Simon's Runaway Mate

by Lacey Thorn

  “Fuck, you’re gorgeous.” He reached up and pinched my nipples. “Ride me. Make me come.”

  I leaned forward, bracing my hands on his chest while I lifted up and down, grinding against him every time I lowered. As I found my rhythm, I sat up, holding my breasts in my hands, pinching and tugging my nipples. Simon held my waist, keeping me steady while I lost myself in the moment. I let my eyes close, leaving my nipples to run my fingers through my hair, lifting and tugging before shaking my head and letting it settle back around me. I moved faster, taking our love play to a gallop, riding closer and closer to the pleasure I knew awaited me.

  “That’s it, baby. Ride my dick. Make yourself come all over me. Let me feel you clench around me. Take me with you.”

  I moved faster and faster, in a punishing pace that had me gasping and crying out as orgasm approached. Then I felt pressure on my clitoris. A pinch and a tug. Simon’s wicked fingers drove my pleasure impossibly higher. It robbed me of thought, of anything that didn’t center on the euphoria filling me. I collapsed against his chest, shudders pulsing through me. Simon rolled us so he was on top again. He pounded into me, and I felt guilty for not helping him reach his own release. There was something I’d been planning to do before I got sidetracked with the taste of Simon. Taste. That was it.

  I glanced up at him, found that spot on his chest that called to me, the one right above his left nipple. Over his heart. I grabbed his arms, using him to help pull myself up so I could lick that spot. I sucked it, knowing I was leaving a hickey, and still, it wasn’t enough. I needed more. I bit down, unsure if I’d be able to leave a permanent mark as he had but needing to try. I bit hard and tasted blood on my lips. Simon groaned, one hand coming up to cup my head and hold me to his chest. I licked and sucked, feeling almost vampiric in my thirst for his blood.

  Simon growled as he came, burying himself deep then holding there as he filled me up. Slowly, he pulled slightly back only to surge back in. Then again, and one final time before collapsing beside me, managing to maneuver us so he could stay buried.

  “You’re amazing,” I whispered.

  “We’re amazing,” he countered and closed his eyes.

  I held those words close as I let myself drift toward sleep. We were amazing. Together. I wanted to believe we’d always be that way.

  Chapter Seven

  ~Simon~

  I woke up in the middle of the most erotic dream of my life only to realize it wasn’t a dream at all. That was Cecilia’s mouth moving on my cock. Her fingers gripping my shaft, making lazy strokes from the base up to meet her descending mouth.

  “Mmm, baby. That feels amazing.”

  Her warm gaze met mine, and my balls tightened as I watched her bobbing up and down on my cock. Her mouth tightened on the uptick, her suction remaining constant all the way to the tip. Then she’d loosen her lips as she swirled her way back down my shaft, only stopping when the head pushed toward her throat. God, it was heaven and hell all wrapped together. If she wasn’t careful, I’d be going off like a geyser in her mouth any minute.

  “Why don’t you climb up here and have a seat instead?” I offered, ready to beg her if needed.

  The minx just looked up at me with those big eyes and moved her mouth faster. She set a rhythm that had me seeing stars. It wasn’t only the sensations she was sending through me with her wicked mouth. It was watching her. The stretch of her lips. The color on her cheeks. The passion in her eyes. Sucking my cock excited her. I smelled her juices coating her sex and thighs. The scent had my mouth watering.

  “I want to taste you.” Cecilia popped off my dick and worked her hand faster while her tongue flicked over the slit in the top. Her breasts teased me, red nipples peeking between her hair and arms. I wanted to see my cum on her, marking her, claiming her.

  I moved quickly, grasping her around the waist and tossing her onto her back on the bed. I straddled her hips, using my bulk to hold her down while I put my own palm to my erection. I immediately found my rhythm, jerking my cock with the expert skill born from years of practice.

  “Show me where you want it.”

  She licked her lips and ran her finger over the plump curves, continuing down over her chin and lower, across the top of her chest then down to circle each of her nipples. Then she began pinching and tugging at them. I couldn’t take my eyes off her. She was every fantasy I’d ever had all rolled into one perfect package. My perfect package.

