Mated To The Ruthless Rogue

Chapter 3

Chapter 3

He slammed her against the door of the room; hiking up her hips as he pressed further against her. His hands were in her hair which he tugged lightly.

She pulled off his shirt between kisses; he supported her by lifting his arms to take it off. Soon after removing the button up, she separated from him to admire his bare torso.

He was beautiful in every sense of the word. His tanned skin showcased a pair of defined pecs and chiseled abs. her mouth could have watered at the sight. She had never seen a wolf that could look so perfect. Her eyes trailed to the arms which were supporting her and she couldn’t help but marvel at the mass of them. The way they flexed while holding her up.

‘Because he’s mine, all mine’ she thought to herself.

He preened at her open gawping of his body. He was happy that his mate liked him.

He

Despite being confident she felt insecurity regarding hr scars. There were scars she was proud of and had earned through her victories, yet she couldn’t help but have questions in her mind. Would he find them ugly? Would he rethink the whole thing? Would he reject her after seeing them?

“Be prepared for what you see.” She warned

There was no more hesitation. She pulled her dress away, revealing her body in its entirety.

He gasped as he saw her. Scars littered her body. Some bigger than others, some fully invisible to the eye and others more visible. But he saw them all. There was one on her thigh; there was a particularly obvious one on her rib, just below her breast. He felt sadness and regret surge inside him. Sadness for her having to go through what she did to get those scars, regret for not having looked for her before then.

His mate had suffered so much, his inner wolf whined in response.

He looked up to her face to see that she was looking away from him. Her head was looking to the side, eyes focused on the ground and her arms were crossed in front of her in a defensive pose. He was confused at her actions until he got a whiff of her scent and suddenly it all clicked

Fear

Was she, afraid of him rejecting her because of her scars?

He pulled into action, walking towards her to bring her attention to him. He looked at her as he brought one of her hands towards, him and kissed every single knuckle of them.

“You are beautiful.” He spoke softly, eyes never wavering from hers. Every word was truth, despite all the scars littering her body; she was still the most beautiful person he had seen. The scars were nothing she should be ashamed of, she was a survivor. Most importantly, she was his mate, and no scars will make him reject her.

Looking at him, she felt the sincerity in his gaze. There were no lies as he looked at her. She couldn’t help but smile and relax now relieved of her doubts.

He smiled at her relieved that her scent that becomes more relaxed.

He heaved her up and she held on tight, giggling in his arms.

“God you’re strong.” She whispered before pulling him into a hot kiss as he walked to their destination.

Reaching the bed, he laid her down, laughing as she pulled her down with him to meet her in a kiss. He held her close as he grinded into her exposed core making her arch up in a silent moan. Her legs were on his sides, prodding and pushing at the belt of his pants

“Off.” she said, referring to his pants which were still on.

He lifted himself up slightly using one of his arms and unclasped his belt with his free hand. Once he was done she assisted him by shoving the pants and everything else down with her feet leaving him to shake it off. Now the both of them were finally bare.

He laid on her, drawing her into a kiss ad he settled himself into position. When he was ready he separated from the kiss, looking at her.

‘Are you ready?’ He asked with his eyes.

She nodded as an answer.

He reached out, leading his member to her core. They looked into each other’s eyes as inch by inch, he slipped into her warmth.

She let out a loud moan as he fully entered, crossing her legs at his back to push him closer to her. He was larger than expected. She had had many one night stands, but he, she wondered was special.

His hand crept up to her cheek, tucking a strand of wet hear from her sweaty face to the back of her ear. He looked in happiness. Seeing her expression was enough to make him lose control, but he wouldn’t. He had to make this good for the both of them. His first time with his mate will not be fast but slow and wonderful.

He moved his hips back slowly, watching ho her mouth shaped into a small o as he slipped out of her inch by inch. Just when all that was left was the tip, he slowly rolled his hips forward, thrusting into her again.

Their breaths matched with each other, she gripped his back tightly, her claw scratching his back at every thrust. His eyes rolled back at the feeling of pain mixed with pleasure. It was divine.

As they looked at each other, it felt like it was only the both of them existing.

His pace sped up, the sound of their meeting more obvious.

“Anthony, I’m gonna… I’m gonna” she moaned

“It's okay.” He said, kissing her cheek lightly “Come for me.”

