Chapter 32 MATED
I wake with a stirring that is very unfamiliar to me. My chest heaves from my heavy breaths and my body is drenched in sweat. I sit up in bed quickly, trying to regain my breath.
The room is dark, but with my werewolf sight I am still able to see somewhat. I reach for the lamp on the nightstand and switch it on. With my arm I wipe away the residue that has formed on my head and look at the body rising and falling soundly beside me. Samuel seems to be completely at rest while my mind is still reeling from my dream.
It is so vivid i can recall every touch and tingle on my body. His hot breath on my skin, the little love bites. My thoughts hit me like a ton of bricks.
Even in my just awoken state I still yearn for him.
I begin to panic. I know I need to get away from him before something really bad happens that I can never take back. I am mentally not ready to mate him but my body is saying something completely different. I am in turmoil with myself.
I force myself to the bathroom, fighting the pull I have to Samuel. Every part of me wants to run back to him, but I can't allow myself to do that.
Closing the bathroom door I slide down to the floor and bring my knees to my chest. I rest my head against them.
What am I going to do? I think. My wolf needs her mate and she is driving me crazy.
My eyes drift to the shower and an idea hits me. Don't people normally take showers where they are in similar situations like mine and can't do anything about it? It is supposed to kill the need.
Well it certainly won't hurt to find out. After the shower I am not any better off than I was before. I am wet and cold and still want my mate. Nothing is going to help me here.
If only I had a distraction.
Again the pull worsens and it nearly drags me to the door. Desire courses through me and my body tingles everywhere.
I freeze when a knock comes to the door.
Samuel is awake. "Grace?" he calls. "Are you okay?"
His voice sounds strained and it puzzles me. Is something wrong with him too?
"Y-yeah, I'm fine. I was just taking a shower."
His voice reveals his puzzlement. "At two A.M?"
He knows something is up and I don't know how to respond. There isn't a good enough reason for why I have locked myself up in the bathroom to escape him.
After a short silence he speaks up again, this time with a stronger tone. "You had the dream didn't you?"
He knows about the dream? How?
"I had it too," he adds, answering his unspoken question.
Oh. Then he knows exactly what is bothering me; down to every last detail.
"Is that normal?" I ask, trying to keep my voice from giving away how I feel.
"Yes. It's our wolves. It starts with the dream and then they start controlling our thoughts. It only gets worse until we complete the mating process. It's the last thing that happens before our wolves give in to each other."
I swallow. The last thing?
A burning sensation coming from my mark offers a brief distraction from our situation. I gasp and cover it with my hand. A whimper escapes my lips.
"What's happening? The mark...it hurts."
"That's what happens when you start denying your wolf of what she needs. It's like a consequence in a way."
So she is also working against me. Isn't anyone on my side?
"Come out so I can help you," he says.
I take a step back. "I'm not so sure that's a great idea given the circumstances."
I cry out in pain again at the painful burn on my collar bone. It feels worse than the one before.
"Grace, you're only hurting yourself. I can make it better."
I am not sure I would like what he has to say, but I am willing to hear him out.
"How?"
"My presence will ease the pain," he answers.
"And the need?"
He pauses for a long minute before replying. "It will continue."
So it is hopeless. One way or another we are going to mate. Fate will see to that. There is no fighting it and no way avoiding it this time. I have run from the inevitable for too long and it has come back to bite me in the butt.
"Grace?" he voice says softly.
My body jerks forward of its own accord causing me to gasp out in surprise. My hand reaches for the door. I grow nervous. As soon as the only thing separating us is gone I have no idea what I am going to do.
Samuel knocks again. "Open the door."
It is as if he has given me an order because I immediately do as he has said. My hand twists the bronze colored knob and throws open the door.
He stands before me with interchanging eye colors. He is fighting his wolf too. He knows what can happen. He steps forward and pulls me into his arms. They tighten around me possessively.
I moan at the electric current that passes through me at our touch. His lips brush against my heated skin just over the claim. I moan again and clench his toned arms.
"Better?" he asks.
I can't speak through my heavy breaths so I nod in response. I crave him more now than I did before. I try to pull away from him, but my body won't allow it and neither does he.
He places another gentle kiss on my neck, just enough to tease me and yearn for more. My legs weaken under me and give way. He holds me firmly in his arms, keeping me from falling.
"Come back to bed." His soft and seductive tone breaks down the last of my wall. I am suddenly soft in his hands.
"I-I...I..." I fumble for words.
"Yes?" he questions. "Tell me what you want."
I am well aware of what I want and so is my wolf.
Tell him. She urges.
"You. I want you," I answer.
He seems surprised by my words. "You do? You're not fighting it anymore?"
I shake my head and try to stand on my own again. "No. It's a losing battle and I will never win. So, with that revelation, Samuel, I surrender myself to you completely. I want you to mate me, now."
His eyes darken completely at my words and he looks me straight in the eye, as if looking for more approval, but my eyes are weak.
With his hands he hauls me into the bed then kisses me passionately, and I kiss back. I can feel his member getting harder by the minute, while my honeypot pulsates rhythmically, yearning for him.
He chooses to tease me, first by licking my body, slowly but surely going down from the head to the neck, then he takes his time with the boobs. His mouth is on one of them as his hand fiddles with the other. Meanwhile my hands get hold of his stiff member and I can't help but moan in anticipation.
His tongue is now on my navel, and I am now twitching restlessly, begging him to take me, but he takes his time. I am no longer holding his member because he is now in a different angle.
Finally his tongue reaches my honeypot, and I almost get lost in pleasure.
“Please, Samuel, do it now.... " I plead.
He hears my prayers because right then I feel his member slowly penetrating me, as he slides into the well lubricated s
elf. I feel a little pain as he breaks my hymen, then he thrusts deep into me, swallowing me up in an inexplicable bliss.