Free A Mate's Denial: by P. Jameson

on the bed before yanking his shirt over his head and removing his shoes. He left his jeans on even though they were squeezing him too tightly. Judging by her expression, she liked what she saw. He kneeled beside her, on the bed, running his palms all over her exposed skin.
    “I want to see the rest of you.”
    Slowly, like he was unwrapping a cupcake, he peeled her pants down, exposing her black cotton panties and the sweet curve of her thighs. He pulled them from around her ankles and tossed them on the floor.
    Trager ran a hand roughly over his mouth. Like this, with nothing but a scrap of thin fabric covering her, he could smell her arousal strongly. He needed to do something about it. He needed to satisfy her in some way. His wolf cried for it.
    He popped the button of his jeans, and slid the zipper down some, to give his cock relief.
    She sawed her legs together, her breath coming in heaves. Mewling sounds escaped her lips.
    “ Kerrigan…” Bending so his chest brushed hers, he clenched his teeth at the sweet sensation of skin against skin. “I’m going to make you feel so good.”
    His hand slid down her belly, while he teased her nipples with his mouth. Working his fingers into her panties, he felt the little patch of soft hair, and then… wetness. She was drenched. His nose told him she was ready , but this was proof. For a second, he marveled in the knowledge that he’d done this. That she was lost to his touch, moaning, and wet because of him.
    Wolf wanted a taste. Trager wanted a taste. Needed it, if he ever hoped to draw another breath.
    His movements rough, he jerked her panties down her legs, and settled between her thighs. He took one second to admire her sweet spot before he spread her open.
    “Wait, no.”
    She started to sit up, but he held her down with one hand on her belly. Half snarling, he met her eyes over the valley of her breasts, daring her to say no again. Wolf would accept nothing less than her total submission on this. The only way he was backing down was if she got scared.
    With a helpless sound, she dropped her head back to the pillow and spread her legs for him.
    Trager gave her one long lick. Closing his eyes, he moaned, because after days, he was finally able to taste her arousal on his tongue. Again, he licked, sinking his tongue into her soft folds, getting lost in her and never wanting to be found.
    When her thighs began to quiver and her small fist pounded the mattress, he let up, teasing her, kissing and gently blowing.
    “More,” she moaned.
    He intensified his actions, bringing her close, and then easing back. Close, and then back. Soft, and then hard. Once they reached the cliff of her orgasm, he wanted to push her so far over the edge she’d never find her way back.
    She’d never forget him. She’d never leave him. She’d never reject him.
    Kerrigan shuddered, crying out, as she came apart under his tongue. She writhed against him, for what seemed like forever. But he never wanted her to stop.
    Eventually, she settled, and he rose up to stare at her. She was gorgeous, flushed and relaxed, with her hair spread all over the pillow. Satisfaction like nothing else filled him, to the brim. This was his woman, and he’d pleasured her fully.
    Her eyes opened a fraction. “Trager?”
    He swallowed back his emotion. “Yes, love?”
    “Was that… okay?”
    He laid down beside her, pulling her into his arms. His erection was painful, but he hardly cared. His wolf would handle it. “It was perfect. Fucking beautiful.” He nuzzled her neck, memorizing the way her scent changed.
    “What about you?” Her eyes blinked closed and didn’t open.
    “You’re too tired right now, for what I want to do to you.”
    “But… it’s your turn.”
    “Turn? There are no ‘turns.’”
    “You know what I mean.”
    He softly kissed the rosy blush of her cheek. “When I have my turn, it’s going to be inside of you, and with my mark.”
    “I don’t know what that means,” she