His Refused Mate

by Jade Marshall

  As I lay sated, I hear the rustle of clothing. Glancing toward Caine, I see him sitting on his haunches, completely naked, stroking his impressive cock as he stares at me. Raising myself on my elbows, I watch him intently, getting aroused all over again.

  “Come here,” I command my mate.

  Chapter Nine

  Caine

  Pushing her down beneath me, I know that I need to gain control of the situation. I am wound tighter than a snare and liable to snap at any moment. Peyton runs her hands down my back, and it’s almost more than I can take.

  A groan escapes my lips as I gather her hands in mine, pushing them both above her head. With my hips nestled between her thighs, my cock pressed tightly to her entrance, I look down the length of her body.

  “I need you not to touch me. Keep your hands above your head,” I growl.

  She seems confused but nods in agreement. Pride surges through me. Her allowing me to make this choice for both of us says a lot about how our relationship will be in the future. For this exquisite creature to submit to me so readily, after everything she’s been through? Deciding to open up to me and allow me to be her mate after all the hurt she’s experienced in the past? I am so proud of her for moving past the fear and so humbled to be the one that gets to show her how much better life can be with someone by your side.

  “Thank you, my moon, for trusting me. I want nothing more than to show you how great it can be between us.”

  Before she can answer me, my lips wrap around her nipple, drawing a groan from her. I grind my erection against her virgin pussy. I may have had sex before, with human women, but she will be my first and last wolf. I will also be her first and last lover.

  Her heat and slickness coat the underside of my cock, driving me to the brink. My cock is so close to penetrating her tight virgin cunt I could simply slip inside. Like my body has a mind of its own, I grasp my cock roughly by the root and place it against her entrance. Slowly, I push the crown forward just an inch, the heat almost scalding against my cock, her pussy trying to pull me in deeper.

  “Caine!” she cries into the night the moment the fingers from my other hand make contact with her clit.

  In the moonlight, it’s easy to see the flush of her arousal creeping up her neck, and I can’t wait to see her come for me again. It becomes an instant obsession, and I rub her clit faster. She cries out in ecstasy as I rock my hips lightly, never pushing more than just the head into her entrance. My hand remains tight around my cock as I pump in a slow rhythm. Her pussy starts to flutter, massaging the head of my cock, and the need to thrust is almost overwhelming. But I want to make her first time an experience she remembers fondly for the rest of her life and reel myself back in.

  Flicking my finger over her clit causes her to squirm beneath my grasp, her breathing getting heavier. Her walls continue to flutter, and her clit is so hard I wonder if it is painful. Spasms start to shake her entire body, and I watch as the first traces of her orgasm wash over her, feeling my own bubble up. I will not rut her in the grass, not this time at least. Her first time will be soft and gentle in my bed, where she will spend the rest of her days, but I need to take the edge off or I might hurt her, and I couldn’t stand to do that.

  As her orgasm seizes her, so does mine, cum spurting from me in thick ropes and painting her virgin cunt from the inside. Her hands move from the spot above her head, where they have been this entire time, her nails clawing down my back.

  After long moments of heavy panting, my head resting between her breasts, I pull away to gaze at her. Her eyes are closed and a smile is spread across her lips. She is the most beautiful woman I have ever seen. Even though I just came, my cock is still as hard as ever and all I want to do is get her back to my home and my bed.

  “Take me home.” She smiles, staring right at me.

  Chapter Ten

  Peyton

  Caine and I dress hastily, jump in the truck, and make our way home. I can’t seem to keep my hands off of him. I stroke across his denim-clad thighs, just missing the bulge in the front, as a rumbling fills the cab of his truck.

  A smile tugs at the corner of my lips. I may have been terrified to open my heart to Caine, but I have always enjoyed his reaction to me. The way his gaze follows me everywhere I go. He bristles every time one of the other pack males comes within three feet of me. And even though I don’t want to admit it, I love his possessiveness.

