Chapter 386
Three hundred and eighty eight
My mate smiled at me, the blue in his eyes making my heart pound faster.
I couldn’t take my gaze off him, and without warning, I started laughing. The sound escaped before I could gather enough dignity to swallow it back.
My mate was sitting right in front of me.
After years spent watching other people find theirs, telling myself that maybe love simply wasn’t meant for me, this was what the universe had decided to give me.
A stranger. A very edgy-looking one at that.
He glanced down at himself, checking his shirt and then his hands, as if he expected to find something ridiculous there. “Is there something on my face p>
That made me laugh harder.
“No. No p>
He watched me with amusement, that crooked smile still in place.
Now that I’d actually let myself look at him, I understood Anita’s earlier comment. He was ridiculously hot. Dark hair, strong features, black clothes that suited the rough edge surrounding him, tattoos covering one arm while the other stayed bare. Two small piercings caught the light along one ear, another tucked into the little fold of cartilage near the opening. A dark pendant rested against his chest.
He smelled of crushed black cardamom and the smoke of a dying fire. The scent wrapped around me whenever he moved closer, and my wolf reacted to it with shameless enthusiasm.
He sat beside me. His hand found my knee beneath the table.
My laughter faded as his thumb traced up to my thigh, gentle enough to make my stomach flutter. Heat climbed through my body.
The thought of being intimate with him this fast worried me, but I couldn’t stop smiling. He looked just as pleased.
“I never believed in the concept of mates, but with a gorgeous one like you, I’m not complaining p>
I looked away, shy heat creeping up my neck.
“Tell me your name,” he said.
It humbled me that he didn’t know who I was.
“You go first,” I said. “Who are you? And why did you command so much attention when you walked in p>
He tilted his head, considering his answer. “Does that matter tonight p>
I frowned, and if I hadn’t been so thrilled that my mate was sitting in front of me, I would have argued until he told me who he was. Instead I shrugged.
“Then you don’t get to ask my name p>
A quiet laugh escaped him.
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I knew every Alpha in the four regions. I knew their Betas, and the families of the major packs under their authority. I had never seen his face, yet something about him made my wolf recognize his strength. He carried himself like an Alpha.
“Why don’t we get out of here?” he asked.
My heart jumped.
“Where p>
“I have somewhere nearby p>
My gaze moved across the bar, searching for Anita. I spotted her nowhere. She must have gone dancing with her date, or the two of them had disappeared upstairs. Either way, I was grateful she wasn’t there to watch me make a/ fool of myself.
He leaned closer. “I don’t bite p>
“I didn’t say you did p>
“Your eyes darting around tell me otherwise,” he said softly, kissing my earlobe.
My response was a tremble.
I picked up my glass and finished what remained, using the drink to gather courage I suddenly needed far more than I wanted to admit. My head felt warm and light, the alcohol loosening my thoughts while the mate bond sharpened every sensation.
I never expected to feel such timidity. I was twenty-four years old and had never had sex with anyone except my toys. I had never even come close to letting a man take me somewhere private, and now I was considering following a stranger because my wolf had decided he was mine.
What if I wasn’t enough for him?
The thought arrived without permission.
What if I disappointed him, since he expected me to know what I was doing?
He watched me quietly. The amusement remained, but his grip on my hand softened.
“You don’t have to do anything with me tonight. I just want to enjoy the richness of our bond, that’s all p>
The words settled over the nervousness inside me. He held my hand as though he had all the patience in the world. Then I remembered Anita’s dare, and it hit me how within reach it suddenly was. I wanted to see her face when I pulled it off with my mate.
I leaned forward and kissed him. He paused, startled, then kissed me back.
“Not here,” he whispered, pulling away and offering me his hand.
I took it. The moment we walked toward the entrance, I felt eyes following us, but I was too giddy to care.
My heels caught against the floor as we stepped outside, and my balance wavered. His arm went around my waist before I could stumble.
“Easy p>
The night air touched my face as we moved along the waterfront. I expected him to lead me toward some ordinary
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hotel, but he turned toward a private entrance farther down the street.
recognized the building. This was one of the most exclusive resorts on the island. Anita had tried to book a suite here but was told they were fully booked.
At the desk, the receptionist nearly jumped out of her seat.
“Your suite is ready, sir p>
He barely acknowledged her before taking the key.
I looked at him as we walked toward the private lift. He caught me staring.
“What p>
“Nothing p>
His smile returned, and I realized it was that smile, more than anything, that made me feel shy again.
I had no idea who this man was. Not his name, his pack, his history, or why the entire world seemed to shift beneath my feet whenever he touched me.
I only knew one thing. He was my mate. And I was going to give myself to him.
