I was naughty and desperate? I heard my own fast-pacing heartbeat, my cheeky chuckle, even my steamy thoughts now - they were so not me. I only hoped my cheeks do not end up flushing with embarrassment when I remember this later on.

 

            Everything went on slowly, almost as if the world had paused and it was just my Mate and I on the field, under the watch of the moon. I was sitting on his crotch, not minding the way his little man poked furiously through his leather.

 

            Wayne ridged his legs and I ended up caught between his supporting thighs and stomach. Our fingers intertwined and I leaned forward, letting our hands sweep over his head. He looked at me and smiled, his eyes wandered to linger on my lips, which I licked.

 

            I could not help but rock myself on him, going back and forth, as the sensation shot through my whole body, causing me to shudder. Wayne let out a drawling groan, I could feel his manhood slowly getting hard under me and I could not wait to have my hands wrapped around it.

 

            However, my thoughts were cut short when he separated our fingers and propped up on an elbow, not wasting any second to take my lips in his as his other hand caressed up my thigh and stopped over my bottom.

 

            I moaned into his mouth, feeling the heat pool up between my thighs. I supported myself by holding onto his biceps, but then I could not help it when I had the urge to feel the way his muscles ripped and flexed underneath my palm.

 

             As he rendered my lips swollen, my hands worked on his leather shirt. I violently pulled it from its tucking and undid the zip under his neck, then went ahead to pull it over his head with just a short moment of breaking our kiss.

 

            I tossed the leather aside, careless of where it landed as my hands trailed from his chest to his taut, twin mounds of flesh. I slithered my index ghostly around his tan nipples that felt so hard and perky under my touch.      

 

            Without wasting time, I changed the course of my hands, brushing them over his stomach and counting his number of abs with my touch; was a bit off though because it was normal to be six, but then I heard myself counting to the number eight.

 

            Ready for fun, I placed my hands on his shoulder and pushed him backward, breaking our kiss and making him fall back on the ground. He looked at me; want brewing more in those amber orbs.

 

            From the naïve look he gave me, I could tell my Mate was less experienced in these things, and it could be possible that I was the first person to take him. This thought sparked a content feeling that coursed through my body and ended in my crotch, making me shift uncomfortably against his straining leather.

 

            I slid down a bit - just enough to push his legs down and keep me on his thighs. I needed to get the view of his cock, do to him the things I imagined to do.

 

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