Claiming His Mate(30)

Her scent was enough to drive him insane but actually witnessing that hunger was erotic in a way he’d never imagined.

Reaching down, he slowly rubbed her clit as he kept his gaze on her face. Her lids grew heavy as she sucked in a quick breath. Her breathing was unsteady, but she didn’t tear her eyes from his. When he removed his hand, her inner walls clenched around him and she let out an annoyed growl.

Before she could say anything, he reached up to cup one breast and said, “Touch yourself. I want to see what I missed in the shower.” Ever since finding her in the shower like that, he’d wanted to actually see her doing it. He’d imagined it, but knew his fantasies would pale in comparison.

Her cheeks flushed pink again and she paused for only a second before reaching lower and pressing against her sensitive bundle of nerves with her middle finger. Watching her, he began rubbing his thumb over her hardened nipple in soft little strokes.

He studied how much pressure she used and paid attention each time her sheath tightened. The small contractions around his cock from before were growing tighter and tighter, milking him so hard he knew he was about to lose it.

But not yet.

Rolling his hips, he began moving inside her, his stomach muscles tightening as he controlled himself from coming. Her amber and vanilla scent grew stronger, headier. She was so close and he couldn’t wait to push her over the edge.

He leaned down and sucked her other nipple between his teeth, hard. She cried out, her free hand sliding into his hair and gripping him with the strength of a supernatural.

“I’m close, Max.”

His name on her lips—it made him absolutely crazy. He began pumping faster, her tight body welcoming him with each hard thrust. His body trembled with the need to release, the feel of her satin hold on him too much. Pleasure poured to all his nerve endings, but he restrained himself.

Barely.

Max teased her nipples with both hands and mouth as her grip on him tightened. Then he felt the trembling invade her. Her inner walls rippled around him, squeezing almost painfully as her orgasm hit.

With a soft cry, she reached around him and dug her fingers into his ass while he pumped harder and faster. He could feel the warmth of her release as her nails pricked his skin. The pleasure/pain was too much. With a growl he tore his face from her breasts, burying it against her neck as he came.

His heat flooded her as she met him stroke for stroke, her own cries of pleasure mixing with his until they both lay limp and sated for the moment. But this was just the first round and they both knew it. That had barely taken the edge off.

His cock was half-hard inside her as he raised his head to find those big brown eyes watching him with so much warmth.

“I’m glad you caught me sneaking into your alpha’s house,” she said softly, cupping his face with her palm.

He leaned into her hold, loving the skin to skin contact. “Me too…though I would have come for you soon anyway.” It was the truth and he needed to tell her how he felt. Max didn’t want any secrets between them.

Her eyebrows drew together. Sighing, Max pulled out of her, his body immediately protesting, and stretched out along her petite body, tugging her close against his chest.

Lauren immediately curved into his hold, pressing her breasts against him as she nuzzled his neck and chin. “What are you talking about?” she murmured, her breath warm against his skin.

“Six months ago, right after you left I felt…” He struggled to find the right word, but she supplied it for him.

“Lost?”

He pulled back to look at her, searching those dark eyes. What he saw floored him. It was total understanding.

“Yeah,” she said, reading him perfectly. “I felt it too, but I convinced myself a wolf and jaguar had no chance at a future. That I’d worked up that weird pull in my mind, like it wasn’t real.”

He snorted softly at her words. “It was real all right. I would have come for you sooner, then my mom died.” It was strange to admit it, but he wanted this woman to know everything about him.

Her expression softened even more. “Max, I’m so sorry.”

He shook his head, not needing anyone’s pity. Not that he felt that particular emotion from her. “Right after your pride left, I couldn’t function for a week straight. It was like I’d gotten your scent tangled in my senses and couldn’t shake it. My wolf was angry and confused when you were gone. I was ready to chase after you like a randy cub but my mom died. She was killed by rogue vamps and I had to take care of business. Her mate certainly couldn’t,” he spat the words, unable to hide the disgust he felt for his deceased mother’s useless mate. Max blamed him for keeping his mother sequestered, living the life of lone wolves. She should have been living with a pack where she would have been protected, but there was nothing he could do about it now. “After I killed the vampires who’d attacked her, I came back here and was in no shape to court you.”