His Mate, Her Fate

I enter the guest room and take all of my stuff back to Darius’ bedroom.

We have a bet coming.

Finally something to take my mind off of today’s conversation with Dad.

I take out my red lace lingerie that I prepared earlier this morning and leave with them to take a shower. I know Darius will be upstairs by the time I finish and I have planned this meticulously.

I shower with a rose scented gel and spray Coco Mademoiselle perfume on the tip of my neck hook and wrists.

I stare in the mirror and comb my long black hair, so that it falls over my shoulders in big shiny locks. Then I put on the sexy sleep attire. It is a short sleep gown, reaching to my mid thighs. The upper part is red black see through lace shaped like a bra, it is cut under the breasts and the lower red silk is split into two, uncovering my matching black red lace thong.

I shake my head, smiling. My poor mate doesn’t know what he’s up against.

I open the door and see him lying in bed, covered up to his mid abdomen. He isn’t wearing a shirt, of course. I feel wet only seeing his ripped upper body.

“Took you long enough,” he notes switching the TV off and placing the remote on the side table.

Then he sees me.

I have to admit I have never seen him so lost for words. He doesn’t even blink as his eyes follow my path from the bathroom towards the bed.

As I reach the foot of the bed, I can literally feel his eyes stripping me of my clothing and I suddenly feel so naked and raw.

I reach for a cover and pull it down as I climb onto the bed.

Fixing my pillow, I meet his gaze and my throat gets dry immediately.

His head is lowered, breathing low. His eyes are primal, hungry, raw, and dominant. They are the eyes of an alpha of a wild wolf pack staring into his mate’s eyes.

And I feel something consuming me. Is it fear?

No, I realize. It’s raw passion.

But I won’t give in. I will not lose this bet.

I force myself to lay down and pull a cover over me, hiding the fact I’m turned on as hell.

Finally, he blinks, breaking our eye contact. “You really shouldn’t have worn that if you don’t want to be eaten,” he says in a husky voice and it makes me shiver.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” I whisper gazing into his dark eyes. “I always wear this to bed.”

He inhales sharply, “Oh, please do.” I watch his sharp jaw tighten as he pushes himself toward me.

“What are you doing, little wolf?” I bite my lower lip, teasing him. “We have a bet, don’t we?”

“I don’t care about the stupid bet,” he narrows his gleaming eyes and puts his arm above my pillow, “please let me lose,” he smirks.

“Well,” I rub my head against his lower arm, “if you insist…”

His lips curl and he glowers over me, pulling down my cover painfully slowly.

He watches my breasts, his breathing rugged. “I’ve never wanted something more than I want you.” His voice is manly, rough, and strained. “And I can’t tell you how much I hate being a man of my word right now.”

I frown. “What?”

His eyes scan my uncovered body in slow motion. “Say it so we can get over this.”

I raise my eyebrows. “Say what?”

“Ask me, Lila. Just… ask me to touch you.”

Oh, no you won’t, little Wolfie. I cross my arms and place them under my head for support. “I have to admit I do like to hear you beg me, but I sure as hell ain’t saying those words.”

His sexy lustful eyes shut as he groans. “Oh, I hate you.”

I am enjoying this so much I even decide to pinch his nose. Just for the fun of it.

“No, you don’t, little Wolfie” I say as I do.

He snickers to my gesture, then comes to my ear so close I feel his warm breath. “You want me inside you just as bad as I do.”

I do. But I am not succumbing. I need to show him who is in charge. “Dude, I’m not the one drooling all over you.”

“Dude?” he gently bites my ear, then stuffs his nose in my hair roughly. “I’m your mate. And I want to touch you. Everywhere.”

“Ok, this is playing dirty,” I barely manage to say without moaning. “You lost.”

He groans, eyes shut. “Okay. Be it like that,” he says with relief and then his lips swiftly find my neck, which he gently bites, licks, and kisses, while his two fingertips slowly go down my cleavage, over my breast, down the center of my stomach, until they meet with my lace panties. Then, he groans again, his open palm caressing the fabric, moving slowly toward my lady parts.