  When we reach Caine’s home he doesn’t wait a second before jumping from the truck, rounding the front, and flinging my door open. Caine lifts me from the cab of the truck and hoists me over his shoulder. He opens the door and enters, taking the stairs two at a time and reaching his room in what feels like no time at all.

  He lowers me to the bed before covering my body with his own and fusing his lips to mine. He kisses me like he’s trying to steal the air from my lungs, like he needs me to breathe. The feeling of being needed is heady and intoxicating.

  Caine’s hands roam my body, touching every part of me. His weight pushes down on me, and I can feel his cock through both our jeans as he rubs it against me. For long moments we do nothing but kiss and touch each other. Caine rises above me and pulls his shirt over his head, tossing it aside. He grabs my shirt and slowly works it up and over my head. He quickly latches his lips to my breast, running his tongue around my nipple before sucking hard.

  Pleasure shoots from my nipple directly to my clit, like the two are attached. Mewling sounds escape from my throat as I claw at his back, trying to pull him closer.

  Moving to my other breast, he pays it just as much attention. His hands move to my jeans and start to work them open. My hands push between us, going for the button on his jeans, and what were slow, measured movements before become harried. We push and pull at each other’s clothes, trying to get closer.

  The need to feel his skin against mine is overwhelming. The fine hairs on his chest scrape against my sensitive nipples, wrenching even more pleasure from me. Suddenly, the thick head of his cock is poised at my entrance, but he doesn’t push in. He waits.

  “Peyton.” His voice is guttural as he speaks my name. “My moon. You are more than I ever could ask for. I’m sorry to have to hurt you, but after tonight you will never know pain again.”

  I don’t have a chance to ask him what he’s talking about as he thrusts his cock in, filling me to the hilt. I feel the moment he breaks the barrier of my virginity, and although I know there should be some pain, I feel only fullness. My heart beats so hard I fear that it may explode from my chest.

  Caine remains still as he watches me. “Are you okay?”

  In reply, I lift my hips and start to move. His cock drags along the walls of my pussy, drawing shivers from me. Caine growls and pulls almost all the way out before pushing back in. The pleasure is overwhelming, and an unexpected orgasm rips through my body. Caine throws his head back and roars to the ceiling as his movements become harsher, his thrusts harder, like he can’t get deep enough into my body.

  And when he finds his release, he sinks his teeth into my skin just above my clavicle. The mark shows everyone that I am mated, that I am his, that I belong to him, now and forever.

  Chapter Eleven

  Caine

  The morning light streams into our bedroom, bathing my mate. For the last hour, I have lain here, listening to her breath, just enjoying her nearness. She is perfect in every way, and I’m grateful that she has chosen to give me a chance.

  Slowly she stirs awake beside me, squirming closer. Her ass pushes back into my erection, both of us moaning at the contact. She continues to rub herself against my cock, my hand moving from her hip to her breast and squeezing.

  Peyton lifts her leg, allowing me to position my cock at her entrance. Pushing into her slowly, I seat myself fully. Peyton’s nipple is hard in my palm. Tweaking it roughly, I start to move.

  “Caine.” She sighs my name while pushing back, trying to get more of me.

  A knock sounds on our bedro
om door, and we both freeze.

  “What?” I demand.

  “Sorry to bother you,” Calum replies. “But there is someone outside to see you.”

  “Tell whoever it is to fuck off.” My words are cut off as Peyton clenches the walls of her pussy around my erect dick.

  “Can’t do that,” he replies through the door. “He says he’s here to take his mate home. He’s here for Peyton.”

  Rage swims in my veins, causing a red haze to lower over my vision. I don’t have time to answer Calum before I find myself flat on my back, my cock yet again buried deep in Peyton as she straddles me.

  “Tell Slade your Alpha is busy. Bring him downstairs to wait. Caine will be there as soon as he is available,” Peyton tells my Beta through the door.

  “But…” Calum tries to speak.

  “My mate has spoken. Leave,” I all but snarl at him.

