“What are you doing?” I asked, but I knew exactly what he was doing.
He didn’t want to talk about what had happened, and this was his attempt to change the subject.
And, Goddess, was it going to work.
“You’re more amazing than I ever imagined my mate being.” He trailed his nose up the side of my neck, making me shiver and lean into him. “All I want to do is worship you, Kitten, all the fucking time.”
I swallowed, my pussy warming, and playfully pushed him away. “Well, not here. We’re at your father’s house.” I hurried to the door and pulled it open to escape, thinking I still had a chance.
Mars placed his palm against the door and shut it before I had time to slip out of the room. He turned me around, curled a hand around my throat, and pulled me closer to him. “I didn’t dismiss you.”
“You don’t have to dismiss me,” I said, staring up into his lovely gold wolf eyes.
With his hand still around my neck, he pinned me to the door. “You’re right, but I don’t let my mate leave me when I can smell how wet I’m making her.”
“You’re not making me wet.”
He tightened his grip on my neck, yanked up the front of my dress, pushed down my panties, and drew two fingers over my slit. After sliding them inside of me, he pulled them out and brushed his wet fingers against my lips. “This isn’t wet to you?”
My pussy pulsed, and I swallowed hard, my heart pounding in my chest. He smirked and trailed his fingers back down my body to my pussy again, thrusting them inside of me. I clenched and let out a soft whimper.
“We’re at your father’s house,” I whispered.
He grazed his canines against the bare side of my neck and growled lowly in my ear. “And my mate is wet.”
“Mars …”
Grabbing my hand, he placed it right over the bulge in his white jeans, making me feel just how hard he was for me. I bit my lip and found myself slowly stroking him. Goddess, this was not the place for this. His whole family was sitting in the other room, probably wondering why the hell we were taking so long to come back out for dessert.
His fingers moved around in circles, massaging my G-spot. I stroked him faster, unable to control myself, and pressed my lips together, so I wouldn’t moan out loud. He felt so fucking big inside his jeans, and all I could imagine was him inside of me again.
That was all I seemed to want lately. My wolf was desperate for him, especially after he had accepted us. She was horny all the time, and I was not complaining about it. Ares and Mars knew how to fuck so good that I had to beg them to stop.
My wolf howled inside of me, wanting Mars to mark me and wanting to mark him.
“Take them off of me,” he said into my ear.
I fumbled with his button, pulled down his zipper, and wrapped my hand around his cock. With one hand, he held me against the door by my throat, and with the other, he grabbed my leg, hiked it into the air, and rested my thigh in the crook of his elbow. He positioned the head of his cock against my glistening pussy.
He slapped a hand over my mouth. “Don’t make a sound, Kitten,” he said into my ear.
My brows furrowed together, and I whimpered when he plunged himself into me.
He sucked on the skin just below my ear. “I said not to make a sound. You don’t want my family to hear you, do you?”
I arched my back, my pussy aching. Every inch of him slid inside of me with ease, and he began pumping himself in and out.
“Tug on your nipples for me,” he said.
My pussy clenched on his cock, and I groped my breasts through my dress to pinch my already-hard nipples.
“Fuck,” he groaned, staring at my tits through the dress. “Just like that. Make your tight little pussy clench on my cock.”
“Aurora! Mars!” Charolette called down the hallway.
My eyes widened, and I pulled his hand away from my mouth. Stop, I mouthed.
“I didn’t tell you to stop touching yourself, did I? Continue,” he said. I parted my lips to protest when he tightened his grip around my throat. “Don’t make me tell you again.”
Hesitantly, I placed my hands back on my breasts and tugged on my nipples through the dress. Mars continued to pound into me, his thrusts becoming faster and rougher.
“You guys are going to miss dessert!” she shouted.
“We’ll be out in a minute, Charolette.” He gazed down at my breasts. “Harder,” he said quietly to me. “Tug on them harder.”
I tugged on my nipples harder, my pussy pulsing on his cock. He slammed himself deep inside of me, his teeth grazing against my neck, and my body trembled back and forth. I slapped a hand over my mouth and squeezed my eyes closed.
Holy … fuck.
Wave after wave of pleasure rushed through me. I leaned my head against the door and cursed under my breath, opening my eyes to see his brows furrowed together and lips parted slightly. He stilled inside of me, filling me with his cum.
“Your pussy’s so tight.”
When he pulled out, my pussy lips were coated in a thick layer of his cum. Some slid down my inner thighs.
Mars grabbed my underwear and pulled them up my legs, ruining them. “We’ll get you others,” he said, lips curling into a smirk. “Don’t worry about that, Kitten.”
“I’m not worried about that.” I stepped away from him and smoothed my dress out. “I’m worried about how you’re going to be able to control yourself, knowing that your mate is filled with all your cum at the dinner table and that when we get home, your