  “I’m going to jerk my cock off all over you face and tits,” I warned. “And you’re going to rub in every drop so I can smell me on you for the rest of the day.”

  She shuddered, and her hips moved. I knew she wanted to rub them together, to try and bring a little relief to her needy sex. But that wasn’t her job. That was my job.

  “You like that, don’t you?” I teased.

  “God, yes,” she cried, surprising me. “Give it to me, Simon. I want to taste you on my tongue.”

  I growled. Couldn’t hold back any longer. My palm flew along my shaft as I got closer and closer.

  “Open your mouth,” I ordered then growled again when she eagerly complied. “Cup your tits for me. Show me where you want it.”

  “Everywhere,” she crooned. “Please.”

  “Ahh, fuck,” I moaned as orgasm hit. The first splash hit her bottom lip, and she swiped her tongue out to bring it inside her mouth. The next hit a little lower, dripping down her chin and onto her chest. I coated the top of her breasts then leaned in, gripping the headboard while I pressed my cock against her lips. Cecilia opened wide, sucking me in and taking me to the back of her throat, swallowing around me. Instantly, I was rock-hard again.

  I pulled away, moving down to sprawl between her thighs, burying my face there. She tasted like heaven. I licked my way from her slick opening, up through her folds to the tight bud of her clit. I tapped it with my tongue, circling before sucking gently. I backed off and blew across it, enjoying the way she wiggled, the cries spilling from her lips as she reached for me, digging her fingers into my hair and holding tight.

  “Simon.”

  I loved the sound of my name on her lips. I loved the taste of her on mine. I worked two fingers inside, curling the tips as I thrust. Her cries grew more frantic as her hips pumped into my touch. Yeah, this was exactly how we should start every morning. I growled against her folds, and she screamed, grinding her face against me. I took the hint. In minutes, I had her screaming my name while I drank her down. Then when she was still shuddering with pleasure, I skimmed up her body and buried my cock where my tongue had just been.

  She rippled and squeezed around me, clenching as I dragged my cock out then pushed back in. She gave a keening moan, gripping my shoulders tight while I rode hard and fast.

  “Si…mon.” Her breath caught in the middle of my name.

  “What do you need, baby?” I asked.

  She dropped one hand to tap at the mark I’d left on her. “Bite me.”

  I leaned down, licking over it several times before biting down. Cecilia went wild beneath me. She bucked, wrapping her legs around my waist and forcing me deeper then doing her best to hold me there. I came hard. So hard I feared I might pass out for a minute. I eased up, tugging my teeth from her skin and licking over her again. I could definitely get used to waking up like this every day for the rest of my life.

  “Mmm,” Cecilia moaned, eyes closed with a silly smile on her lips. She was gorgeous. “Good morning.”

  I laughed, collapsing beside her on the bed then tugging her close to me. “Good morning, baby.”

  She snuggled in. “I watched you sleep for a bit then thought I’d go make breakfast. Maybe, wake you up with breakfast in bed.” She paused, licking her lips. “Then I noticed you were having a good dream. Like, a really good dream. And I thought it would be a shame to waste how…happy you were.”

  I laughed again. “Definitely shouldn’t go to waste.”

  “I thought you’d agree.” She licked her lips. “You taste bet
ter than I imagined. I really want to do that again, but maybe next time, you could come while you’re in my mouth.”

  “Hell, yes,” I agreed. “Give me a few minutes.”

  Cecilia giggled. “Hold that thought. I’m hungry for more than…your delicious taste right now. I want breakfast.”

  “Aren’t we having that with your dad and Leslie?” I reminded her.

  “Shit!” she yelped, and I grabbed her, tugging her back to me as she started to jump out of bed. “I’ve got to shower and get dressed.”

  “What happened to wearing my seed on your skin all day?” I teased, watching her cheeks flush at my question.

  “In theory, it’s sexy as hell. In reality…Leslie would be able to smell it on me, right? And my dad? They’ve been mated for years. Would he be able to? God, who knew my life would get to the point where I had to worry about someone smelling my man’s seed on my skin.”

