Mated To The Mafia Werewolves

Chapter 62



“Blaze…”

“Cole,” He let out, teasing her lips.

“Cole,” Arabella murmured. She wound her hands around his neck and pushed herself into him.

Blaze grasped her backside, squeezing, and her eyes rolled into her head at the warm sensation that flooded through her.

Arabella felt her centre dampened with her juice, and she wanted more.

She pushed Blaze until he was sitting on the couch, and she sat straddling him.

She yanked off her clothes, leaving only her bra on, and kissed him.

Blaze knew he should stop. If he didn’t, he might do something he’d regret.

But he couldn’t bring himself to do so.

His hands moved into her hair, and he groaned.

Arabella’s hand moved to the back of her bra to unhook it as she believed it was causing more obstruction. She wanted to feel Blaze’s body on her.

She wanted him to touch her. And he seemed to be hesitating. She took the initiative and didn’t stop, as he didn’t stop her.

“Wait.” Blaze peeled his lips from her, gripping her hand. “Don’t.”

Arabella furrowed her eyebrows, “Why not?”

“I don’t think it’s right.”

“What do you mean?” Arabella asked, blinking away the haziness in her mind created by the kiss.

Blaze let out a groan and gently removed Arabella from his lap. “You might regret what is about to happen.”

He didn’t want her. He didn’t! If he did, he would never give an excuse.

Arabella had assumed it was time for him to do what she wanted; she didn’t know he was more reserved than she thought.

And she was mad at him. He was fucking rejecting her, Albeit indirectly.

It was still rejection.

“Are you implying I am too forward?” She asked.

“I’m not saying that. I’m just saying we should take things slowly. I do not want to force you.” Blaze said. He seemed frustrated suddenly.

“You are not forcing me,” Arabella said slowly, whereas what she wanted to do was the opposite.

She wanted to snap and rave at him that she wanted it, which was why she was letting it happen. But she doubted Blaze would see reason.

“Hey…” Blaze began, but she cut him off.

“Suit yourself, Blaze.” She stood from the chair and slapped his hand that moved to grip hers.

“Arabella.”

Arabella made a beeline to the bedroom, ignoring his call.

“Shit!” Blaze let out. “I fucked it up, right Red?”

“You did,” Red growled. “You don’t say that to a woman that feels the same way as you and not your mate. You should mark her and think about the consequences later!”

Red was right in some sense, but he couldn’t do it. Arabella needed to know what was going on if he wanted to have her as his.

He was keeping too many secrets from her. He believed starting by telling her some of the things he was keeping from her would be better.

Blaze stood and moved towards the door.

A while later, he stood observing Arabella curled up on the bed.

He watched her for a few seconds, and as she didn’t move to gaze at him or yell that he had left her alone like earlier, he assumed she was sleeping.

“Cole…”

Blaze halted in his tracks as he heard his name. He glanced towards the bed and realised she was staring back at him.

She leaned forward, and her eyes bored into him.

“I didn’t know you were awake.” He said, walking towards her.

Arabella sat up straight and shrugged. “I didn’t know I could stay awake thinking about irrelevant things.” She muttered the last part of herself.

But Blaze heard her. He sighed, brushing a hand through his hair. “See, about earlier, I am sorry. I didn’t mean to…”

“Save it! ” Arabella snapped. she held out her palms And shot him a glare. “I don’t want to talk about it.”

“Fine,” Blaze mumbled.

He didn’t know why she was mad at him. He was only trying to protect her.

“Perhaps, she needs no protection from you. You are the least dangerous person to her, and she is your mate.” Red said.

Frustrated, Blaze gripped his hair. Before stepping towards her.

Despite the scowl on her face, he walked towards her and sat on the bed.

As soon as he did, Arabella sat up and climbed from the bed. She tightened the rope of the robe around her and gripped a pillow before making her way out of the room.

“Wait,” Blaze said.

Arabella ignored him and stepped towards the door.

Blaze stood abruptly and whooshed to the door, clutching her hand before she could grip the handle.

He yanked her backwards and pushed her against the wall. “I told you to fucking wait.”

“And I chose not to!” She yelled, attempting to yank her hand away from him.

“I said I am sorry!”

“I don’t want to hear about it!” She shot back. “And let me go; I do not want to be in your presence right now.”

Blaze grimaced, but he didn’t let her go. “Why?”

“You irk me.” She gritted her teeth.

“Stop acting like a child, Bella. I didn’t want to take advantage of you. that was why I stopped; else, I want you so bad. I want to fuck you and make you mine! But I don’t want to have you forcefully.”

Blaze paused. He let out a breath and inhaled, which he regretted as Arabella’s scent wafted into his nostril, invading his sense.

“I want you, Arabella, but I don’t want to be Alessandro. Perhaps, I am a hypocrite if I try to act better than he is. But believe me, I didn’t intend to brush you off.”

“Prove to me you want me.” Arabella challenge. She gripped his shirt and stood on tiptoes, “Make me a woman, Blaze. I want you to do everything you have in mind without holding back.”

Blaze sucked in a deep breath. His mouth moved closer to her. “Are you certain about this? I can’t stop if it happens.”

Arabella nodded. “I am certain.”

And she watched as his once toffee eyes darkened and then turned golden. She couldn’t glance away from them.

“Then, I am not holding back.” He growled, tugging her into him.

Arabella gasped and smiled as his lips closed on her once more.

Her body melted into his, and she let his mouth do the magic it was doing on her.


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