The suite door closed behind us with a click that seemed to seal the rest of the world outside. His hand stayed at my lower back as he guided me deeper into the room, and with every step, the bond tightened, heat spreading beneath my skin that had nothing to do with the alcohol. His eyes moved over my face, my throat, the uneven rise of my chest, and his gaze felt like a caress, stirring a hunger I couldn’t ignore.
“Do you want this?” he asked, the answer already burning in his eyes.
I nodded.
A smile touched his mouth. “Tell me when it gets overwhelming, and I’ll stop p>
“Okay p>
He eased me onto the bed and pulled his shirt over his head, revealing broad shoulders, a lean waist, dark ink curling over one arm, and scars scattered across his skin. He looked as though the moon goddess herself had shaped him and then decided to let him walk among ordinary people. A naked god stood between me and the rest of the world.
When he came down over me, his first kiss was soft and testing, but that restraint vanished as his hand slid behind my head and the kiss deepened. Every doubt I’d carried into the room dissolved beneath the heat of it. My hips rose to meet him as he pressed closer, and we kissed like we were trying to learn each other by taste, biting softly, sucking, pulling back only long enough to breathe before finding each other again.
His mouth left mine only to trail lower, finding the sensitive skin beneath my ear. “You’re so fucking beautiful. Sweet and hot and already shaking for me.” His hand moved up my side, fingernails tracing light paths over my skin as his kisses traveled from my throat to my shoulder and stomach. By the time he reached my top, I was already lifting my arms to help him pull it away, and his eyes settled on my breasts with equal parts reverence and hunger.
“Perfect,” he murmured. “Succulent little mouthfuls. Made for my mouth p>
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I laughed, and he chuckled as he nuzzled one breast, then the other, before his mouth closed over a nipple and pulled a soft cry from me. Pleasure moved through me as his tongue teased one while his fingers worked the oer, my hands finding his hair as I held on.
My restlessness must have answered the question I couldn’t put into words. His hand slid down my stomach and over my thighs, making me shiver even through my panties, and he rubbed slow circles before easing them down my legs. He lifted the damp fabric to his face and inhaled, his eyes falling half closed as satisfaction rambled through his chest.
“Never going to get enough of this,” he murmured.
His fingers parted me, and the cool air made me gasp. Moisture had already gathered there, and when his mouth- followed, pleasure tore another gasp from me. He explored slowly until he found every place that made my hips jerk, then settled over the most sensitive point. My back arched off the mattress, one hand fisting in his hair as the other clawed at the sheets. The pleasure was almost too much, but I wanted more.
“You’re so tight,” he murmured.
I forced the words out between panting breaths. “I’ve never. This is the first time. For any of it p>
He lifted his head, blue eyes fixed on mine. “Then I’ll take care of you. We’ll go as slow as you need. I promise p>
He rose over me and shed the last of his clothes. The sight of him fully hard made my breath catch, and nerves twisted through me at the thought of taking him inside me for the first time. He must have seen the fear beneath my desire because he settled carefully between my thighs and took his time, guiding himself against me until I trembled with need instead of fear.
When he pressed inward, my body yielded with a burning stretch that made me gasp. He stopped immediately, one hand cupping my cheek as he held my gaze.
“Breathe for me. That’s it p>
Inch by inch, he worked deeper, pausing whenever my breath hitched or my fingers tightened around his shoulders. The pressure was almost too much, but the bond flooded my body with heat and pheromones, softening the sharpest edge of the discomfort. After the initial shock, there was surprisingly little true pain, only a fullness that made my toes curl and my eyes water.
“Fuck,” he breathed, his voice rough. “You’re so tight. Perfect. Taking me so well.
His jaw flexed with the effort of holding still, and when he finally settled completely inside me, I felt stretched in a way that bordered on too much. The burn slowly became something hotter. A small whimper escaped me, and he waited with his forehead pressed to mine until the tension in my body began to melt before moving again, slowly at first.
The friction sent sparks through places I hadn’t, known could feel this way. My body adjusted, and pleasure replaced the discomfort as his rhythm grew steadier. His mouth found my ear, and his filthy words came with every careful thrust.
“Feel how I’m stretching you open. How your cunt is gripping me like it never wants to let go. You’re mine now. Best fucking thing that’s ever happened to me p>
The words sank into me as deeply as the sensation, and soon my hips were rising to meet him without thought. He thrust a little harder while keeping his movements controlled, and we locked together in the same rhythm. I wrapped my legs around his waist, pulling him closer, and the change in angle sent another surge of pleasure through me.
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My body seemed to vibrate with every stroke. A broken cry tore from my throat as the pleasure built until I could
longer hold it back. He followed me over the edge with a low grunt, his eyes squeezing shut as the heat prolonged the aftershocks.
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Lucia Morh
Lucia Morh is a passionate storyteller who brings emotions to life through her words. When she’s not writing, she finds peace nurturing her garden.