Mated To An Enemy

Galen snarled. He reached behind her, slamming the door closed and quickly pinning her against it.

He bent his head, placing his mouth on her shoulder. So, near the placed she had already been marked, she almost flinched at the thought. He ran his tongue gently over the small scar he had noticed after she told him about her mate. He kissed it gently.

“Then you won’t blame me?” Galen asked, his hot breath tickling against her skin.

“For what?” she whispered.

Galen turned her chin, forcing her to look at him and stare into his bright green eyes swirling with a darkness that sent a hot jolt running through her, forcing her to tighten the muscles of her lower body unconsciously.

“For not being gentle…” he answered with a growl under his voice.

Bell’s breathing became shallow, and she smiled.

“I never asked you to be gentle…” she whispered back.

Galen’s responsive growl was low and vibrated against her skin, she moaned out as the nerves reacted to the stimulation.

He closed his mouth on her, parting her lips with his tongue; he deepened their kiss desperately as his fingers suddenly pressed against the flesh of her lower abdomen, she gasped, and he pulled her closer to him. Capturing her mouth once again.

Galen moved his hand down under the thin fabric. The closer he came to his destination, the more Bell’s heart pounded in her chest.

As he slipped his fingers between her folds, a deep pulse of pleasure spread throughout her body. She pulled back from his kiss, pressing her head to the door and grabbing his shoulders firmly as she took in a deep trembling breath._.

Galen’s mouth went to her throat.

He pushed harder against her, his finger penetrating further, caressing that sensitive bud. She cried out in surprise. He smiled against her throat before lowering himself to his knees once more.

Bell was breathing hard, her heart racing, her body was on fire and it seemed like every nerve was screaming out for more and more.

Galen’s hand rocked back and forth against her sensitive spot, using her wetness to help him move in a way that made her cry out. He listened to her soft moans getting faster and louder.

She felt the pleasure building on top of itself. Her senses were screaming out in delight. She moved against his hand, giving him further access, pushing her pleasure as far it could go.

He traced his tongue around her nipple, she gasped at new and sudden sensation. His hand maintained its steady pressure and rhythm against her core as he took her nipple in his mouth. Sucking it, rolling it with his tongue and using his free hand to massage it gently.

Bell felt the rise, the height of her pleasure building so high there was nowhere left to climb. She pressed her shoulders painfully against the door as she cried out. Her entire body tightened up in a spasm of searing hot pleasure.

Her chest heaved with thick breaths as she struggled to recover. She didn’t even notice when Galen had picked her up.

He laid her down on the bed, taking her panties off. Bell laid back, still feeling the tiny pulses of pleasure across her nervous system. Galen spread her knees apart as he moved closer to the bed.

Bell licked her lips as she looked up toward him. He stood between her legs at the end of the bed, he had removed his pants, and he could see his thick arousal, standing at attention and waiting to claim her.

Just looking at him, preparing to enter her… she felt it all over again… the sincere wish to be with him, to feel him inside of her. She ached for him. Bell grabbed her knees, pulling them back towards her, giving him better access.

She heard his hungry growl, and she matched it.

Galen looked down at Bell. The way she opened herself up for him made his erection almost painful. He took it in his hand and lined himself up with her opening.

“Are you ready?” he asked her in his thick voice, as he traced his erection over her folds. Rubbing gently into her wetness

She gasped and whimpered from the wave of pleasure the friction created.

“I’m yours,” she said through shallow breaths.

Galen couldn’t wait. He rubbed against her once more, drawing another moan from her lips before he lined himself up and pressed into her.

Bell gasped at the sudden fullness she felt from him. He was bigger than she had ever imagined, thicker. She took deep breaths.

“Are you okay?” he whispered.

It hurt, but it also filled her with even more want for him. She wanted to feel all of him, every inch. The thought was driving her crazy.

Bell panted and whimpered with need. Her face was flush with excitement and exertion. “Keep… going,” she said. “Don’t… stop.”

Galen understood now that he wasn’t going to hold back anymore.

He plunged into her, pushing himself all the way in. They both cried out.

Bell struggled to catch her breath, the feeling of him, she was stretched to her limit, she didn’t think she could take anymore… but she wanted to… she wanted to feel him moving inside of her.

Galen grabbed her legs, allowing her to relax more. He stood up straight, panting as he looked down at her.

The lust in his eyes made her tighten again.

He groaned.

“Relax…” he whispered. “I’m going to move now….”

Bell nodded.

He slowly pulled back. She reached out for his arms, squeezing them as she felt him sliding out of her. Bell teetered on the edge of pleasure and pain.

He pushed back in. A few more times, and she was getting used to it. Then, finally, the pain subsided, and the pleasure was building again.

Galen could feel her relaxing. He saw the way her breathing was getting more and more shallow with each of his slow pumps.

He thrust into her, and she gasped, then moaned. He did it again and again, increasing his speed and force. His own pleasure was screaming for release.

‘A little bit more…’ he told himself, watching her reaction. She was almost there; he could feel it in the way she squeezed him with each thrust.

Bell found herself rocking against him, trying to match his movements, trying to hold him inside of her longer and deeper. She felt it rising in her again, that blinding pleasure, that overwhelming ecstasy.

The pleasure grew and grew with each movement until Bell was crying out at every thrust. Then, finally, she was reaching her peak, and it was overwhelming.

Galen grabbed onto her hips, driving her down to meet him as he groaned out his climax.

Bell joined him only seconds later. Her body trembled as he released himself inside her, pushing her over the edge.

They were anchored together as the waves of pleasure rolled over them both. Galen laid himself on top of her, his head resting between her breasts. While still not removing himself from within her walls.

Bell lay unmoving, still catching her breath. She unconsciously ran her fingers through his hair.

Galen pulled her toward him with his hands on her hips as he ground himself further into her.

She whimpered at the painful pleasure the movement created.

“Down… boy…” she whispered.

Galen groaned. Kissing the skin between her breasts.

Bell’s eyes widened as she felt him growing inside of her.

“Ok, whoa…” she laughed. “Let’s just settle down for a minute.”

Galen whimpered, looking up at her with puppy dog eyes.

Bell laughed and again felt him growing.

“Ok, ok, no…” she said. “Off.”

Galen sighed and reluctantly pulled away from her. Bell let out a soft gasp at the sudden release of pressure and the small shockwave of pleasure it sent over her. She was still feeling quite sensitive.

She got off the bed and moved toward the bathroom.

“I’m taking a bath,” she said. “You blow out all these candles before our home is consumed by flames.”

He smiled at the use of ‘our’ in her sentence.

Bell blushed at his reaction. She licked her lips as she watched him get up and immediately start to blow out the candles.

“If you hurry,” she called. He looked back at her. “Maybe you can join me.”

She smiled and closed the door, but not before catching the wide grin on his face.