I moan in pleasure, the slow pace of his movement killing me. I love our foreplay, but it is so good that I cannot wait for the main course. Being said, it doesn’t make sense, but in my mind it makes perfect sense.

I twist my body in joy as his fingers go under the fabric and touch my wetness.

He moans as well. “I almost forgot how good you felt,” he whispers. “I want to remind myself of the taste as well,” he starts moving down on me, but I don’t want it right now. Having his big body near me and over me feels so… perfect.

I put a gentle hand on his upper arm to stop him. “No,” I whisper, “I want it like this.”

He listens to my wish without further ado. Instead, his lips find mine. Finally. And he tastes heavenly, just like I remember it.

We share gentle kisses at first, loving kisses… and it feels so surprisingly natural, regardless of us being together for such a short time. Then we tease each other with our tongues.

He moves away and sharply licks my semi opened lips, making me yearn for more of him. I take his body with both my hands and pull him towards me, onto me.

I want all of him. Every single inch. And even when he comes on top of me, his body touching mine in great anatomy, I still want more. More of him.

I take his body again and push him gently, giving him a sign that I want to come on top. He smiles lightly, “Bossy today, aren’t you?”

I lift an eyebrow. “I had this dream last night that I want to recreate, so… Let tonight be however I want it,” I say seductively.

He looks at me with loving eyes and, without a word, lays on his back. He places a hand under his head to support it and narrows his almond shaped eyes. “It will be however you want it every night. Always.”

Man, oh, man, do I melt. I try not to show it, though. I still don’t know at which terms I am with him. So far, I’ve noticed he doesn’t have a problem giving me the reigns in the bedroom, but… during day time, he definitely likes to be the almighty master.

Nevertheless, I am too turned on to be able to analyze his persona at the moment, so I sit up, go on top of him, one leg at each side and finally do whatever I think of, knowing I don’t have to hurry.

I kiss his neck, lick his ear, blow into it wet, dirty words full of desire, and then continue down his chest, his shredded abdomen and remove the covers to uncover his…. oh my God, he was fully naked the entire time. Was that his plan to make me lose the bet? Well, he certainly stood a chance.

I go over his hips with my fingertips, teasing him gently. His penis is rock hard, fully erected. I put my lips onto it and lick his tip as if it were my favorite lollipop. He groans.

I lick its edges in adoration, and then suck hard on it, up and down, pulling air. His rugged breathing excites me and I speed up, trying to fit as much of it inside my mouth as I can without gagging.

He groans and gently cups my elbows, lifting me up. I obey as I don’t want this to end too soon.

I sit up and rub my clit against his tip, our liquids mixing in pleasure. I moan and take his hand to place it over my breast, then another one against my derriere. I love feeling his strong hands on me. It could easily be my new favorite feeling in the world.

When I can’t handle it anymore, I let his penis slip inside. And it’s magic.

We moan and groan, twisting and throbbing. The friction feels so good and I increase the speed. I lead my own tempo, enjoying this to the maximum. I feel the orgasm slowly building up, so I deepen the penetration and shorten my movements.

“Lila,” he murmurs, clutching my hips. “You’re killing me,” he tries to slow me down in order to let his building orgasm go away, but I can’t do it, I’m so close, I’m almost there.

It’s hard to move with him holding me, so I whisper into his ear, “Wait… just ten seconds more.”

“I’m gonna come, Lila…”

“Please,” I murmur and as he loosens his grip, I go harder and faster until I explode and fall shakily to his strong, manly chest.

His arms go over my body, from my feet, over my calves, thighs, ass, hips, waist, all the way to my head. Then he caresses my hair and I whisper into his ear. “You can take over now.”

He smiles wickedly, laying a kiss over my lips.

He turns us, making me instantly under him, enjoying my view.

His penis is still inside me as he starts kissing my neck, cupping my breasts. Then he starts moving his hips.

This is going to be a long steamy night…

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