Wild Girl: A Rejected Mate Romance

by C. R. Jane

  "I'm going to mark you, make you mine, eliminate the scent I’m picking up on you for good. Trust me, baby. I’m going to fuck you so good."

  I wholeheartedly trusted him, and I embraced everything he offered me.

  His breaths washed over my ear and cheek.

  My heartbeat pulsed hungrily against my ribcage. When his hand found the heat between my thighs, his touch unceremoniously forceful, he slid his touch along the liquid fire he stirred. I drew in sharp, short breaths, my hands plastered to the wall to hold myself still.

  I shivered at how eagerly he took what he wanted, and I spread my legs wider for him. He pushed a finger into me, then a second one. I moaned, my insides throbbing with each rapid heartbeat.

  The faster he pumped into me, the more I whimpered, my hips responding with their own rhythm. Everything about Daxon had my body alert, reacting, starving for more.

  "Is this what you've been wanting?" he growled in my ear, his lips brushing against my neck.

  My cries escalated with how fast he pushed me to the edge, teasing me, pulling me to a place of no return.

  He withdrew his fingers, and I was the one growling in protest this time. A snarl purred from my throat, and I had to have him at any cost.

  Powerful hands grabbed me by the waist and swiveled me around to face him.

  His muscles clenched as he stood in front of me and took in all my nakedness, devouring me with his eyes. Even the way he licked his lips left me shivering, the pulse between my thighs throbbing. Then there was the matter of his heavy cock, so big, wet at the tip, ready to stake its claim.

  Fuck, he was really hard.

  Daxon roared as he dragged me against him and our mouths crashed. My hands fell against the hard plain of his chest, my breaths lost somewhere along the way. All I felt was his touch all over my body, and the feel of his hardness pressed against my lower stomach. We kissed like long lost lovers, like we believed we'd never find one another again. I wrapped my arms around his neck, pulling him closer, needing him before I burst from heat.

  Strong hands fell to my waist and gripped me. In the blink of an eye, I was off my feet. I curled my legs around him as his tongue plunged into my mouth, his hands cupping my ass, squeezing it. My back kissed the wall, and he pressed against me, our bodies crushed together. We both moaned loudly while I completely drowned in his kiss. I forgot everything else, all my worries.

  Adjusting his hips, the tip of his erection slid along my slit. I moaned the moment he pushed into me, my body on fire. I panted the deeper he plunged, holding me against the wall, and taking, taking, taking.

  I cried out with how incredible it felt, how much I loved the pain and pleasure he ignited within me.

  His eyes never left mine, and I stared at this man, at the fierceness in his pale, hazel eyes, at his chiseled jaw. At the way he claimed me completely.

  I grasped onto his strong, round shoulders, my body shuddering as he partially pulled out of me, then slammed back in. Once he found his rhythm, he pressed both hands to the wall over my shoulders.

  "Hold on," he ordered. "I'm going to fuck you so good that your mark will stick. You will accept me."

  I nodded and clung to him, while he fucked me, his hips pumping rapidly.

  He roared once more, the sound of it rippling through me. He was so tight, his muscles tense, completely rock hard inside me.

  "I've thought of nothing but fucking you since I found out you were safe."

  I moaned louder, barely able to breathe let alone find my voice. I curved my hips each time he came into me. His deep growls were intoxicating.

  Arousal escalated like a waterfall, crashing unrelentlessly, and I stood no chance to hold it back.

  He took me faster, and his arms looped around me that time. He groaned, both of us tense and so very close.

  The world blurred at the edges when my orgasm hit me suddenly and came out of nowhere, so hard that I convulsed, screaming.

  My reaction had Daxon growling, his body just as tense, and the moment he lost himself to his own explosion, his mouth latched onto the curve of my neck and good shoulder. Sharp teeth cut into flesh.

  Pain burst across my shoulder, while I screamed his name, my body shattering for him. I spasmed, completely coming undone while he throbbed inside me, filling me.

