Chosen by Fate, Rejected by the Alpha

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Trevor

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Knowing that my mate had gone to these lengths to seduce me and do these things was making my dick extra hard. And the fresh wave of arousal and desire that was coursing through me might have sent my Glory running for the hills if she knew how powerful it was.

See, what my Glory didn’t seem to understand was that when she took that tea of hers, it affected me as well. I didn’t need to drink it to get the effects, although I had probably consumed some residual effects of it when I kissed her, it was the smell that truly caused me to react.

When I smelled those particular scents mixed with her already intoxicating scent, it was like someone had just given me a liquid shot of Viagra in my ass. Not that I needed that disgusting chemical compound to be with my mate. I was more than able to respond to her.

Hell, I was trying not to respond to her. That was the problem. I had needed to keep my cool and remain in control over the last year. With everything that was going on, I was working hard to make sure that she and the kids were safe and taken care of. And I thought that if I let myself get distracted with intimacy, I wouldn’t be able to properly protect her.

I had to force myself to remain firmly in control, and a little less firm in other places. That didn’t mean that I didn’t want her though. And I had been missing these moments with her for so long.

Now that things had settled down, and she was actually and actively seducing me, I had no choice but to give into my desires, with the added potency of that tea making me want her twice as much as I already did.

When I finally pressed my lips to Glory’s chests, kissing gently over her right nipple, she moaned and sighed in satisfaction. She had been missing my touch, my intimacy, so much that it had left its mark on her. Well, now it was time for me to leave my mark on her.

I intended to start slow, to give her what she needed before I took what I needed, but desire forced me to move quicker than I had intended. The gentle kiss to her breast became a ravenous suckling and biting that her moaning and arching her back so that she was pressing her chest even more into my mouth.

With my right hand, I grabbed onto her other breast, kneading it and massaging it with firm pressure.

My shaft was growing harder and with each passing second, and Glory could tell as it pressed and throbbed against her. She was in as much of a hurry as I suddenly was. She shifted herself on my lap and positioned her opening so that it cradled my tip. That broke the last shreds of my control. I moved both of my hands to Glory’s hips and pulled her down as I thrusted upwards.

The water in the hot tub sloshed and splashed, but it didn’t bother me.

Being in the water made the process of making love different, but not harder. It just changed the way that we moved, and it sometimes made it better. It gave a resistance to movements that helped to intensify some of the things that we felt as I lifted Glory off of my shaft and brought her down again.

I set about creating a pounding rhythm as best as I could in the water, the splashes and sloshes of the hot water caressing our bodies like fingers that were massaging and helping to arouse us both even more. Glory was moaning and crying out in pleasure as I pushed her toward her climax. And when she went over that edge, her inner walls milked me for all I had to offer, taking me with her.

I wasn’t done though. I needed more, wanted more. I stayed in her as I rose to my feet, carrying her out of the hot tub and to the bed. I was about to put this special room of hers to the test as I made love to her as many times as I could before I ran out of energy.

Stopped at the edge of the bed, I finally pulled out of Glory as I sat her down. She smiled up at me, a look of desire and need making her look more like a sex goddess than a Fae queen. I needed to be in her again, and I didn’t have the time to wait. I rolled her over onto her belly, letting her legs dangle over the edge as I pressed myself behind her.

When I slid inside of her again, that perfect sheath for my shaft that was unlike anything I ever felt in the past, I was the one that moaned in satisfaction. She, on the other hand, screamed with how deeply and fully I was filling her.

"TREVOR!" She screamed my name as she adjusted to my penetration.

"Glory." I leaned over her and whispered right into her ear. "I need so much of you that I just can’t stop."

"Don’t stop, Trevor. Give me all of you. Everything that you have to offer."

"I will, Glory, I will."

When I started to pull back, leaving her body to prepare for the next thrust, she shuddered and whimpered at the loss of my member. It didn’t last long though. I drove into her hard and fast again, filling the depths of her and hearing the sounds of her pleasure as she screamed.

I pounded into her again and again as I drove her toward her orgasm again and again. She climaxed, then again, and again, and again as I fought my sense of control. When she came for the fifth time in this position, I let myself fill her with my seed. But still, I wasn’t done. I pulled out of her and moved with her until we were in the center of the bed.

At first, I started to straddle her in a missionary style position, but she wanted more. As I positioned myself, she pulled her legs up until she was about to hook her ankles behind my neck. She was bent in half, fully open for me and ready for me to fill her as much as I possibly could. My answering growl of satisfaction was enough to make her laugh at me playfully.

It was a little harder to thrust with her legs around my neck, but I was able to manage. After all, it wasn’t the first time over the years that I had taken her in this position. And I loved the way that she felt in this position, both open and ready, but also tight enough to squeeze every inch of my shaft. It was perfection.

We climaxed together this time, her shuddering and convulsing body taking me with her as she screamed wordlessly to the forest filled room around us. And even then, in this third position and her climaxing so many times, I wasn’t nearly done with her. And her eager, dripping core didn’t seem like she was finished with me just yet either.

I rolled over and sat on my heels, allowing Glory’s legs to fall to the sides and land in the crooks of my elbows. I was supporting all of her and ready to give her the bed ride of her life. This time, she wasn’t able to move at all. She was barely holding onto me, her hands limply around my neck.

In this position, I lifted her up until just part of me was still inside of her body, then I brought her down with brutal force so that I could hear her scream in pleasure with every thrust. I held off this time as well, pleasing her again and again as her body rippled around me several times. When I was done, when I finally let myself finish again, Glory was starting to go limp on my body.

I had lost count of how many times that she had climaxed now, but her body was clearly reaching its limits.

I wasn’t nearly done yet, but I knew that I needed to let her rest. We could continue later, if she was up for it. I leaned forward with the last thrust, just before I exploded for the last time. I had felt my teeth reacting to the beast inside of me. My bear wanted to be a part of this mating session. He wanted to give his blessing for her to accept my seed and turn it into a new cub for me.

The moment that I bit down on her mark, the place where I had bitten her all those years again, it was like a magical explosion inside of me. It started in my mouth and it just spread from there. And I knew that Glory was able to feel it as well. She threw her head to the side, giving me more access to her as she cried out long and loud.

Her hold grew tighter, her arms no longer as limp as they had been moments before.

The magic spilled between us as I emptied myself inside of her, each wave of her climax pulling more of it from me. I knew that doing this, giving her this added intimacy right now, would lessen my still overactive libido. I needed to consider myself done for the time being so that she could sleep, so I was giving the last of myself to her in the form of a new mate mark.

Not that it would change the mark in any way, it would just resolidify the connection between us.

The moment that the magic dispelled, I fell backwards onto the bed, making sure to pull Glory onto my chest when I did. The way that we moved caused me to slide out of her abused core, an act that elicited another moan from her, but it was a contented and happy moan that put another smile on my face.

With her still in my arms, we drifted off to sleep together. I would hold her like that on my chest all throughout the night. And while I slept with her in my arms, I would dream of what the future might hold. A future that was imminent as well as a future that was a month, a year, even a decade away. The dreams kept coming, and I saw them all as peaceful and happy.

I wasn’t a precog, not in the least, but I was able to hope. And that was all that those dreams were, hopes and dreams that I had for the future.