Not-So-Fated Mates

Chapter 26: Teasing

Layla POV

The sight of Drake’s muscular body stretched out on her bed, hands behind his head as he looked at her with an impish grin, instantly made her heart pump faster in her chest. She’d have thought, now that they’d had s*x, that his physical appeal would’ve at lessened some, but no. If anything, he seemed even hotter than before. Just looking at him now made her insides quiver as heat spread through her body.

“Hey,” he said, still grinning.

“Hey,” she replied with a smile of her own as she finally moved from the spot where she’d stood frozen, gazing at him until his voice had broken her from her trance. He scooted over as she reached the bed, patting the space beside him in silent invitation. She rolled her eyes and laughed quietly, as if she needed an invitation to lay on her bed, especially beside such a prime specimen of a male.

Before she was fully able to relax on her half of the bed, he pulled her to him so that she was on her side, cuddled into him. She draped an arm over his chest, resting her head on his shoulder. They lay like that, silently, for a long while before Drake finally spoke up. “So, how’s the kid?”

“He’s okay. He got all moved into his room. He’s still a bit standoffish, though,” she said, drawing circles on his chest with a finger, enjoying the way his chest hair felt beneath her fingertip. “But he does seem to be getting more comfortable, with me, at least.”

“Yeah, he’s definitely much more taken with you than anyone else,” Drake chuckled as he began running his hands through her hair, enjoying how soft it felt.

“He did actually admit he could at least trust me on one thing,” she said thoughtfully. She was still amazed that he’d said as much. Between her stupid question and how he was in general, a small part of her feared he’d never fully trust her, and maybe would never trust her at all. Which is why it had meant so much when he’d uttered those words.

“What one thing?”

“When I told him you weren’t a bad guy,” she responded, desperately trying to suppress a giggle and failing miserably.

“Aw, you little liar, you,” Drake teased, laughing as he twisted a lock of her hair between his fingers.

She smacked his chest playfully. “We both know I wasn’t lying.”

“Whatever you say,” he said, rolling his eyes and snickering when she smacked his chest again.

“So how’s your pack doing without their big, bad alpha wolf?”

“Pretty good, but they’ve been sighting rogues a lot more since I’ve been gone,” he shrugged, still wondering if he should be concerned or not.

“That’s strange,” Layla responded, brows furrowing. “Have they been attacking?”

“No, which makes it even stranger,” he said pensively. “They haven’t attempted to breach the borders, with permission or without, and they haven’t presented any form of danger. Yet.”

“Well, I can understand that that would bother you.”

“What do you mean? I never said I was bothered,” he argued.

“Of course you haven’t said it. You’re scary alpha guy, you’d never admit to something so weak as emotion,” she giggled, rolling her eyes at him. “But I think I can put two and two together, you know? For one thing, any alpha would be bothered by an unusual occurrence like this, so duh. For another, I can just tell.”

“Hmm, if you can tell that much, can you tell what I’m thinking about doing right now?” he asked, taking the hand that was enjoying playing with her long, silky hair and grabbing the back of her head gently as he moved her head until she was staring up into his eyes.

“Oh, I don’t know,” she said playfully. “Whatever could you be thinking about, muscle man?”

“Muscle man?” he said with a snort. But just as her mouth opened to answer his question, his lips had covered hers as his tongue swept through her mouth, eliciting a small moan of contentment from her. After a few moments, he broke the kiss and pulled back, smiling at her look of disappointment.

“Tease,” she groaned.

He laughed, nodding. “Yes, and you love it.” She growled softly, causing him to laugh harder before he swooped down again and captured her lips.

“Maybe,” she whispered breathlessly when they broke apart again, in need of oxygen.

“Definitely,” he responded lowly, taking her leg and pulling it over him until her core rested against his hip. She wouldn’t admit it if he asked, but the heat that had started when she first saw him had been slowly increasing, and, now that she was pressed so deliciously close to him, she was already wet and throbbing with need. Unfortunately, he happened to notice the blush that had risen in her cheeks as she’d realized this. “Well, now, looks like someone’s ready for round two,” he teased.

Before she could respond, he’d slipped his hand in between her thighs, and she whimpered as they began to slowly, torturously move. Somehow, even with her clothes on, he’d figured out exactly where that special bundle of nerves resided, and the friction of her jeans and underwear on the little bud sent small shockwaves through her. Those shockwaves intensified as his finger moved faster and he leaned down so that she could feel his hot breath on her ear and neck as he whispered, “I want to taste you tonight.”

She gasped in response, her p***y tightening at the thought. She may have only just lost her virginity, but she’d been around enough mated wolves and just plain promiscuous wolves to know exactly what he was talking about. And if it was anything like what they had described, the pleasure could be more than she could take, especially with a man that had made her c*m so much and so hard her entire body had been shaking when they’d been done last time.

“Do you want that?” She nodded, whimpering in response to his question, her need growing exponentially.