  I couldn't even remember how long we lost ourselves in the orgasms, but when we finally came back down to earth, our bodies were tangled and sweating. He lifted his head from my shoulder while licking a drop of blood from his lip. My blood. He then cupped my face and kissed me fiercely.

  "You're the world to me. I worship the ground you walk on. I love you," he said while kissing my whole face.

  I smiled, exhausted, and draped against him while my heart beat faster. Hearing those words would never get old, and I melted on the inside every time he said it. It was everything I'd ever wanted.

  Daxon and Wilder were mine. I never wanted to let them go.

  Daxon held me up against the wall, no sign of weariness at holding this same position for so long. "I'm not ready to finish this or go back out into the real world. I’m just not finished with you."

  I blinked at him, struggling to think as desire pressed into me. “I want more of you, now.”

  Our kisses grew deeper, harder, and I was more than ready for another round when he suddenly pulled back, shaking his head.

  “Daxon,” I moaned desperately. His gaze fell to my bandaged thigh.

  He withdrew from me, and with his strong hands on my hips, he set me onto my feet. The ground felt unstable at first, but I found my footing. I stepped toward him, feeling like someone had cut me in half to be so far from him.

  He was shaking his head again. “Something’s off. Wilder told me. You did too.” And he turned away from me, returning moments later with a lighter.

  But I was already by his side, my hand on his hard cock. “Please, Daxon, it hurts to not be close with you.”

  He hesitated, holding my stare.

  A sudden burn sliced across my arm, sharp and painful. I flinched, practically jumping from Daxon. He stood there, lighter in hand, the flame flickering.

  “I’m so sorry, sweetheart.” I blew on my arm where the burn mark was red and hurt like a bitch. “We need to be more careful from now on.”

  Daxon hissed, and I looked up to see the flame against his forearm. He gritted his teeth, letting it burn slightly longer before he paused. His eyes shut and he groaned deeply in his chest like the pain was utterly unbearable.

  I swayed on my feet, staring at him, the pain from the burn feeling like a heartbeat, thumping, distracting me from the desire deep inside me.

  Finally, he opened his eyes and asked, “Do you feel my mark?”

  Remembering his earlier words about marking me, just as Wilder had tried, I shook my head. I felt nothing, aside from the sexual hunger beneath the burning ache on my arm...But nothing else. No response from my wolf, and no marking bond between us.

  Reading the response on my face, his reaction was instant, his body against mine stiffening.

  "I don't understand how it didn't take? I can feel the bonding from my wolf."

  It felt like someone had just taken a dagger and jammed it right through my heart to see the way his expression crumbled before me. I was shaking and I hugged myself, feeling completely ruined that each time they tried, nothing happened from my end.

  I blinked away tears, hating how a few short words bruised a perfect reunion. "Why can't we just stay as we are? Can't you see what's really going on here? I'm broken."

  My chest heaved for breath, and it hurt to stand there feeling vulnerable while pain etched across his perfect face.

  "That's not acceptable," he told me, hurt underlining his voice. "We’ll find a way, even if I have to try for eternity, I will find a way to bond us just as we are meant to be."

  I couldn't find my words, didn't know what to say, so I grabbed my discarded clothes and quickly dressed. I turned for the door, but Dax
on grabbed my arm.

  “You’re not running away.” He collected me into his arms. “No more running. We’re going to work this out together.”

  I couldn’t stop the tears that time, and I softened against him where he held me as I cried for so many wrongs that ruined too many things in my life.

  Desire eventually overtook us both, and as our bodies once again moved together, I made a thousand wishes that somehow this wouldn’t be taken from me too.

  7

  Rune

  A loud knock stirred me from a deep sleep. I looked around in a daze, realizing that Daxon and I were on a large fur rug in front of the fireplace, both of us still naked. Flashes of the night before played through my mind.

  There had been so much sex.

  Thank goodness that my supernatural healing had kicked in with the breaking of the curse, because there was no way my vagina could have survived otherwise. As it was, I was sore.

  My breath hitched when I realized that the heat had broken. I could truly think clearly again. Even though Daxon looked like Zeus come to life stretched out next to me, his body so perfect it looked photoshopped, I didn’t have the overwhelming urge to jump him.

