Chapter 29: Chapter 29

Dylan slammed the door shut behind them with his foot, circling his arms around Isabel’s small waist. His fingers fiddled with the belt on her bathrobe until it was let loose. Her scent flooded his sense, burning him with desire.

“I want you.” Her captivating voice whispered in his ear, causing his lower region to twitch with excitement.

“I’m all yours.” He whispered against her neck as he let the bathrobe fall freely to the ground.

Isabel’s lips met his once again, not giving him time to worship her naked figure. She craved for his touch more than anything in the world. His long fingers moved behind her neck, pulling her closer to himself as he swirled his tongue around her mouth intoxicating her senses. She let her hands find its way to his now bare torso, loving the feeling of his toned abs against her fingers. She went lower and began fumbling with the button on his jeans. Dylan grabbed her by her hips and pressed her closer to himself so she was rubbing against his growing erection. A soft moan of need and desire escaped her lips as her skin came in contact with his thick length. He gave her butt a hard squeeze before making her straddle him.

Heat ran through Isabel’s veins from her mate’s wicked kisses and his magic fingers roaming every inch of her. He pushed her down on the bed and immediately pulled down his jeans, revealing his long erection. Isabel became wet at the sight of Dylan in all his glory. She knelt on the bed and worshipped his glorious figure with her lips.

“Mine” she growled in his ear, pushing him against herself.

Dylan groaned through clenched teeth, basking in the pleasure his mate’s skillful lips was offering. He froze for a second, his muscles went still as Isabel’s tongue played with his manhood, sending shivers down his spine. The scent of both their arousals filled the air, causing their wolves to howl in pleasure.

Isabel gasped when Dylan turned them around in a flash, so she was the one lying on the bed.

“Show me what you got.” She breathlessly teased, eyes flashing gold.

Dylan took the challenge by sliding two fingers inside her wet hole.

“Mhm” she moaned, digging her fingers into his arms as his fingers started pumping inside her.

“More” her breath came out in short pants.

Isabel frowned at the feeling of cold air and the emptiness that came as soon as Dylan’s fingers exited her insides. He suddenly spread her thighs apart, making her heart leap with joy. Her eyes rolled behind her head with the feeling of her mate inside her. Although she was in pain from the impact and the discomfort his size made her feel, she could tell she was in for the pleasure of her life. She grabbed the sheets with her claws as Dylan started stroking her. Each stroke made her vision blur with immense pleasure. He gripped her waist and increased his pace, going all wild. She arched her back, allowing herself get lost in the pleasure as her mate pounded in and out of her. His deep groans complimented her soft moans perfectly well.

Both were sweaty and breathless, but didn’t want this moment to come to an end as they were in another world entirely.

Isabel fisted her claws in the sheets ripping it in the process when Dylan came inside her, filling her with his seed. Her legs went limp from the effect, but it was worth it. She was finally one with her mate.

Who would’ve thought the night she almost considered the worst night of her life would end up being the beginning of the best nights of her life.

Dylan stared lovingly at his mate who was sleeping soundly after their love making session. She looked like she couldn’t hurt a fly while asleep, but that was far from it. She was a strong, unbreakable and unrivaled werewolf. He quietly tucked her hair behind her ear, staring longingly at her exposed neck. There was a strong urge by his wolf to mark Isabel as his, but Dylan decided against it because he didn’t want to upset his mate in any way.

Isabel was supposed to ask him to mark her after they finished mating in their case to complete the mating ritual since she was the dominant werewolf, but she didn’t. She only smiled contentedly and kissed him goodnight before drifting into sleep, hurting his wolf and his ego.

Was she going to treat him the same way she treated Carlos?

Dylan shrugged aside that ugly thought, and instead consumed his mind with the wild love making session they shared that night. He could tell from the bliss in her eyes while he stroked her lazily after they had an orgasm that it was only a matter of time before everything falls into place.

A yawn escaped his lips, signaling him that it was time for bed. He wrapped his arms securely around his mate and let himself get consumed by sleep.

Dylan woke up the following morning to an empty bed.

Where could she have gone to without him? Did she go for her usual morning run without him? He wondered, feeling sad at the thought of his mate leaving him behind just because he was too lazy to wake up.

He rubbed his hands over his face to clear the sleep from off his eyes before picking up his boxers and jeans from the floor and putting them on.

After brushing his teeth, Dylan decided to go make breakfast for Isabel, she must be famished after yesterday’s drama as they both didn’t eat. The smell of burnt food covered Dylan’s nostrils as he got to the living room. He hurried to the kitchen to give Ingrid a hand, only to find his mate throwing a pan of burnt food in the sink while trying to stifle a cough.

‘Was she really doing what he’s thinking?’ he wondered.

A frustrated moan, that came from Isabel’s direction brought him back to reality, causing him to reach her side in no time.

“What’s going on?” He pretended to be clueless.

“This is the third time I’m trying to get this right.” Isabel pouted in annoyance, taking off her apron.

“I give up.” She raised her hands in surrender and started her way out of the kitchen, but Dylan stopped her halfway to her destination.

Isabel on the other hand didn’t realize that she wasn’t talking to Xavi but her mate not until her breasts came in contact with a hard chest.

“Where are you going?” His deep husky voice asked, making her knees go weak.

Why is her body responding so quickly to her mate all of a sudden? Was it because of last night?

She blushed furiously at the memory of them finally mating and felt like burying herself six feet under when it registered that her mate just caught her trying to make breakfast. She’s going to kill Xavi for not coming on time to help her with breakfast.

Summoning up some courage, she lifted her eyes to meet Dylan’s gaze and found him staring lustfully at her.

Right, she was wearing nothing but his shirt.

“Good morning, my lady.”

Isabel’s nipples turned hard on hearing his voice husky with longing. Her insides trembled with desire and hunger as Dylan’s hand traveled under the shirt to her inner thighs while his lips worked on her neck.

Too horny to speak, she jumped on her mate, wrapping her legs around his torso as he pressed them harder against the wall, inserting his fingers inside her almost immediately. This is the side of her mate she has been craving to see long ago. She wanted him to tame her in bed, to dominate and use her as he pleased, whenever he wanted.

Isabel rocked against her mate’s fingers as they worked inside her in quick strokes. She found herself moaning without restrain from his fingers pushing deeper to her core.

“You want more?” He whispered in her ear, licking and nibbling her neck to suppress his groans.

She dug her nails into his back, biting his shoulders as she tightened around his fingers, her insides contracting. Just the seductiveness in his voice was making her reach her climax.

“What are you saying, love?” He teased again, adding another finger, sending her into an overdrive.

“G-go faster”

“Your wish is my command.”

Dylan pumped harder and faster, causing Isabel to wither and shake under his ministration and in a matter of seconds, she shrieked her to an orgasm. Dylan held her to himself when she almost collapsed out of sheer bliss.

“I got you, love. I got you.” he kissed her sweaty forehead, moving her hair from her face as he carried her upstairs.

What was supposed to be a simple morning turned out a steamy one.