Two Rejects

Chapter 27 - Barbie B*tch

*Matthew's POV*

My Mia, mine.

The moment I wake up, I'm instantly comforted by her warm sleeping body. Even in my dreams all I could think of was her. I see her smile and her beautiful brown eyes. I hear her laugh and the little giggle she makes when I'm particularly quippy. As soon as I open my eyes, I search for her. A smile spreading on my lips as I pull her into my body. Her lips parting in a content sigh.

Mine, my wolf purrs in content. It's been so long since he's been this happy. I don't think he's been this energized and motivated since we were a teenager. From the moment he met Mia, he's been obsessed with her and as have I. Her mannerisms drive me crazy—how she bites her lip, her adorable blush, the way she chews her knuckle when she's reading a book. It makes shudders run down my back.

And last night she was more open with me than ever before. I had been waiting for her to be ready physically, but even before then, I knew I wanted to make her my Luna. And then last night she not only let me make love to her but after plenty of laughs and talking about the future she was kissing me passionately. God she was so perfect. Taking control with her gentle touch.

I let myself re-live how she felt and what she looked like. Pulling her close to me now as I inhale rosewood and books. She kissed me so softly, her touch so unbelievably gentle. It's so different to mine. She blushed when she sat up on me—slightly clumsy in the most charming way. I held onto her waist, absolutely stunned she wanted a second round.

Our insatiable Mia, My wolf growled lowly.

And that she was. Her hands were on my chest, eyes timid but laced in pure love and passion. When she started riding me, I felt bewitched by her—completely awestruck and encaptivated. Her hips moved so softly—keeping their pace throughout. She would lean down to kiss me. To tell me she loves me and I...I have never experienced a love so pure in my life. So open and like the love I read in the countless books in my library.

And Mia is so soothing and gentle—something I've never experienced in sex before. My anger and my wolf have always led the charge on my sexual exploitations. Knowingly, I can admit I've only ever gone rough and fast. Even when I had control last night, it took every ounce of my being not to let my wolf overcome my sense of logic. But not Mia. Mia is delicate and it just makes me realize how we complement one another—differences and similarities crafted effortlessly.

I can't get the image out of my head. The way her body would flow when her hips grinded against me and her breasts so perky and stunning. Watching her throw her head back in soft moans. Fuck. She was driving me crazy and there was so much I wanted to do but I was completely entranced in her. Letting her take the lead and watching her confidence, was within itself, ravenous.

She came first, her body arching slightly but she kept going until I released. Then she collapsed on me. Tired and breathless. I pulled her into me to kiss her cheeks and her forehead. Telling her just how much I love her too until she drifted into sleep.

And now I get to watch her wake up. Every morning is like Christmas knowing she's in my bed with me. By the time I check the clock, it's already past noon and I realize we've slept in a lot. My wolf begs me not to move—he's been waiting so long to mate with her. He's already livid that we can't officially mark her. The best I could do yesterday was claim her in front of the pack during the initiation. It was a way to calm myself and my wolf, but to also bring Mia the respect she oh-so deserves. The pack is overjoyed with having a Luna.

Now that I've had a taste of Mia though—Goddess I don't know how I'll keep my hands off of her. I thought mating would make it easier for me not having the urge to mark her. But every time she shows me her neck, every time I kiss her in that soft spot that makes her moan, my insides are set ablaze and every instinct in my body is telling me to mark her.