The Rogue Pack Doctor (Published)

Chapter 14

We sit there in silence for a while, my legs around Rafael's waist and his arms around my back while he sits down on a chair. His hands run soothing circles on my back, making me relax.

I look down at his lips. They are so full and plump and I just want to kiss them so bad. He is my mate, it is okay to want to kiss him, right? My body is designed to react to his. It's like that one song: I was made for loving you. It applies to mates.

I look back at his eyes, only to see them already looking at my lips as well. He doesn't look tired anymore. No, another emotion is going through him and I can only imagine it's the same one I'm feeling.

What is he waiting for? Why won't he just kiss me already? Is he waiting for me to take the initiative?

I lean in a bit, not going all the way to his lips yet. I put my hands on his jaw, pushing his face up a bit.

I slowly lean in all the way, until our lips brush against each other. I leave it only at a feather light touch, sparks already erupting between our lips. His lips feel soft and tender against mine.

I pull back again, just a tiny bit. My lips immediately feel the loss of his warmth. I keep looking down at his lips, wishing for him to make a move and finally kiss me for real.

He puts his hands on the back of my head. He shifts his gaze from my lips to my eyes for a very brief moment, before finally pushing my head against his, our lips connecting again. This time it isn't so sweet and tender. Our lips move against each other, not very in sync, but collaborating nonetheless. His lips are a bit chapped, but soft at the same time.

His hands go to my butt, squeezing lightly. I moan against his mouth, my butt has always been my weakness. He uses that moment to slip his tongue in my mouth. His tongue finds mine, immediately challenging me. I know that he will always win when it's about dominance, but I still put up a fight. Our tongues rub against each other, making the butterflies in my stomach go wild.

I put my arms around his neck, pulling him closer to me, as close as he can possibly get. I hate that there are clothes in the way, I want to feel his skin against mine. I want to feel his bare skin, his muscles under my fingertips. I want to feel the goose bumps that my touch will cause.

I can feel myself getting a bit excited downstairs. His tongue is exploring every single corner in my mouth, I can only imagine what else that tongue can do. It's messy, but it's so good.

I feel something poke my butt, his hands pressing me further into him. I moan ever more when I can feel his hardening length rubbing against my ass, unfortunately my still clothed ass. I want to just discard my clothes, and take his clothes off in the process. I slowly start moving, rubbing myself on his length, moaning when I can feel it getting harder.

My movements start to be more like grinds, all the sensations becoming too much, resulting in me just wanting to have friction. I want release. I grind myself on him, making him moan. He breaks away from my lips, his breathy voice, making me even more excited as he moans some more.

Breathing through my nose isn't enough anymore, I can't get enough oxygen. I can hear my quiet pants filling the room, together with Rafael's occasional moans.

He starts kissing my jaw, leaving open mouthed kisses on the skin there. I tilt my head a bit upwards to give him more access, freeing up my neck in the process.

The neck is very sensitive. It is sensitive to a human, but even more so to a werewolf. Werewolves mark each other in the bedroom during the mating, so the mating spot in very sensitive. Marking is supposed to be a euphoric feeling, one of the best feelings in the world.