At his words, her eyes rolled to the back of his head, her insides squeezing the warmth as she came. Her claws lengthened and she gripped his back tightly. She fell into sweet oblivion. She could feel her body twitching after, the aftershocks of the o****m coming wave after wave.

She was surprised at herself. She had never orgasmed so fast before, much less at command. Then again, everything about this felt different.

Was this how it was with a mate? She wondered, this intensity, the feeling of connection throughout? It was dazzling and utterly baffling for her.

She panted at the waves of o****m lowered into a slight tingle. Feeling him inside her, she realized that he was still hard. He was waiting for her she realized.

Knowing that despite being this intense he still fought his needs to wait for her made her feel warm inside. She didn’t understand what she was feeling though.

He looked at her. He simply adored seeing the look on her face as she came. The feeling of her squeezing around his member almost brought him to completion. It was through using all the willpower he had that he was able to pull through.

Not separating them, he hoisted her up as he moved her till he was sitting up on the bed and she was on top of him, his knees raised to support her from behind. In this position she was at a higher than him, and underneath the glow of the moon, she looked more heavenly. He took the time to adore her as she sat over him.

She knew what she had to do. She rolled her hips forward, relishing in the pleasure and the groan he gave as his head fell back. She wanted him to make those sounds again so she did it again and again until she was riding him.

He brought her to himself with one of his arms as her hips rolled. He couldn't help but admire her breasts which moved with every movement. He raised himself up and put his mouth on one of her breasts, his free arm reaching for the other.

He licked the bead of sweat that flowed down her chest, before putting his mouth on the n****e sucking lightly. he picked and plucked at the other one with his hands. Soon after teasing and sucking the first he switched to the other, alternating between them while she gripped his hair, pulling him close yet tugging slightly at the sparks of pleasure she received.

She was overwhelmed with the double stimulation. It was a wonder how she was able to keep riding him throughout. Suddenly, an idea came to her mind. She pushed away his hands and mouth, much to his confusion. Seeing the confusion on his face, she grinned at him before making her move.

Putting her hands on his knees, she leaned back until she was riding him from an angle, closing her eyes as the new position hit a pleasurable thrust in her.

He pushed himself sideways, her following him until she lay on the bed and he was atop her. He pulled one of her legs up to his shoulder before moving again.

She hissed out in pleasure. He could no longer hold back as he sped up

She shut her eyes. She was so close to coming again.

He took her other leg, lifting it to his shoulder and pushing forward. She was practically bent in half as he pounded her freverently.

At the change in position, she was pushed over the edge, fluttering around him. He didn’t stop this time and as she was still recovering from the o****m he continued thrusting furiously. It felt like she was receiving constant, never ending pleasure through the overstimulation. Following her o****m she felt helpless to do anything remained limp against him, bouncing along to his movements.

He was close and he could feel she was too, judging by the fluttering of her warmth around him. He pulled her into a kiss as his pace went faster, speeding up at an unnatural pace.

“Thony…yes yes Anthony.” She spoke in broken words, her tone now incoherent.

“Sasha” he moaned. Unable to take anymore he came, spilling his semen into her. This triggered her o****m, which made her contract against him pleasurably.

They came together, both their bodies convulsing as. Both their moans filled the air as her back arched wildly. Both their moans filled the air at their tumultuous o****m.

He removed both her legs from his shoulders, dropping them to the bed before falling to the space right beside her, both of them breathing heavily. Despite knowing they should clean up, he was too tired to move an inch.

Sasha had always been alert person. She treated her one night stands the same way she treated her kills, swift and meticulous. The moment she was done with her release, she will leave once the person’s guard is down and disssapear without a trace. It was the way she always worked.

Yet the exhaustion form the activities were too much and she could not withstand the feelings of contentment bringing her into a relaxed state. She was in so deep that she did not realize when her eyes closed shut and her breath relaxed until she had fallen asleep.

As her breaths slowed down, he looked at her, admiring how much younger she looked when relaxed. It was amazing how he had met his mate he had never expected-a club; of all places- he was glad to have met her either way.

Before, he was already prepared to live a life alone focused on doing the best for his pack. Now that he had found his mate, perhaps he had something more to live for?

He kissed her forehead lightly, putting his arm around her to draw her closer. In her slumber she didn’t notice, lead lolling towards him. With a fond smile on his face he leaned his head down burying his nose on the crown of her inky black hair. He breathed in her scent, the tiredness and fulfilling feeling of wholeness bringing him to slumber.