The Last BloodLine

Chapter fourteen: Rejected No More? (18+)

(Please note this chapter contains s****l content)

Ayla's pulse raced as she stepped into Maximus's secluded cabin, the scent of pine and earth filling her senses. The rejections from her other two mates—cruel words that had shattered her—still lingered like shadows, but here, with Maximus, the air hummed with promise. He was her true wolf mate, the one whose golden eyes had always burned with unspoken hunger. The door clicked shut behind them, sealing them in his domain, where the walls seemed to pulse with the wild energy of the pack.

Maximus turned to her, his massive frame towering, muscles rippling under his fitted shirt. He didn't speak; words were for humans. Instead, he closed the distance in two strides, his large hands cupping her face as he crushed his lips to hers. The kiss was feral, teeth nipping at her lower lip, tongue invading her mouth with a growl rumbling from his chest. Ayla melted against him, her body igniting, fingers clawing at his shirt to feel the heat of his skin.

He broke the kiss only to yank her sweater over her head, exposing her lace bra and the curve of her breasts. 'Mine,' he snarled, voice rough like gravel, his wolf surfacing in the way his eyes flashed amber. Ayla nodded, breathless, as he shoved her against the wooden wall, the rough texture scraping her back. His mouth descended on her neck, sucking hard enough to mark her, while his hands roamed down to unbutton her jeans. She kicked them off eagerly, standing in just her underwear, her p***y already throbbing with need.

Maximus dropped to his knees, hooking his fingers into her panties and ripping them down her thighs. The cool air hit her wet folds, making her gasp. He spread her legs wider, his breath hot against her core before his tongue plunged in, lapping at her slick entrance. Ayla's hands fisted in his thick hair, hips bucking as he devoured her—long, firm strokes along her slit, circling her c**t with the tip of his tongue. She moaned, the pleasure coiling tight, her juices coating his chin.

'f**k, you taste like home,' he muttered, looking up at her with feral intensity. Then he stood, stripping off his clothes in a blur. His c**k sprang free, thick and veined, the head flushed and leaking pre-c*m, longer than any human's and pulsing with his wolf's vitality. Ayla reached for it, wrapping her hand around the girth, stroking from base to tip. He groaned, thrusting into her grip, but he wasn't patient.

Scooping her up, he carried her to the oversized bed in the corner, the furs piled high like a den. He laid her down gently at first, then flipped her onto her stomach, pulling her hips up so her ass was presented to him. 'Been waiting to claim you,' he said, positioning himself behind her. His fingers dug into her cheeks, spreading them to expose her dripping p***y. He rubbed his c**k along her folds, teasing her entrance, before slamming in with one powerful thrust.

Ayla cried out, the stretch burning deliciously as he filled her completely, his balls slapping against her c**t. He didn't hold back, pounding into her with animalistic force, each drive hitting deep, his hips snapping against her ass. The bed creaked under them, her breasts bouncing with every impact. She pushed back, meeting his rhythm, her walls clenching around his invading shaft.

Maximus leaned over her, one hand tangling in her hair to pull her head back, exposing her throat. He bit down—not breaking skin, but marking her as his—while his other hand slid between her legs to rub her swollen c**t. The dual assault sent sparks through her, building the pressure until she shattered, her p***y spasming around him, milking his c**k as she came with a howl.

He followed with a guttural roar, burying himself to the hilt and flooding her with hot c*m, pulse after pulse filling her depths. They collapsed together, his body covering hers protectively, but even in the afterglow, his hand stroked her side possessively. The rejections faded further; here, in his house, she was finally whole, bound to her mate in the most primal way.