  He moves away from the door. We both listen as his footsteps fade. Peyton smiles at me before she starts to move on my dick. Her hands go to her breasts, holding them high, and I swear to the goddess I have never seen anything more beautiful. For a moment I forget that there is a man here trying to take my mate from me, and I just watch her.

  Her hips undulate as she works herself on my dick. Her cheeks are flushed, her hair wild, and she steals my breath as she chases her orgasm, fucking herself on me. Taking what she needs. My hands go to her hips, just holding her. She has a natural rhythm, one that is pushing us both to the brink. If I didn’t know better, I would never believe she had been a virgin just yesterday.

  “Caine, I’m so close.” Her voice is low and hoarse. “I need you to make me come.”

  Thrusting my hips up, pushing my cock deeper, I moan.

  Peyton bends forward and whispers into my ear, “Make me scream. Let him hear you claim me. Fill me with your cum. Let him smell you. Make sure when we leave this room, when we face him, there is no doubt that I am your mate.”

  Her pussy flutters with the first stirrings of her orgasm as I snap. Lifting her off me, I throw her down on the bed, turn her over, and position her ass in the air. A small scream escapes her before she sobs loudly as I thrust into her from behind.

  My hips pump furiously. The need to mark her inside and out rides me as her words repeat over and over in my head. Peyton orgasms on a scream, pulling me deeper into her, my cock swelling to the point where it’s painful before I topple over the edge with her, roaring out my release.

  Chapter Twelve

  Peyton

  Terrified is not the word I would use to describe the way I feel. Caine holds my hand tightly, keeping me beside him as we make our way down the stairs. Before we left the room, I dressed in a white sundress with thin straps. Although fear is pounding through me, I want to be strong. Choosing the dress is my way of standing tall, showing my mating mark.

  Reaching the bottom of the stairs, we turn toward the kitchen. We find Slade and his Beta seated at the breakfast nook.

  Both turn to us as we enter the room. For a moment silence reigns. Calum is standing in the kitchen, watching the scene unfold before him. My gaze finds his and I nod. Calum stares at us for a moment before understanding dawns on his features.

  “Morning, Alpha. Morning, Peyton. Would you like some coffee?” Calum speaks loudly.

  Caine ignores Slade and turns to me, cupping my face. “My moon?”

  Smiling, I address Calum. “Yes, thank you, Calum, that would be lovely.” Turning toward the table, I stare at Slade for a long moment before he speaks.

  “You stink of this mutt, Peyton.” From the corner of my eye I see his Beta, Rick, move away slightly. Caine growls beside me, but I place my hand over his heart and smile before turning back to Slade. This is my moment to prove that I am worthy of being an Alpha’s mate.

  “Good morning to you, too, Slade. You are welcome in our home, but you will respect me and my mate. You will respect the Alpha of this pack, or there will be consequences.”

  Slade barks out a laugh.

  “You are a child playing at being a grown-up. I have come here to collect you, and if I have to execute your mate to get what I want, so be it.” Slade rises from his chair and walks right up to me. “You will be returning to your rightful place. I am your Alpha, and you will listen to me. You have a week to comply, or I will retrieve you with force. Choose wisely.”

  Slade doesn’t say anything else before leaving. When I hear the front door slam, I turn toward Rick, who hasn’t moved at all.

  “How did you find me?”

  “A female, Sara, came to see Slade last week,” Rick replies. “She gave him your location and told him he had to get you back.”

  “Fucking bitch!” Calum roars. “I’ll find her and bring her here for you to deal with.”

  Again, I wait to hear the door close before I speak. “Why does he want me now?”

  “Because of what Luna, our pack elder, told him after he refused you. Slade has no claim to the Hatcher pack. He didn’t kill the last Alpha, only took over when he left. He hasn’t received his full power and can only finish his ascension to full Alpha after he mates you.” Rick looks down at his hands as he finishes speaking.

  Behind me, I sense Caine. His anger is palpable. He hasn’t spoken since this started. He continues to let me take the lead.