  I grinned. I probably shouldn’t tell her that Leslie would be able to smell my scent on her either way. Or that she’d know by the strength of the scent we’d had sex recently. Her dad, I wasn’t sure of. That was definitely something we needed to ask them about. And how did I manage that conversation without embarrassing Cecelia?

  “How comfortable are you with talking to your dad about this stuff?” I asked.

  “Stuff? Like what stuff?”

  I wiggled my brows and glanced between the two of us.

  “Sex stuff? Are you kidding me? I’m not discussing my sex life with my dad!”

  “Not sex. We do need to know how the mating has changed him, though. Mentally, physically. But my point is, if you’re not comfortable, there are others we can talk to. Other wolves who’ve mated humans. We don’t have any in our pack, and the Rigton Pack didn’t either. But we can find someone else if that would be easier for you.”

  She shook her head. “No. I’d rather ask my dad and Leslie. I know they won’t lie to us or embellish or sugarcoat anything. I trust them.” She paused, and I couldn’t help but wonder what she was debating with herself.

  “Ask me.”

  “You said no one else in your pack has mated with a human. Is that the norm? Are those who mate with humans…encouraged to leave and go elsewhere? Madison made it seem like I wouldn’t be welcomed, and I don’t want to become a reason why you’re no longer welcomed, either.”

  I growled. Madison and her mouth would definitely be dealt with for the anxiety she was still causing Cecilia. Hopefully, Gabe was hot on Madison’s tail and would bring her back, so I could deal with her. “There’s no need to worry about my place in the James Pack. They’re my family. Now, they’re your family, too. Once they meet you, baby, everyone is going to love you.” I left the “or else” unspoken, but I’d kick the ass of anyone who thought they could snub or hurt her. Not that I feared that would happen. That was her insecurity rising up in my head. That wouldn’t be good for either of us.

  “I can keep telling you that the James Pack will love you, but I know you’ll have to see it before you believe me. Remember, though, you already have me, Hannibal, Belinda, Bas, Raina, Cyan, Ivy, Taylor, Rebbie, and Gabe in your corner.”

  “Other than you and Hannibal, I don’t even know those other people. Not really. I’ve never met any of the others.”

  “Bas is the pack alpha and Raina is his mate.”

  She nodded. “I’ve heard you talking to both of them on the phone. And Belinda is your alpha’s sister and my brother’s mate.” Cecilia grinned. “I’m going to make her love me! I’ve always wanted a sister, and since she’s mated to Han, I’m going to claim her as mine, too.”

  “I’m betting Bee feels the same about you. And Raina, as Bee’s sister-in-law, will claim you, too. Which means her best friend Ivy will, and her friends are important to her mate and our pack’s beta, Cyan. Taylor and Gabe will because they’re my best friends. They’ll take one look at my face when I look at you, and they’ll take you under their wing.”

  “And Rebbie? Who’s that?”

  “Taylor’s mate.”

  “Your pack is close.”

  It wasn’t a question, but I nodded anyway. “Our inner circle is very close. We’ve been through a lot together. Good and bad. We still accept new members, but Bas is particular on who he allows in our circle. We all are.”

  I read the desire to be a part of our group on her face. I also knew she questioned her place in that inner circle, but there was nothing I could say that I hadn’t already. She’d have to see for herself. It broke my heart the way she went all out in the defense of others but appeared to forget her own worth. She was fierce yet unsure, and I wanted to wrap her up and keep her with me always. I also admitted only to myself that I hated a woman I’d never met. Cecilia’s mother. The woman had left a lot of damage in her wake.

  “You’ll see as soon as we get back. Which will need to be soon, so we need to get things moving here. We’ll go meet with your dad and Hannibal’s mom then head back here and pack you up.”

  “Shower!” She smacked her head. “I swear I lose my head around you. Or maybe, my mind only goes in one direction.”

  “I like the direction your mind goes,” I assured her.

  Cecilia laughed. “I bet you do.” And she smacked her lips.

  I cleared my throat, not bothering to hide my reaction to her visual reminder of where those gorgeous lips of hers had been earlier. Where I wouldn’t mind having them again. “Okay, let’s get a shower—”

  “No way!” She cut me off. “If we shower together, you’ll be inside me again. We lose hours when you do that. We’ll never leave the house then.”

