He was going to cum in his goddamn jeans, and he didn’t care. Didn’t give a fuck as long as his mate came with him. Her face was flushed, her lips swollen from his kiss as she rode him, her movements growing frantic. He longed to peel his shirt off of her, to see how far down that pretty blush spread.
Would her nipples be that same stunning shade of coral as her lips? Would they be a tantalizing shade of brown? He was dying to find out.
When she was ready, he’d suck each one until she was screaming with pleasure. His fangs lengthened, the thought of placing a mating mark on the curve of one breast too much to handle.
“You’re so fucking beautiful, Nes.”
Nessa threw her head back, a small whine leaving her throat. “I-I think … I’m so close. Murphy, I’m so—”
He attacked her throat with his mouth, sucking on that smooth column, his fingers biting into her hips. He thrust up into her again, nipping her skin. Her thighs shook, and then she screamed his name, coming undone for him.
Murphy grunted, arms locking around her waist. He snapped his hips, driving his cock toward her sweet cunt, imagining that he was sinking inside of her wet, tight heat. Pleasure exploded from his spine to his balls, spurts of cum hitting his boxers. White light detonated across his vision, his heart pounding in his ears.
Nessa went lax above him, dropping her head to his shoulder, her mouth pressing into his neck. Slowly, he came down from his high, nuzzling her ear, kissing her hair. He fell back onto the bed, taking her with him. He stared at the ceiling, his mate lying on his chest as he tried to remember how to breathe.
He’d cum harder than he had in his entire life, and she’d barely touched him. It would have been laughable if his dick wasn’t already hardening in his jeans, demanding an encore while his seed coated his length. He needed to clean himself up, but the thought of parting from Nessa, of removing her small body from his, was unacceptable.
Slowly, Nessa lifted her head, peering down at him with equal parts bewilderment and confusion. Not exactly the look a male wanted to see after satisfying his female.
“I …” Nessa snapped her mouth shut, her hair falling over her shoulder and landing on his chest.
Suddenly, Murphy was afraid that he’d pushed her too far, too soon. Anxiety reared its head, settling in the pit of his stomach like poison. “Are you alright?”
“Alright?” she asked, her voice high-pitched. “Murphy, I just dry-humped you until I orgasmed, and I’m pretty sure I wasn’t the only one.”
His lips twitched, and his fears melted away. He relaxed beneath her. “Does that mean you’re better than alright?”
Nessa opened her mouth, a choked noise escaping.
Murphy smirked. “At a loss for words? That’s new.”
She scoffed, narrowing her eyes into thin slits. “This isn’t funny. What are we doing?”
“Lying in bed together.”
Rolling her eyes, she sat up, her pussy still cradling his dick. Her eyes widened as he flexed his shaft, and he couldn’t help the smug grin that spread across his face. The corner of her mouth ticked up in response, and then her smile faded, her brows furrowing.
“What are we doing, Murphy? What’s happening between us?”
He pushed up onto his elbow, resting his other hand on her bare thigh. Her skin was cool to the touch, and he rubbed hispalm over the soft surface, eager to warm her. “You know the answer to that, Nes,” Murphy told her softly.
“But I thought you didn’t want a mate,” she argued, looking down at the hand caressing her. “It was just your bear that wanted me.”
“It’s never been just my bear,” he admitted, hoping he wouldn’t spook her away with the truth. “Since I met you, I’ve been scared to let you in, of putting myself at risk. Of being vulnerable. I thought if I could resist you, if I distanced myself, I’d stop wanting you. It didn’t work, though, and I’m so glad about that.”
Nessa drummed her fingers lightly on his chest, and he found the nervous habit endearing. “What are you saying, Murphy?”
“I want you more than I’ve ever wanted anything.” He shook his head, wishing he could put into words the yearning he felt in his soul. “It’s more than that. I need you. The thought of going a day without seeing you, without touching you, is excruciating, Nes.”
Her eyes shot back up to his face, meeting his own. “I want you, too. So much, Murphy. I never wanted to be in a relationship again until I met you, but you make me feel so much. You make me feel like it’s possible. I—”
Her chin wobbled, that same hope he’d seen earlier shining from her dark gaze. Then she blinked, and it was gone. In its place was an emptiness he’d never seen before.
“But what if I can’t be the kind of partner you need?” The words were so low, he barely heard them. Tears pooled in her eyes, and his heart twisted, pain beating through him at seeing her so conflicted. “What we just did … I loved it, but what if I can’t go further than that? What if I just can’t, Murphy?”
“You mean sex?”
She nodded, looking away from him in shame.
