Grinding harder, moving up and down a little, I felt my orgasm building.
“Close!” I said, breathily. “Knot me?”
“Yeah. Close, too!” His grip on my hip tightened. He used his hold to work my body harder. Planting his feet, he pumped up into me.
That was it for me. My orgasm had my vision darkening as come covered my stomach, somelanded on him.
With a finger, he gathered up a little and sucked it. “Delicious.”
If I could have, I would have orgasmed again from the smirk and the way I felt his knot expanding. After so many rounds, I had almost nothing left. I felt oversensitive, raw.
I felt his come spurting inside me. All that would be left of our encounter aside from memories.
Nestling my head on his chest, I fought back my tears. He wouldn’t get to see how much this was wrecking me. I’d agreed to this, so it was my fault I was in so much pain.
Maybe he sensed it, or maybe he did feel something for me, because he stroked my hair and held me tightly.
“Wish I could keep you,” I thought I heard him murmur. His heart was hammering in my ear. Probably just wishful thinking.
The sun was almost fully up and my night with my fated mate was done.
Once his knot went down, I eased back into my own seat, pulling up my borrowed sweats before I sat.
I looked at him. “I’ll wash them and return the clothes.”
“Keep them. It’s not safe in the woods for you Sully. Stay in the town and out of trouble, okay?”
Unable to talk, the tears threatening to fall once more, I just nodded.
“C’mere.” He drew me to him and closed his mouth over mine.
It was impossible to remember every detail of how he tasted and felt. It was all too overwhelming.
He brushed away a stray tear. “You’ll be okay.” I don’t know if he said that to reassure himself or me.
“I’ll… uh… get a potion.” Getting one might be tricky. People in town would assume it was Orson’s baby I was trying not to have.
“Right. Good.”
Tension rose between us. I needed to go before I begged him not to end this.
“Bye.”
“Bye, Sully.”
I got out of the truck, my ankle protesting at the rough treatment, and closed thedoor, ready to break down once he was gone.
For a long moment, I lingered despondently at the side of the road, watching as my still unnamed mate drove out of my life for good. Finally, the pain in my ankle drove me towards my scooter and home. The bone wasn’t broken, or at least with my shifter healing, it wasn’t now. Maybe re-sprained at best. I should have rested longer, really taken the time to heal before I went chasing a strange dingo.
One who turned out to be my mate.
How fucked was it that the same night I’d found him, I’d been rejected by him? He’d done it kindly, sure. I bet he had decent reasons for it. He said it was the town, and to be fair to him, there was a lack of prey/predator pairings/groups in Haenvale, so perhaps he had a point.
Nope, I wasn’t going to cry in the street. How humiliating!
Missing out on a fated mate after the wild night we had, sucked big time. I thought I could convince him with how magically mybody fit his that last time, but failed. We’d been compatible with the little banter we had. The sex was out of this world. I wasn’t sure if it was a predator thing, or just him. He’d owned every inch of my body, it felt like. I ached all over from it.
So watching him drive away without a backwards glance was hard. Didn’t mean I was giving up on him. Nope, I was one determined quokka. I would give him a few days. I had to heal up this foot first. Once I was better, I’d look for him again. Besides, I was tired and needed to look my best for my fated mate.