  Progress.

  The pounding on the door resumed. I stood up, looking for a blanket or something to throw over me. Daxon’s torn shirt was all I could find. It had gotten ruined at some point and I threw it over me. Luckily the tear was in the back so I was mostly covered.

  I walked to the door and looked through the peephole, breathing a sigh of relief when I saw that it was Wilder looking grumpy and utterly fuckable.

  And that wasn’t residual desire from the heat talking. Wilder just looked that good.

  I threw the door open, scrambling sounding from behind me as Daxon staggered up, still half asleep.

  “Rune, don’t open the door without me,” he drowsily said until he realized that Wilder was here. “Oh, it’s you.”

  Wilder’s gaze flickered dangerously as he stared at Daxon, who was still naked. Daxon, of course, stood there proudly. He slipped his arm around me, pulling me close and making no move to cover up. A growl that was more of a sexy purr slipped out as he nuzzled my shoulder.

  Wilder stiffened, his eyes tracing where the faint outline of his bite could be seen. He sniffed the air and shame churned in my chest when I realized that he was trying to smell himself on me, to see if the mark had bonded.

  “Come on in,” I told him with a fake, bright smile, trying desperately to distract him.

  I could smell his complete disappointment as it saturated the air.

  What the hell was wrong with me?

  Daxon pulled me against him possessively. “Maybe come back in a couple of hours, bro,” he told Wilder.

  “Fuck you,” Wilder rebuffed as he pushed past us.

  I flinched when I realized what he was walking into. The whole place reeked of sex, and things had gotten a little messy the night before. Furniture had somehow been destroyed. It was a miracle the place was still standing. I knew they were both aware I was “dating” each of them, but there was definitely something cringy feeling about knowing Wilder was seeing the aftermath of Daxon and I’s night firsthand.

  I squeezed Daxon’s arm soothingly before I hurried after Wilder, trying to pick stuff up as I did so. This wasn’t quite the morning after I’d pictured, but I couldn’t deny that something inside of me was soothed having them both here with me. Making love with each of them was incredible, life-changing...out of this world. But there was still something missing when it was only one of them.

  I was a terrible fucking person.

  It was probably why neither of their mate marks had worked. Because I didn’t deserve them.

  “Rune, sweetheart, it’s alright,” Wilder said exasperatedly as I accidentally mooned everyone in the room by bending over to pick up a lamp.

  An embarrassed giggle burst out of me as I tried to cover my ass, and then all of us were laughing, the awkward feeling in the air somewhat dissipating. Apparently a good old fashioned mooning wasn’t out of style.

  “Some of your clothes are in my closet,” Daxon murmured as he passed me and walked towards the kitchen.

  “You have some of my clothes?” I asked, confused. I definitely hadn’t remembered bringing any clothes over. I was too much of a scaredy cat to have gotten to the point where I’d asked for a drawer before I was kidnapped.

  “Why wouldn’t I?” Daxon asked with a smirk.

  I opened my mouth, and then closed it. “Are you admitting that you broke into my room, took my clothes, and put them in your house?” I finally asked, not sure why the thought was turning me on so much. I didn’t have very many clothes to begin with, so I should have been demanding he return them immediately. And I should be creeped out, right? I should definitely be creeped out.

  Down, vagina.

  “I was just preparing for the inevitable, babe,” he said with a wink before striding past me cockily. I tried to keep my gaze from staring at his ass.

  But I failed, big time.

  Wilder snorted from somewhere nearby as Daxon reached down to grab the jeans he’d been wearing yesterday and slid them on. I stood there looking between Daxon and Wilder, back and forth...definitely looking like an idiot. I finally scampered away to the privacy of Daxon’s bedroom, their soft chuckles following me the whole way. A shower was definitely in order to wash off the scent of sex that drenched my skin.

