23: It’s a Date

I woke up to an empty bed about four hours later. I stretched, letting my toes curl into the cotton sheets. Nathaniel’s side was still warm, he couldn’t have been gone long. I rolled out of bed, shrugging on a nightie and heading for the coffee machine in my living room.

And there, sitting on the sofa drinking coffee, was Nathaniel. My mate. I never thought I’d be saying that one.

“Good afternoon, sleepyhead. I made you coffee.”

“Music to my ears,” I smiled.

I sank down into the chair next to him, sipping that beautiful cup of brown happiness. “Let me take you for lunch, Effie. Before you head over to the club.”

“It’s a date. I just need to have a shower, get dressed, and then we can head out whenever.”

“Shower quickly, Effie, can’t promise I won’t join you otherwise.”

I giggled… giggled. Nearly 300 years old, and somehow this delicious wolf in front of me has me giggling like a schoolgirl.

“You could just join me, Nathaniel,” I teased as I walked into the bathroom.

“You don’t have to tell me twice,” he growled, appearing behind me, his hands going straight for the hem of my nightie, lifting it over my head.

I spun away from him, dancing, making sure he was watching as I stepped into the shower. He intently watched the water drops run down my face, along my breasts, and down the curve of my spine.

His hands suddenly appeared on my waist, his mouth buried in my neck and his cock rubbing the small of my back.

My head fell backwards onto his shoulder as his hands came up to cup my breasts, squeezing and pinching my nipples. I covered his hands with my own, urging him to squeeze firmer.

“You smell divine,” he growled, dragging his lips along my neck. He let his teeth scrape along the sensitive spot, that slight touch being enough to drive me crazy.

I wound my fingers into his hair, using my grip to hold him exactly where I wanted him. “Effie…” he growled against my skin.

“Nathaniel, I…” my breath caught in my throat and I moaned as he licked that spot he now knew drove me crazy.

I needed this. Fuck the potential ramifications, we could deal with that later.

“Nathaniel, mark me, please,” I groaned, spinning in his arms, moving my wet hair to sweep over my right shoulder, giving him easy access to the left side of my neck.

He froze. “Are you sure?”

“Yes. I need this.”

His eyes met mine, his wolf’s eyes mixing with his. “Effie, I don’t want to do this if you aren’t sure.”

“I’m sure,” I replied, pulling him closer. I jumped into his arms wrapping my legs around his waist. I just needed to suppress my succubus side for a while so the mating was just between my wolf and his.

He groaned, eyes falling closed as he rubbed his tip against my core. I tilted my hips, giving him perfect access to thrust inside me. I buried my mouth in the left side of his neck, his in mine. I felt my canines extend as I felt his do the same.

He walked us backwards until my back bumped into the cold, tiled surface, before starting to thrust into me faster and faster. “Nathaniel, now, please.”

He hesitated for a second, but then I felt his teeth sink into my neck, my walls squeezing around him as my orgasm hit me, and hard. He pulled away from my neck, licking it to seal the wound. He lost his rhythm, thrusting faster and harder as he chased his own release. When he felt my teeth sink into his neck, he groaned, thrusting inside me as deep as he could as he came, staying there whilst he caught his breath.

My head fell backwards against the wall, my breathing still ragged. I was a little sore, and I couldn’t stop myself squirming against him. His head fell forwards into my neck, licking the spot where his mark now sat. He moaned and chuckled as I squirmed, and I could feel him growing hard inside me again.

“Ready to go again so soon, mate?” I teased.

“Always for you,” he whispered, lips meeting mine as he started moving inside me again. We adopted a slow, gentle pace this time, rocking together until we fell apart, both meeting our release at the same time.

He didn’t put me down, and he was still inside me, buried to the hilt.

“You’re insatiable,” I whispered, my voice gravelly and low. “How are you ready to go again?”

“It’s the mate bond, Effie,” he groaned. “I can’t get enough of you.” I moaned as his head dropped down, mouth finding my nipple. His hands moved down my body, grabbing my ass. He was using all of his weight to keep me between his body and the wall.

My back arched, somehow pushing him even deeper inside me.

After another orgasm, and another, we fell into an exhausted pile on my bed.

“Rain check on lunch, Nathaniel,” I groaned. “I don’t think I can stand up yet.”

“I’ll take that as a compliment,” he whispered, nuzzling against my neck.

I laughed, rolling my eyes, my fingers drawing circles on his chest. “It takes two to tango, mate.”

“I’ll never get sick of hearing that word come out of your mouth, Effie.” His fingers were dancing up and down my waist. I gave him a small smile as he leaned down, pressing his lips against mine.

I moaned beneath him, eyes falling closed. “Nathaniel, as much as I could do this all day, I need to get to the club, I’m already running late.” I wiggled out from under him, standing and looking around for my clothes.

He pouted. “Fine, but I’m coming with you.”

I looked back at him, one hand on my hip. “Are you sure that’s a good idea, Nathaniel?”

His face said he wasn’t going to give up.

“Fine. But if you don’t behave, I’m not against throwing my mate out of my club.”

“Sir, yes, sir,” he smirked, giving a mock salute.