  How could I not fall hard for this woman? It wasn’t possible.

  “You go first,” she ordered. “I’ll go make coffee and bring a cup to you. I should have some grab-and-go breakfast choices in the pantry. Something to tide us over until Leslie feeds us.” She gave me a smacking kiss at the corner of my lips and scooted away again.

  I watched her bounce out of bed, enjoying the way she jiggled as she moved around the room. She grabbed my shirt off the floor and pulled it over her head. I liked the way it covered her, landing at her knees.

  “Go!” She shooed me, though she was the one walking out of the room. “Simon!”

  I laughed at the snap in her tone. My tiny mate was big on giving orders. I spent most of the shower imagining Cecilia in with me. Thinking of the way I’d hold her against the wall or bend her over or get down on my knees and make her scream her pleasure over and over again. Next time. Definitely.

  She was nibbling on a breakfast bar of some kind when I walked into the kitchen, holding the now empty mug of coffee she’d left for me on the bathroom counter along with the bag I’d left in the Jeep. She bounced out of her chair, and it was natural for me to pull her close and kiss her, which ended with me lifting her to sit on the table while I moved between her sprawled thighs. We were both panting hard when we came up for air.

  “Thanks for grabbing my bag for me.”

  “I figured you’d want clean clothes. Now, it’s my turn in the shower. Did you leave me any hot water?”

  “If not, I promise to warm you up.” I kissed her again. I couldn’t be around her and not have my mouth on her. Or my hands. I had to touch her.

  “I need to go,” she reminded me, but neither of us were moving. Instead, she leaned in, kissing me softly on the lips. “The sooner I shower, the sooner we leave. The sooner we get back. The sooner I can get you naked and have my way with you.”

  I chuckled. “I like the sound of that.”

  “Me, too.” She nipped my chin with her sharp teeth. “Now, I’m showering. Alone. You keep that gorgeous ass in here while I do. I can’t wait to take you to my dad’s house and for you to meet Leslie. She’s amazing.”

  “I’m sure she is,” I agreed and kept my gaze glued to Cecilia’s ass as she walked away. Leslie might be amazing, but I couldn’t imagine her holding a candle to my woman.

  Chapter Eight

&nb
sp; ~Cici~

  I watched Simon’s face as he met Leslie. I knew she wasn’t what he’d expected. Hannibal was a big guy. Huge by any standard. Most people seemed to assume his mom had to be tall, as well. As if he’d been born the size he currently was. But Leslie wasn’t that much taller than I was. And she had a petite frame like I did. Her personality, though? It was larger than life. She loved ferociously and protected those she loved the same way. I didn’t know all of her and Hannibal’s story before they met us, but I knew she’d watched over her son and kept him safe. I knew she’d accepted me as her daughter even before my dad talked her into saying I do.

  “Cici! I hear you had some excitement.” She folded me into her arms, hugging me tight. “This must be your Simon.”

  “Ma’am,” Simon answered.

  “Oh, I like you.” Her expression hardened. “Hurt my girl, and things won’t go well for you.”

  Simon smiled. “Have you ever hurt your mate?”

  She shared a glance with my father. “Unintentionally.”

  “Simon’s not going to hurt me,” I jumped in, walking to his side and lacing our fingers. “I won’t let him.” I needed all of them to know I could take care of myself.

  “Cecilia brought me here, so we’d have a chance to get to know each other,” Simon told them. “She and I will need to head back to Rigton County, soon. My alpha’s expecting us.”

  “How soon?” my dad asked.

  “A few—”

  “Tomorrow,” Simon answered.

  I started to question but pressed my lips together. I wasn’t going to make my dad worry any more than he already would. I’d save my questions for Simon until we were alone. Simon obviously wasn’t picking up on that, though.

  “Sorry, baby. We need to get back. Hannibal will be leaving with the wolves he caught, and a few of our guys will be going with him. I’d like to be back before they leave.”

  “Why?” Leslie asked, gaze sharp as she looked between us. “Is there something going on? Is my son in danger?”