Page 17 of His to Mate

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Ann ignoredthe sounds of giggles behind her as she headed for her homeroom class. There was a new rumor going around about her crush on Rex, and she was about to die from the shame of it all. She rolled her eyes as she walked into the classroom and stared at the gigglers as they walked in behind her and whispered comments to each other. It didn’t help that they all stared right at her as they whispered.

With a huff and swish of her hair, she sat down at her desk, the one she’d been assigned at the beginning of the year. The idiot gigglers were behind her, at least she didn’t have to face them from up here.

She wasn’t an overly proud girl, but this was high school, even if Jason Mamoa was their teacher. How he managed to act in Hollywood movies and teach was beyond her, but whatever, right? They had the hottest teacher in the nation. Despite his hotness, and the fact that she normally didn’t care about high school bullshit, being laughed at still stung, even if her brain said they were only silly teenagers and to ignore them.

She wanted to start reading her schoolbooks, but they had somehow become glued to the ceiling and she stared up at the flapping pages with extreme confusion. How the hell had that happened, exactly? She turned her head, but still couldn’t figure it out.

With a start, she realized that she was now the teacher, and five rows of students stared up at her. Wait, how had that happened? She was confused again. But then, she remembered she was mated to Rager and nobody could hurt her ever again. She loved him and that was all that mattered.

Suddenly, she was alone in their kitchen, the staff all gone, just her and the joy that came with preparing a meal. She made dinner for them both, set out a bottle of wine, and decided that it was time they had some fun.

A gentle hum of appreciation from behind her let her know Rager had come in to join her, at last.

He came up behind her, wrapped his arms around her waist to pull her close, and kissed her neck.

“You not only look good, my love, you smell good too!” His face was buried in her hair, as he inhaled her scent.

Dinner was forgotten as his hands reached out to turn her around to face him. She followed his guidance and let him take control. His kiss was deep and aroused, accompanied by a moan from Ann as he pushed her up against the countertop. Her legs wrapped around his waist to draw him closer.

“I love you.” His words were whispered against her neck, a brush of silk that tickled her in just the right way. The touch made her gasp, the words made her heart skip a beat.

“I love you too, Rager.” She pressed his head to her neck but he surprised her by pulling her away from the counter.

Carrying her to the bedroom, he put her down on the bed, stripping down before sliding up beside her.

“You’re lovely in your silk nightgown, my love, but I have to get you out of it. It’s not very useful when I only want to feel your skin.”

Ann grinned at him and threw the gown away, somewhere across the room.

“And where would you like to kiss me first?” She spread out on the bed and looked up into his eyes. There were some weird disco lights going now, but she ignored them.

“Right here, I think.” He pressed the tip of his tongue softly to her chin before he sucked at her skin with his lips. “Oh yes, that was a very nice place to start.”

She giggled and waited to find out where he’d go next.

He hummed, but continued to move his lips around her body before he circled back to her breasts.

“And here, of course,” he whispered as he gave each tip a very good dose of attention.

Ann watched him with her breath held, her heart beat so frantically she was sure it would explode. It was just a game, just him and his playful side, but sex with Rager always ended up being so much more than… just sex.

Rager cheated by going back to each nipple a few more times until Ann wanted to scream at him to fuck her. She wanted him inside of her more than anything else, the ache that filled her, the need, about to break and overfill her as he licked and sucked the tender flesh of her peaks.

When his free hand slid down her stomach, down to spread her folds, she finally couldn’t hold back the need and she screamed as her body went taut.

“Rager, oh please, I’ll die, please, don’t stop.”

She encouraged him to send her even higher, the sweet torment of the rasp of his tongue against her sensitive nipples only added to her desperation, her pleasure.

“You’re going to wake up the entire house if you aren’t quiet,” he laughed softly, and that’s when she became aware that she wasn’t dreaming anymore. Rager really was over her, his lips around her nipple as he teased her clit with exquisite precision.

She tried to smother her moans, and to keep the sound of her begging quiet. But she soon gave it up as her pleas turned into demands that he give her what she needed the most.

“Let it go, Ann, show me what you can feel.”

Ann gasped when her body bowed into a tight curve as the tension deep inside of her exploded into waves of brain-bending pulses of pleasure. She breathed in deep to draw in a reserve of air as she blew apart.