  “But I am already mated, to an Alpha no less. He can’t just take me.”

  Rick glances up and over my shoulder. “He doesn’t care. He is mad for power. But there is no more power to be had. Mating with him has already made him Alpha of both packs.” Rick nods in Caine’s direction. “I must leave now before he returns, but know that if he does come here, any man, woman, or wolf that follows him will be loyal to the true Alpha.”

  Rick rises from his seat and walks toward us. Caine swiftly pulls me behind his back, widening his stance, using his body to shield me. Rick falls to his knees and tilts his throat, presenting his jugular and offering his fealty and submission. Long moments pass before Caine speaks.

  “Tell your people that they have a home here. I will be their Alpha.”

  After he leaves, Caine turns to me. “My moon, what is this about Slade taking over for the previous Alpha? Where is he?”

  A sense of sadness washes over me as I take a seat on the couch. I pat the seat beside me, and he joins me.

  “It’s a long story, but my father was the previous Alpha. He was loved by his pack, strict but fair.” I stop to take a breath, and he nods for me to continue. “My father felt his mating come over him when a drifter came through the Hatcher pack. He claimed my mother and loved her more than anything on this Earth. When she was murdered, he lost his mind. His every thought was of vengeance. He spent more and more time in his wolf form, until one day he just didn’t shift back. The pack waited six months for him to return before they made Slade, who had been his Beta for a year, the new Alpha.”

  “Peyton.” He breathes my name. “I am so sorry.” He hugs me against his chest, where I snuggle closer.

  “It doesn’t matter. It’s all in the past. I have moved on.”

  Chapter Thirteen

  Caine

  Peyton is amazing. For seven days, members from the Hatcher pack slowly trickle in, swear their loyalty to me and my moon, and join the Katu pack. Men, women, and children show up at all times of the day and night, and my moon is ready to welcome them with open arms.

  Some are more difficult for her to welcome than others, because of the way they treated her before, but she straightens her back and pushes past her prejudice. Few are turned away, such as Ebeth and her husband. Even though my moon tries to move on from her past, I am unable to forgive some. We spoke at length about her time with the Hatcher pack, and I know how some treated her, broke her down. Everyone deserves a second chance no matter their past—according to my moon—but some people can find their second chance somewhere else.

  I will not subject my mate to living with people who have harmed her or give them a chance to do it again. Sara is
nowhere to be found, and I hope for her sake she stays that way. Between me, Calum, and Peyton, she is bound to end up dead for the part she played in this mess.

  We venture into town to visit Ingrid. We spend hours in the diner, laughing, eating, and getting to know each other better. Ingrid is a wonderful woman, and I can easily see why my moon loves her so much. She is warm and welcoming and reminds me of my mother. Peyton once mentioned this to me, and now, having met her, I understand. She’s the type of woman that reminds everyone of their mom.

  On Friday, we have everyone join us for a feast. New members and old all congregate as we share everything we have and get to know one another. After everyone has eaten, we set up a huge bonfire and spend some time together. Members approach us, thanking us for our hospitality, congratulating me on finding my mate, and wishing us well in the future.

  Peyton sits on my lap as we both enjoy a beer, just appreciating being among our people. Slowly, a murmur starts at the far end of the group and grows louder. Slade is visible as he makes his way toward us. The pack splits down the middle and allows him to make his way to us. Close by his side is Sara.

  Peyton doesn’t move from her spot on my lap but watches him closely. My senses pick up on every member of the pack. Nerves, anger, and fear are all running rampant through the gathering.

  “I have come for my mate,” Slade says loudly, making sure everyone can hear him. He looks disheveled, like he hasn’t slept.

  “You have no mate.” Peyton speaks clearly before taking a drink from her beer. “You refused me. I have found my true mate, the mate the goddess picked for me. You want power. There is no power here for you.”

  “Listen to me, you bitch…” Slade starts. A murmur rises from the gathered people.