  I started the shower and slipped off the tee, grimacing as I saw my reflection in the mirror. I was a mess. There were hickeys all over me. And some scratches too. My hair looked like a bird had made a home in it, and I had huge circles under my eyes. I traced where I had been branded again. The skin was silky smooth, like nothing had happened. I could still feel the phantom pain of the brand though when I thought about it.

  How had the curse been broken again? How was that possible?

  I belatedly realized that steam was filling the bathroom, meaning I’d been staring at myself for quite some time. I hurried and got in, moaning a bit as the warm water beat down on my shoulders. It felt like I’d stepped into heaven. The shower at the motel was clean, but it definitely wasn’t luxurious by any means. Daxon’s shower, however, was the thing shower dreams were made of. It had a waterfall feature and then two other spouts on the wall. You could press a button and seal the top as well, making it a steam shower. I leaned against the tiled wall, letting the water batter against my skin and listening to the comforting sounds of Wilder and Daxon talking in the living room. It was progress that they were just talking and not screaming at each other.

  What I really needed was to soak in a bath, maybe sleep for a few days straight. I’d already felt destroyed after my time with Alistair. Combine that with the marathon sex...my heat, and I felt half dead.

  But judging by Wilder’s face when he’d arrived, there wasn’t time for that.

  I still couldn’t believe that I’d gone through a heat. Growing up I’d heard some of the female wolves gossiping about it. I hadn’t really spent very much time thinking about it back then. It had always sounded...kind of terrifying. And after Alistair had rejected me and I’d been cursed, it hadn’t been a thought. Alistair and his men would sometimes joke about times they’d taken advantage of women in the pack during their heat. It had been one of the only times that I’d been glad not to have my wolf. At least I wouldn’t have to endure that. Although maybe if I’d been out of my head with lust, it wouldn’t have been so bad when Alistair had...

  No, I wouldn’t let myself think about that. I would only think about the fact that somehow I’d gotten lucky enough to have two men like Wilder and Daxon with me during my heat. Most of it was a blur, but I could still see bits and pieces. The things they’d whispered to me. The way their hands had felt on my skin. The way their cocks pounded into me, filling me over and over until I felt empty without them. My hand trailed down my body and I found myself touching my suddenly aching clit, their words echoing in my head
.

  “Need some help?” Daxon asked through the door in a gravelly, lust filled voice that made me jump and almost slip and fall.

  “Just finishing up,” I told him in a squeaky voice. Damn supernatural senses. I couldn’t feel anything without them knowing.

  I quickly finished my shower, promising myself that I would get to relax someday. Toweling myself off, I walked to Daxon’s large walk-in closet. I gasped in surprise, because while I recognized some of my clothes, there were racks and racks filled with brand new clothes in my size. When had Daxon gotten all of this? There were literally thousands upon thousands of dollars worth of clothes in here. There were even bras and underwear stacked in neat little piles on a shelf.

  Too tired to over think everything, I grabbed a pair of underthings, along with a pale pink summer dress, and quickly got dressed. After I threw my wet hair into a messy bun, I took a deep breath and walked out to where the guys were waiting. Daxon was still dressed in nothing but a pair of low slung jeans that showcased his mouthwatering abs, standing over the stove and cooking something that smelled divine. Wilder was sitting stiffly on the couch looking through his phone. Both of them looked up when I walked in, their eyes widening appreciatively as they looked over me despite the fact that I was currently rocking the drowned hood-rat look.

  A girl could get used to that sort of attention.

  “Fuck,” Wilder groaned, throwing his phone down on the couch. “You still smell heavenly.”

  “But my heat broke!” I said defensively, my gaze looking out through the windows nervously, expecting one of the hunters to suddenly appear at any moment. I sniffed the air, wondering if I could smell what they were talking about, but I couldn’t smell anything other than the scent of Daxon’s soap on my skin.

  Daxon handed me a plate loaded down with the most delicious looking omelet I’d ever seen and growled under his breath as he nestled his face in my neck and took a deep breath. When he stepped back, his eyes were glazed, the pupils blown. “You do smell incredible, love. Like nothing I’ve ever smelt before,” he said in a raspy voice.