Page 31 of Mated on Live

Her beautiful, bright, stormy eyes opened on him, and she sucked again.

Something cracked in his chest. Like lightning striking the surface of the calm ocean, shattering the stillness and heating the air with burning ozone and electricity. The effects were catastrophic, the calm a distant memory, as the reverberation of the strike echoed through him.

His olules all reached for her. Hungry and desperate. His cock throbbed and ached, pressing against the seal of his pants, ovules threatening to rip through the fabric in a desperate desire to reach her. To fuck her. To claim and breed and adore her.

Sophie. His mate. His lov’alel.

She broke the seal of her lips with a pop, letting the olule she captured slide free. It was the one that directly framed his face, her saliva glistening on the tip, showing just how far it had reached towards the back of her throat. Her lips were plump, bright red. She reached for them with a shaking hand – no doubt they were tingling fiercely from the repeated, prolonged sting.

“Serval,” she whispered.

“My mate,” he breathed, taking her face in both hands. “My sweet mate…. You…”

She blinked at him, not understanding immediately. It took a long moment for realization to dawn in her lust fogged eyes. They widened.

“Really?” She breathed. “That was…?”

He nodded, resting his forehead down on hers. “Can you feel it? The difference?”

She shook her head. “I don’t… I don’t think so.”

“I can.” He kissed the tip of her nose. Wanting to adore her. Wanting to devour her. He wanted to defile and love her all at once. It was incredible. The rush of emotion he had for this little creature that was suddenly the center of his universe.

To be triggered by your mate was to have your soul merge with theirs. It was to know, with absolute certainty, that the one who triggered you was your mate. Someone to devote yourself to, who would devote themselves to you in turn.

This wasn’t love. That would come in time. This was something far more basic and primal. And with it came the rush of desire and possessive and the deep, instinctive urge to fuck and breed his female, to plug her channel, to flood her womb with his seed, to keep her there as it swam inside her until he knew his rie grew in her belly.

It was all so sudden and strange, and only knowing she wasn’t ready for the ferocity of his possession and desire kept him from tackling her to the ground right there. Or dragging her into his pool room to claim her in the water, as was proper.

The sudden itch, the urge, to return to Wav’aii struck him like a blow.

His mate didn't have wii. That was dangerous. She couldn’t be healthy if she didn't have wii. And even knowing that, as a human, it wasn’t a requirement for her as it was for him, didn't make him feel any better.

His mate needed her wii. He needed to bring her home.

Chapter 11

Sophie

Making out with his olules? That was the trigger?

It kind of made sense. He considered touching olules to be as intimate as she did a kiss. Combining them together to trigger the mate bond followed as logical. But she hadn’t drawn it into her mouth because she intended to trigger him. She just wanted to suck on the wiggling olule, to feel its sting in her mouth, to feel it reaching for her throat as she imagined it was his cock.

And now he was looking at her like she hung the stars in the sky. Like he was imagining putting her on her knees and ploughing her into the floor. Like she was an angel descended from on high and he was a demon come to seduce her to the depths of hades.

“So, now what?” She asked, when he couldn’t seem to decide between pulling back and grabbing her more. She was kind of cool with either.

“What?” He asked, staring at her mouth as it moved.

“What do we do now? Do we like… consummate or something?”

He blinked once before letting out a loud laugh. He stepped back, shaking his head. “Consummate? What kind of weird things are you saying, lov’alel?”

“It seemed like a reasonable question,” she grumbled, pouting as she crossed her arms. “I don’t know how this mating thing works.”

“It works however we wish it to work. It’s about you and me. There are traditions among my people, of course. And I know humans enjoy wearing rings to announce their mated status.”

“Eh? You know that?”

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