Free Mating Rights by Jaide Fox

right side, making it hard to take a deep breath without
pain. She turned, steeling her resolve.
    He walked toward her,
slowly…almost stalking. Was he in pain? She could tell he favored his leg. And
the look in his eyes as he approached made a shudder go through her.
    Mali swallowed.
“How—how did you know it was me?”
    Jaxon stopped an arm’s
length from her. She could see his chest and shoulders go up and down with
every harsh breath.
    “I could smell you,” he
said in a low, predatory tone.
    She gasped and raised her
hand to slap his face. He snatched her hand from the air, locking his fingers
around her wrist.
    “And I’d have to be
blind not to know you.’
    She struggled to pull
her hand free. He merely tightened his hold until her wrist bones ached.
    “You have no right to
hold me,” she gritted out.
    “Why were you following
me?”
    “I wasn’t following
you.”
    He was silent.
    “I thought you had a
bad knee,” she said.
    “I can ignore the pain
when something is worth the chase.”
    Mali harrumphed. “I
wasn’t following you. I needed a walk.”With her
eyes adjusted to the darkness swallowing them, she could see him narrow his
eyes and tighten his jaw. Subtly, he sniffed the air, advancing on her until
her back was trapped against the wall.His wolf
was awake, she realized.Fresh panic set in, and
something more. Between her legs, the gnawing pain of her heat pulsed as if
he’d stuck her with a knife. She wanted to cry out it hurt so much.
    She tried in vain to
jerk free and run.
    “You’re in heat,” he
said quietly.
    As if without conscious
thought of his actions, he pinned her hand to the roughhewn wood behind her
head. His other hand grabbed her free wrist.
    “A man can only take so
much temptation, Mali,” he ground out, dropping his forehead until it touched
hers.
    She shivered. “I can’t
help it. It must be the moon and the festival.”
    “Keep telling yourself
that.”
    She licked her lips.
His hot breath fanned the hairs around her face. “I-I thought a walk would help
with the pain.”
    He took a heavy breath.
She could practically feel his chest against the tight peaks of her nipples. So
close, but not nearly close enough.
    “Only one thing will
help with the pain now, Mali. You and I both know that.”
    She took a shaky
breath, tilting her face ever so slightly upward. “Can you help me?”
    Jaxon shuddered. He
didn’t answer her.His hands tightened on her
wrists to the point of pain. Mali gasped, arching against the wood slats,
trying to get away or do something. Anything.
    He pushed his knees
between her legs, making her ride his thick muscled thigh. Her pussy flooded
with wet heat and raw need. She’d never experienced anything like it. He sawed
his leg between hers, but the fabric of her dress muffled the sensation.
    She wanted to scream.
    “You shouldn’t have
followed me,” he whispered hoarsely. Releasing her wrists, he grabbed her hips
and lifted her off the ground, pushing himself between her legs until they
splayed wide.
    He hiked her dress up,
allowing the cool air to caress her skin as he ground his hard cock against her
wet, achy mound.Mali moaned, unable to protest,
unwilling to fight.She grabbed his shoulders,
needing something to hang on to.He thrust
against her once. She felt a shudder wrack through his big hard body.
    “Take me, Jaxon. Take
this ache away,” she said as she tangled her fingers through his long, silky
hair.
    “I can’t.”
    She grabbed his jaw,
looking into his eyes. Close to the breaking point—just like her. “You can. I
need you.”
    His eyes were so
intense she felt seared by the heat in them. A pulse threaded through her
center, beating dull and hard in her clitoris. The smallest push could send him
over the edge. They both knew it. She just needed this one thing from him. No
more, no less.
    Mali bit his lip,
coaxing him. His skin tasted…good. She craved more.
    He just stood there,
not doing anything, as if fighting a war