His Estranged Mate

Chapter 51: Dormant or not?

CATRINA

I open my eyes, looking around my room, feeling well-rested and cosy in Connor's arms. Rolling over, I feel delicious tingles rub over my body when his arms allow me to move. I know he's awake, having felt his watchful eyes over me from the time I first woke up.

Looking at my mate from under my eyelashes, I watch as he looks back at me with half-open eyes. He's sleepy and he's aroused. His morning wood, pressing against my hip as I half lay on top of him, with my breasts pressing into his chest. His hands move to thread into my hair, finger combing them and creating small tingles in my scalp.

"Good morning, Solnyshko," he whispers, his voice husky from sleep sending a shiver of awareness down my spine. It awakens my vagina, alerting me of my still present heat.

"Good morning," I whisper back, kissing on the tip of his thumb when he roams his thumb over my lips.

"You have to answer my question," he says and I frown, not remembering any question. Connor chuckles at my expression and then shakes his head. Lifting me up as if I weigh nothing, he places me on top of him, so that I am lying on him with his cock settling in between my legs, directly over my vaginal entrance.

"Yesterday night, you were behaving strange, like the way you did when you were just rescued. I asked you if you felt any trigger inside you?" he asks once again, pulling me up so that he gets to bury his head in between my breasts. The tingling of his hair and his breath on my sensitive skin has me gasping and I move back a little, giggling when he just advances on me.

I move back, slowly and fall on my side on the bed, which gives him the chance to move, hovering above me. Dipping his head, he takes my right nipple in his mouth, sucking on it, hard and long. I hold on to him, my fingers diving in his hair, allowing him to continue on my left nipple, too.

"I asked something, Catrina," he says, going back a little and then supporting his head on one arm, the other landing on my belly, giving me a slow massage.

"I don't know," I whisper, trying to think of a way of telling him. I don't want to be called crazy just because I feel as if some other being is guiding my actions.

"You get this sudden dreamy look on your face when you are thinking hard. Tell me," he insists. I turn my head to look into his green eyes, watching as his eyes go dark, his wolf closer to the surface.

Somehow that wildness in his eyes calms me and I tell him about what exactly I feel before behaving erratically.

"It's like something inside me tells me to twist and turn. I get this overwhelming urge to rub myself on you," I whisper, watching Connor as he smiles at me in encouragement, his other arm moving above from my belly to my neck, caressing the mark that he gave me.

"That day in the cavern, I had this urge to claw at you, scratch at you and then rub myself over you like a cat. Then yesterday when you came back, I had this same urge to rub myself over you, my skin prickling, something moving under it," I whisper, shuddering when I recall how scared and alone, I had felt.

"I have to tell you something," he says, suddenly and then sits up in the bed. Frowning at his actions, I sit up too, wincing slightly when my hips ache a bit. He roams his fingers over my hips, making me look down, and notice the fingerprints that he left behind from yesterday.

"Sorry."

"I like it," I whisper, feeling shy all of a sudden. He takes a deep breath and then closes his eyes before opening them back to look at me.

"That urge that you get, it's probably your wolf. I am sure it is your wolf because my wolf feels her, guiding you to scent-mark me whenever she's close to the surface," he says.