Page 19 of Stuck With His Mate

I move my lips to hers to cut off the sound of her orgasm arriving. She screams into my mouth as I take her to her peak, writhing and twisting in my grip.

With a force reminiscent of a speeding car the wolf pushes me to mark her. To initiate the first half of the mating ritual and claim her as mine.

Ours!

I had fought against this instinct for so long but not anymore. I think about the unmated pack mates and juveniles constantly around her, the rogues and everyone else. I want them all to know she is mine. My mate. Mine and nobody else’s.

I break our kiss with Angelina still in the grip of her orgasm, moving my mouth to her neck. My canines grow sharper and longer. I carefully spread my jaws around the nape of her neck, and sank my canines into her.

They slide in like knives through butter, breaking through her skin painlessly.

My bite pushes Angelina into another orgasm, feeling me with pride at the realization that my bite does this for my mate.

It takes a couple of minutes before her shaking stops and all that’s left is a jerk and shiver as I slip out my fingers from her pussy, and my fangs from the nape of her neck.

“Mmmmm. Absolutely delicious.” I comment, tasting her juices soaking my fingers.

“Taste yourself.”

Angelina joins her lips to mine, tasting her essence on my tongue, and the image of it is so erotic I almost want to postpone the trials so I can have Angelina all to myself the whole day, but common sense prevails.

I help her to her feet, buttoning her shirt back up. Helping her get dressed feels so domestic. It is soothing and leaves me with a pleasant and indescribable feeling. She helps me pat down my scattered hair as I arrange her curls.

I look at my mark on her neck as she buttons up her pants and with a pleased growl the wolf lets his contentment be heard.

“Mine.” I told her. “You are mine. I want to hear you say it, Angelina.”

“I am yours.” She breathes out, and I feel like I am sitting on top of the world.

Chapter 7

Angelina

One more bar. Just one more!

“Yes!” I shout, pulling myself over the last rung of the ladder and then falling to my knees in ecstatic victory.

I turn to the watching crowd, and I give a full bow in response to their whistles and applause. I had just completed an obstacle course meant for full blooded sentinels and I was the third person to finish.

Although I had slightly lagged behind in the rock-climbing and the obstacle course; those had required physical strength, something I wasn’t blessed with, I had made my recovery in the full on sprint and the ladder climbing, shocking even myself with my speed.

Alyssa runs up to me, lifting me up in the air and spinning me around.

“You did it!” She screams and I echo it by letting out a scream of my own.

This felt so good. I had run almost 3 miles in the last lap but I could run 10 more. I felt amazing and I didn’t know how or why, but I wasn’t going to question it.

I receive hugs and congratulations from pack members of different groups. Most of the congratulations come with the recurring question, how?

I look for Williem and I see him far off, a grin threatening to split his face in two. This felt amazing.

Sierra splits off from the group of sentinels watching, and approaches me. Full hips swaying side to side, her hair flutters in the wind until she comes to a stop in front of me.

“Congratulations human girl. I didn’t know you had it in you.” She extends her hand to me and although we haven’t had a warm conversation before, I grip it firmly, eager to leave all that behind me.

“Thank you. I appreciate it.”

“Yes, you should. I’m impressed.” She walks away and I can’t help but feel some form of whiplash at the short exchange we had just had.

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