Dealing With Him

VI

MATURE CONTENT

I couldn't sleep at all. I don't know if it was because of the s****l need that wouldn't go away or the fact that I was sleeping alone and not with my mate. (I have slowly been getting used to the term 'mate'. The only thing I could do was try.)

I got out of bed and grabbed my blanket, wrapping it around my body as I walked through the dark house, following the burnt wood, spice, and forest-like scent of my mate.

I stopped in front of a door and was about to open it when it magically opened. On the other side of the door was Dylan, who was wearing nothing but a pair of sweatpants that hung low on his hips, exposing his beautiful six-pack.

I looked back up quickly and saw Dylan staring my body up and down the way, I was just doing to him.

"I was just--"

I stopped talking when I realized Dylan was also talking.

"You go first," I said quietly and looked around to make sure I didn't wake Owen up.

I was thankful that Brianna decided to sleep in the pack house tonight because who knew how much she would speak in the morning.

"I was going to, uh... get some water. Yeah, water -- I'm parched."

I nodded my head and he looked down at me for a second before staring at the blankets around me.

"I was just going to ask if you wanted to help me, umm, make... coo~ookies. Yep! Craving them right now."

Dylan chuckled and shook his head.

"I'm not busy tomorrow," he explained. "We can make them then if you like?"

I nodded my head.

Silence filled the house after that.

The next thing I remember is both Dylan and me moving towards each other and colliding our lips while going back to Dylan's room. The door slammed shut and Dylan took the blanket off of me and rest me on the mattress, his body immediately covering mine as he continued to move his lips against my own heatedly. I lifted my hips and felt the tent in Dylan's pants, making both me and Dylan moan when he applied pressure.

I wanted him bad. It took a while for me to actually realize it but when I was sitting on the roof with him, I just began thinking of how much I could do that every day if I just accepted him as my mate. I was still thinking about it, but I knew that the mate bond was going to win.

"This is your only chance to leave," Dylan suddenly said and pulled away, his hands slowly going up my silk dress. "If you stay, I'm not letting you leave this room."

I bit my lip to stifle a moan when I felt him squeezing my breasts gently, his thumbs playing with my hardened n*****s.

"I don't want to leave," I moaned out when Dylan kissed my neck, his tongue lightly sliding across my skin.

He smiled and torturously continued to kiss and suck down to my chest, slowly slipping my dress off and took one of my breasts into his mouth. He lightly sucked on it, his tongue playing with my n****e.

I moaned softly and ran my fingers through his soft hair as he moved to the other, giving it just as much attention. He kissed down my body and kissed the fabric covering my lower area.

"What do you want?" He asked and I looked down at him with hungry eyes.

Anything, anything, anything!

"My fingers?" He added and slowly took my panties off. "My tongue?" I felt him lick my cl!t and I moaned, my body shuddering with pleasure. "Or..." He trailed off and I heard his sweatpants hit the floor.

I bit my lip, chewing on the skin.

"Option two."

Almost immediately, Dylan's tongue made contact with my s*x, licking and sucking hungrily. I let out a loud moan but quickly covered my mouth so I wouldn't wake Owen up. Dylan grinned and slowed down his pace when he could feel my thighs beginning to tremble from his tongue's actions; his tongue would flick along my c**t teasingly, then move down to slowly use his tongue around my entrance before going back up and sucking on my s*x. I was a moaning mess and hated how crazy he was driving me.

I had no idea why my body was reacting that way. Maybe I would have been able to understand more if I had s*x but since I didn't -- yes, I was still a virgin --, I didn't understand why my body was acting the way it was.

I couldn't help but groan in frustration and look at Dylan when he stopped. He was crawling back to my face and pressed his soft lips against mine.

"Dylan..." I murmured when I felt him fumbling with his boxers. "I'm still a--"

"Brianna told me," Dylan interrupted and I frowned.

That b***h.

"I won't do anything that you can't handle, love. Just tell me when you've had enough and I'll stop."

Slowly and hesitantly, I nodded my head. Dylan brought his lips back to mine and got out of the last piece of clothing he was wearing. I felt him rub himself against my entrance and I couldn't help but let out a low moan.

"You ready?" He asked me and kissed just in front of my ear.

I nodded.

Slowly, Dylan brought himself into me and I bit into the blankets that covered my face, feeling the pain start to get worse.

"Are you done?" I asked when I felt him stop. I could feel tears in my eyes.

Brianna told me it didn't hurt as much when losing your virginity.

Her mate isn't the size of a whale so of course, she'd say that.

"I'm only halfway," Dylan answered with a throaty chuckle and planted kisses on my shoulder and collarbone. I felt calm for a second before the pain returns as he continued to thrust into me slowly. My fingernails dug into his shoulders and Dylan hissed quietly.

The pain began to subside and I let go of the blankets in my mouth, holding Dylan's shoulder with more tenderness as he gave me time to adjust.

"Just tell me when you're ready," he whispered reassuringly and left soft kisses up and down my neck. I could feel my tense body relax and I nodded my head.

Dylan brought himself out before pushing back into me. It wasn't as painful as the first time and it received a soft moan from myself as he continued to thrust in and out of me at a steady pace as I remained under him as a moaning mess.

I raised my hips to meet his in the pace he was going in and Dylan groaned in pleasure. He started to pick up the pace and I arched my back off the bed, feeling him thrust in a part of me that made me want even more than I already did.

I suddenly felt the need to pee -- Brianna told me about this. I didn't actually have to pee. Thank Goddess I had Brianna to talk to about this during my time of need when I didn't pay attention in s*x Ed.

I dug my nails in Dylan's back and brought them back up when I felt him thrusting even faster until they became sloppy as we both released.

After a minute of catching our breath, Dylan pulled himself out of me and laid beside me, pulling me close to his chest. He slowly kissed my neck and I tiredly tilted my head to the side to grant him more access.

"Did I hurt you?" Dylan mumbled against my warm skin.

I smiled and shook my head, "No."

He hummed and continued to kiss my neck while one of his hands went down my stomach to my core, his fingers rubbing against my dripping c**t. I moaned softly as he slowly rubbed me, every few seconds picking up the pace.

I gasped when I felt one of his fingers enter me and immediately began pumping in and out.

"f**k! Dylan!" I cried out when he pulled his finger out and slammed his c**k into me, f**k me sideways. He flipped me so I was on my hands and knees and he sat up, grabbing my ass and shoving his length into me. We both moaned as he continued to pound into me, his bed hitting the wall as he continued to f**k me.

I screamed out Dylan's name as I came again, my body shaking as I released. Dylan continued to go and went faster and faster until he slowly came to a stop as he released his seed in me.

He breathed heavily and laid down.

"I didn't expect that," I mumbled with a grin.

Dylan chuckled. He continued to until I got on his lap, sliding Dylan's d**k into me.

How can I possibly still go?

"Again?" Dylan asked with a smirk.

I smiled and brought my hips up before they went back down, holding onto his shoulders as I rode him. Our skin began to slap against each other as I went faster and more desperately.

"f**k, just like that," Dylan moaned and held onto my hips as I continued. Soon, we were both moaning each other's names as we came together. I slumped onto Dylan's chest, not bothering to get off of him as I felt him growing harder (if that was possible) inside me.

I moaned at the feeling.

"You're just dying to be unable to walk, aren't you?" Dylan asked and pressed his lips against mine.