72
Jane
I never imagined I’d spend two nights in my mate’s bed. Vishal was unbelievably sweet, and the way he pleasured me left me sore, too sore to even stand.
Lazily, I stared at him sleeping peacefully, admiring the beauty of a man who felt like God’s own creation. Too handsome. Too perfect. And somehow, he was mine.
This man that every woman would want - he chose me.
My mate.
“I suppose you’re satisfied with the way you got fucked,” Amber’s voice slithered into my thoughts. “It’s my turn now.”
What was she talking about?
“What do you mean, Amber?” I asked my wolf. “I don’t understand what you want.”
She laughed in a way that made me nervous. “Stop acting like you don’t know, Jane. You hear me perfectly. Don’t be selfish. We both share this mate. He’s not just yours. I want my time with him too. I can feel his wolf better than you can feel him.”
My anger started burning in my chest. My wolf always knew how to make me mad. Right now, I was afraid she might take control of my body and throw herself at Vishal. She wouldn’t care that I was still hurting.
“Amber, please,” I said, trying to calm her down. “I can’t right now. My body is still sore. Don’t be angry with me. When I feel better, you can have what you want.”
She was quiet for a moment, then made an annoyed sound. “Fine. But only this time. You promised me. Next time, I get to take control.”
“Thank you, darling,” I whispered back. Slowly, she crawled back into the recess of my mind, and I returned my attention to my sleeping mate. He was so cute, I wanted to pinch his cheeks, but I held back. I didn’t want to wake him.
I leaned back against the bed and sighed softly.
“You’re awake, beautiful,” Vishal said, opening his eyes and stretching.
“Yes, love.” I smiled at him. Not just because he was mine, but because the Moon Goddess had given me a second chance at love. She gave me the perfect mate - handsome, strong, and everything I had prayed for.
“Did you sleep well?” he asked, putting his head on my leg like a little boy.
I couldn’t help myself - I pinched his cheeks gently. “You’re so cute when you wake up.”
He laughed and moved closer to me. I could feel that he wanted me again, but my body needed rest.
“You need to control yourself,” I said with a tired laugh. “You’re not getting anything for a while. I’m too sore.”
“But baby,” he whispered, pained, “I can’t help myself when I’m with you. I’ll never get enough. I need you so much.”
I shook my head. “Stop. Try to control yourself. Let’s take it slow. I’m yours, and no one’s taking me away.”
I saw tears in his eyes, and it made my heart soft. My mom had told me this would happen - mates never want to let go once they find each other. She was right. My body needed rest, but my heart wanted to make him happy.
“Okay, love,” he muttered quietly. “I won’t hurt you just to make myself feel good. We can wait.”
I felt so relieved. “Thank you. You’re such a wonderful mate.”
I picked up my phone. “I need to call June,” I muttered. “She’s probably worried about me.”
June answered right away. “Well, well. Someone finally remembered I exist,” she said, but I could hear she was teasing.
“I’m sorry!” I laughed. “How are you doing?”
“I’m fine. Sharon told me what happened with Mr. Mark,” June said angrily. “I don’t know why she even bothered telling me. Who cares about that horrible man?”
I could feel how angry she was through the phone. If I hadn’t stopped her that day at work, she would have hurt him badly.
“How is he now?” I asked softly.
“Hopefully suffering,” she said with hate in her voice. “Why did you let him live? We should have made him pay for what he did.”
Her words made me feel sad. Was I weak for not wanting revenge? Did I show mercy to a bad man just because I didn’t want to become like him?
After we finished talking, I felt better knowing June was okay.
“Baby,” Vishal said, playing with my hair. “Let’s go out today. I want to show you off to the world.”
I wanted to say no - I was so tired. But then he gave me those puppy dog eyes that always made me weak.
“Fine,” I said with a smile. “But first, I really need a shower.”
“We could shower together,” he suggested with a grin.
“Vishal!” I laughed, hitting his arm playfully. “You promised to behave.”
“I am behaving,” he said innocently. “I just want to wash your back. Nothing more.”
I looked into his eyes and saw the truth there. He really did just want to take care of me. “Okay, but you have to promise to be good.”
“I promise,” he said, crossing his heart like a child.
In the shower, he was gentle and sweet. He washed my hair carefully and massaged my sore shoulders. It felt so good to be cared for this way. Not just wanted, but truly loved.
“I could do this every day for the rest of my life,” he stated softly, running his fingers through my wet hair.
“What? Wash my hair?” I asked with a smile.
“Take care of you,” he said seriously. “Love you. Make you happy. Be the man you deserve.”
My heart felt so full it might burst. “You already are that man, Vishal. You already make me happier than I ever thought possible.”