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“It doesn’t matter if I want you or not,” he bit out, hating how badly he wanted her. They shouldn’t be here. They shouldn’t be doing this and no matter how many times he told himself to let her go and get the hell out of here, he couldn’t.
“You’re mine, Izzy, and if another man ever touches you again I will f**king kill him. Do you understand me?” he asked, yanking his hand out of her shirt and from behind her.
“Who the hell do you think-oh god!” she cried out as he ripped open her shirt and cupped both br**sts in his hands.
As he lifted, squeezed, and caressed her large br**sts, careful not to touch the large hard nipple that was demanding his attention as he watched as Izzy licked her lips as she struggled to keep her eyes open. Finally, she gave up her little battle and let her head drop back against the roof of the car.
Her fingers tightened on his jeans as he continued to explore her br**sts. The contrast between her large br**sts and tiny body was a surprising turn on for him.
All those times he imagined what she looked like he hadn’t really given much thought to sexual preference, because he’d never any sexual urges. He’d always pictured her taller, but shorter than him. Brunette, brown eyes, maybe blue and an average figure. He’d been more focused on imagining what it would be like to have someone in his life that belonged to him, with him, that he hadn’t given much thought to what type of person she would be. His only concern was what she would do for his family.
But standing in the large vacant parking lot, he couldn’t help but feel pleased that she was his. It didn’t matter that he didn’t want her or that she’d disappointed him. At that moment the only thing that mattered were the cravings that touching her were creating. He wanted her. He wanted to kiss her, lick her and touch her everywhere. He wanted to slide his dick between her lips, over her large br**sts and between her legs.
As he imagined f**king her the pressure between his legs became painful. Gasping for breath he tried to fight the need to do more to her, to take her. He shouldn’t be doing this, he inwardly screamed. She was taking all of his control away from him and she wasn’t even touching him, he thought with disgust as he moved to drop his hands, but his little mate wasn’t having that.
With a tug that actually impressed him, she pulled him closer and released one hand away from his pants so that she could reach up and grip him by the back of the head and yank him down for a kiss that set his body on fire.
This was nothing like the controlled kiss they’d shared in the foyer. This kiss was hungry, hot, and had every nerve in his body screaming for more. His grip on her br**sts became more demanding as he moved his palms over her hard ni**les. He stroked, pinched and tugged on them as she moaned in his mouth and suckled his tongue.
She released her hold on his hair to run her fingers down his jaw, his neck and over his chest. As her little fingers explored him her hold on his jeans tightened almost desperately.
“We have to stop this,” he mumbled against her mouth, but made no move to step away.
In answer she released her grip on his pants and he thanked god that one of them had at least been able to think clearly and stop this before it got out of hand.
All rational thought left his brain the second she cupped him through his pants. As she squeezed and caressed his erection almost desperately she moaned and groaned loudly as if she were just as affected as he was.
“I want you,” she whimpered against his mouth.
“I want you, too,” he admitted, unable to help himself.
He may not want her in his life, but he couldn’t help the way her wanted her body.
He released his hold on her br**sts so that he could pull her shirt off. With a quick jerk he had it off of her and tossed it over his shoulder. He pulled her tightly against him, groaning in her mouth as hard ni**les teased his chest.
She felt so good in his arms, he thought as he ran his hands over her damp back and over her jean clad ass.
When she worked his zipper down and reached in his pants to pull him out he thought she felt f**king amazing.
The first stroke had him struggling to breathe as intense pleasure like nothing he’d ever known before shot through his dick, tightened his balls and created a tingling pressure low on his spine. The second stroke had him pulling away from her mouth to look down.
He swallowed hard, licking his lips hungrily as he watched her run her hand slowly up and down his shaft.
The sight entranced him, leaving him barely able to move never mind breathe as she explored him.
“That feels so good,” he groaned, barely able to stop himself from thrusting in her hand.
“I know something that will feel even better,” she said, leaning forward to press a kiss against his chest. They groaned together as she licked and kissed her way down his chest, paying special attention to his tattoos and scars. When she traced the scar on his stomach it tingled and he had to admit that she was right, this did feel good.
When she gripped his shaft and took the head into her mouth he stumbled forward and was forced to slap his hands against the windows or fall. He gasped for air as she traced the slit with her tongue and wrapped her lips around the head of his c**k and sucked.
Hard.
All too soon the intense pleasure turned painful again.
His dick hardened and his balls pulled up tightly demanding release and he knew he was f**ked. He might never have had sex before, but he knew that he needed release and that he wasn’t going to find it this way. At least not right now.
There wasn’t much he remembered from Eric’s awkward Sentinel sex talk they’d had almost eleven years ago, but he did remember Eric explaining that he needed to be inside of his mate for the first release so the seal could break. He still wouldn’t be able to bring himself to release after this, but she’d be able to do it in any way her little heart desired, he remembered with a pained groan.
He pulled out of Izzy’s hot wet mouth, unable to take any more. Without a word he picked her up and placed her on the hood of the car. It was only then that he realized something was wrong with her.
“What’s wrong?” he asked through clenched teeth as his c**k tightened impossibly further, demanding that he finish this.
Izzy noticeably squeezed her thighs tightly together.
“It hurts. ”
“Shh, I’m going to take care of it. Trust me,” he said, forcing himself to be gentle as he laid her back on the hood of the car.
As he reached for her another frightening thought occurred to him, one that he knew he wouldn’t ignore no matter how much pain he was in at the moment. He leaned over her, resting his elbows on the hood of the car on either side of her stomach as he fought to get control of his breathing and will the pain away.
He couldn’t remember anything hurting this much in a very long time. His balls to the tip of his c**k throbbed, sending shock wave after shock wave of pain throughout his body. His hands clenched into fists as he dropped his head between Izzy’s beautifully flushed br**sts as he desperately fought for control.
Even if he wanted to stop now, and he did, they’d gone too far now. Their bodies were demanding they finish the mating and unify their souls and all he wanted to do was get as far away from her as he could now that the pain had helped him think a little more clearly.
He’d f**ked up big time by touching her and he knew he was paying the price. There would be no backing away now. They needed to finish this or it would get worse, much worse. If only he’d remembered that little tidbit of information earlier he could have saved himself a lot of trouble.
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