His plump mate (Rebel and Austin) by Buchanan novel Chapter 596

Adrian POV

I was enjoying feeling Sinclair’s body. She doused cold water on me with that comment of hers. I don’t want her trying to fit into a box she thinks I want her to fit into. I’ve seen women do that before. They lose their personality trying to shrink themselves into something they think their men will want. Sinclair’s a genius. I don’t want her shrinking herself for me.

I wasn’t going to hide the fact that I like that red lace set she bought, though, and when she asked if I wanted her to try that on, well, I’d be dumb as shit to say no. Her face is flushing a lot, and I know it took a lot for her to ask me that question.

She took the set from me and moved to the bathroom. I heard the shower turn on. I took the opportunity to bring the rest of the bags inside the room. The omegas left them outside the room. Once inside, I decided to take a look at all the sets she bought.

I admit I have a raging hard-on after looking at the green, black, white, and purple sets. Especially the purple set. It’s probably the most revealing of all the sets. I put them all back in the bags and set them aside. As I’m finishing making room for Sinclair in the closet, I hear the bathroom door open and smell the tempting scent of honey and bergamot wafting through the room.

Thor is in my head panting. I don’t blame him. I’m already hard from looking at those sets, and now I can smell her scent. I come out of the closet, and Sinclair is standing there with her hands trying to cover herself.

I see the lace on the straps and her breasts through the red sheer, and when my eyes travel down, her damn panties are sheer with lace across her hips. She looks every bit of a sin. A sin I’m going to indulge in.

“Fuck, you’re gorgeous,” I said as I walked towards her like she was my prey. A prey I intend to devour.

I see her shiver as I step closer, and her nipples harden beneath the see-through fabric. I am standing in front of her, and she bites her bottom lip nervously. She has no fucking idea what she is doing to me when she does that.

I growl low. “Turn around, little mate.”

I see her gulp and nervously turn around. Holy Moon Goddess, her ass is gorgeous in a thong. There is a little bow at the top of the waistband. I inhale her scent and slowly wrap my arms around her from behind, and reach up to roll her nipples in my fingers as I suck on her mark again. She gasped loudly, and I groaned as I could smell her arousal.

“Hands on the bed, little mate,” I said in her ear.

She bent down and placed her hands on the bed, and I started moving my hands down her back and down her thighs. When I made my way back up, I squeezed her two globes behind her and heard her gasp again. She has no idea how fucking sinful she looks bent over the bed in red sheer and lace.

“I want to take you from behind, little mate. It’s going to be intense,” I warned as I started pulling down her thong. I kneel down, kissing both cheeks, nipping at the back of her thighs until I pull the thong completely down.

“Arch your back, little mate.”

She does what she is told, and I see her sex glistening. I can’t help it; my mouth is on her, tasting her flavor. I’m holding her legs still as she is moaning and shaking. I’m groaning, enjoying my feast.

“Adrian,” I heard her say breathily.

I doubled my efforts and gripped her legs harder. I heard her whimper and moan, and I wanted more of her. I kissed my way back up to her cheeks and her back. I tore off my shirt and jeans. I need to bury myself inside of my mate.

I lined myself up to her entrance while she was still bent over. I thrust inside of her. Not hard, but enough for her to know how desperately I want her. She moans loudly. I pulled out slowly and thrust again.

“Adrian!” She called out. Her voice is laced with desire, and I snap.

I started thrusting at a steady but hard pace. Sinclair was moaning loudly. “Adrian, please.”

“Please what, little mate?”

“One more time, little mate. You can do it. Let me feel it,” I said as I continued thrusting her and rubbing her clit. I continued my pace as I saw her grip the sheets, and I knew she was close. I started rolling my hips, hitting her spot, and I pushed her over the edge one final time.

“MINE. MINE. MINE.” I said, I thrust into her, and she grinds on my cock. I explode inside her and fill her with my cum. I feel very possessive over her at the moment, and I want to make sure she smells completely like me.

I flipped her on her back and tore away at the bra. I spread her legs open and take her again. I didn’t think I would still be hard, but fuck, I need to mark her again. I have an inherent need to mark her again. I can’t explain it, but I need it.

“ADRIAN! YES! YES! MORE!”

I growled. “Come again, baby. Come now!”

Her legs shake, and once again I feel her tight heat gripping me and my canines come out. I pierce her neck and growl again as I come inside her. I feel Mali pierce my neck again. Our bodies are jerking hard, and I keep emptying myself inside my mate.

Once we released each other, I rolled over and brought her to me. What the fuck was that? I lost control. I needed to empty myself inside her. It was completely instinctual. I have never felt like that before.

‘Thor, was I still in rut or something?’

‘No. I don’t understand what happened either.’

Sinclair is breathing hard. “I wasn’t expecting that,” she said shyly.

“Neither did I,” I replied. I’ve never felt that level of possession before. What does that mean?