Isaiah POV
Last night, I swear, Kaia was adding on to her list. I had no intentions of keeping one, but she seems to love this idea. Whatever she wants, she gets. Who am I to deny her needs? As long as the only man she wants and needs is me, I’ll do anything for her.
When I woke up late the next morning, I held her in my arms and lightly rubbed her back. My phone buzzed, and when I looked down, I saw Sinclair texting me. That’s right, she can’t mind link me now that I am over Ironclaw and she is not a pack member here.
I opened the text, and it was a picture. In her hand was a huge raw piece of Purple Atlantonite. My eyes widened. Then another text came through.
[Sinclair: We need to talk. Bring Kaia. This is huge! You might want to bring Austin too.]
[Isaiah: My office. Thirty minutes.]
She sent a thumbs-up emoji, and then I gently woke Kaia. “Baby, we need to get up. We need to meet with Sinclair in my office. She found something huge.”
She stretched, and the blankets fell from her chest, and my eyes darkened with desire. Her breasts were on full display, looking like tempting morsels begging to be sucked on. I had to shake my head and focus.
I scooped her in my arms, and she squealed. I carried her to the bathroom, turned on the shower, and then pushed her against the wall and thrust inside of her.
“FUCK!” She screamed. “GOOD FUCKING MORNING!”
I chuckled, “I can’t resist even an innocent temptation from you, trouble.”
I thrust into her fast and hard, snapping my hips and watching her tits bounce in front of me. I shifted her legs over my arms and pounded harder into her, feeling her walls flutter, and I growled at the pleasure she’s giving me.
She is moaning and screaming and begging for more, and I keep snapping my hips, thrusting as deep as I can into her. “Take all of me, trouble. You feel so fucking good,” I growled.
“MORE!” she screamed.
I shifted her legs to my shoulders, still keeping her sandwiched between the wall and me. I shifted and rolled my hips, pumping cock deep inside her until she shattered around my cock, squeezing it so hard that I couldn’t hold back. I slapped the wall with the side of my fist and thrust two more times before ropes of cum released inside her.
Once we both steadied our breathing, I let her down gently and helped her stand. “You’re right, trouble. That was a fantastic fucking good morning.”
She laughed. “My legs feel like mush now.”
I laughed. “I’m not even a little sorry. I want you weak in the knees whenever you are with me.”
She chuckled, “What does Sinclair want?”
“She sent me a picture of a huge piece of raw Purple Atlantonite. Then told me we needed to talk and to bring you and Dad.”
“Where did she get it?”
“I don’t know, but I told her to meet me at my office in thirty minutes. I figured we needed to get ready first.”
“Of course, you would kill two birds with one stone in the shower.”
“I call it multi-tasking. Nothing is fucking sexier than taking you in the shower and watching the steam circle you while I drive you crazy,” I growled playfully.

VERIFYCAPTCHA_LABEL
Comments
The readers' comments on the novel: His Plump Mate (Book 1: The 'His' Series)
So many missing chapters and repetitions. A different story altogether from chapter 101...