Page 20 of Stuck With His Mate

I make my way to Alyssa to get checked up.

Alyssa is stumped by my vitals.

“How do you feel, Lina?” She asks for the eleventh time by my count.

“Good. I can honestly say I have never felt better in my entire life. You have no idea how shocked I was to see myself outrun Paco and Brendan. But this is all because of my bite right?”

I raise my pants to take another look at it, it is healed over and there is almost no trace of the teeth marks that once stood out in stark contrast to the rest of my skin.

“That’s the thing Lina, you should be getting sicker. In all the cases I’ve seen, the bite wound doesn’t heal. Every single case.”

I am just as confused as she is.

“What is this Lina? Who bit you?” Alyssa is worried and her tone suggests something is wrong.

Her question confuses me and I answer her with a question myself. “ Uhh…The rogue?”

“No, I mean this.”

She puts her hand on my neck, where Williem had sunk his teeth into the nape of my neck while giving me a mind blowing orgasm.

“Oh, that was Williem. It was earlier today, during…you know?” I tell her, flushing as I relive the memory for a split second in my head.

“Do you know what it means?”

“I didn’t think it meant anything significant. Does it?” I am slightly worried it could mean something for my chances of surviving this change.

A smile breaks out on Alyssa's face and she is now excited, worry evaporating from her. “It means he has marked you Lina. As his mate.” She tells me with a huge smile.

I don’t know if I should confront him about it. I think about it for a second, before deciding that I actually don’t mind. If Williem wants to mark me as his mate, then maybe that is what I am.

His mate!

She finally lets me go after more tests, and I promise to come see her the moment I feel anything other than okay.

After the celebration and feast for the newly promoted pack members, I excuse myself and leave the party early.

I wait for Williem to come help me take care of my need for his touch. I wait for a couple of hours, even watching a movie to ignore it but it doesn’t help.

Dressed in only a shirt and panties, I make my way to my room to take care of myself, feeling the cool draft against my legs, hoping my self-pleasure will quench the heat that is constantly burning in me in the time after I was bitten by the rogues. It was relentless, intensifying everyday.

Running my hands over my shirt feels good against my nipples. It starts a tingling I can feel deep in my belly.

I take my time, not rushing so I can enjoy every second of it. If I can’t have Williem right now, I’m going to have a hell of an orgasm instead.

I suck on two fingers of my left hand before I dip under the waistband of my panties, finding my clit easily. Pinching my right nipple through my shirt, I start rubbing deep massaging circles into my clit with my fingers.

“Oh god!” I moan, enjoying every second of this. My fingers leave my clit for a moment to slip inside of me, pressing down on my nub with the heel of my palm as I slide them back and forth in me.

I am trying to find my way to my peak when I hear Williem come into the house. He must be coming from a ranging fight because he heads straight to the shower.

I continue my motions, slightly annoyed at him for not being here when I need his touch; it is irrational I know, but I can’t help what I feel.

I move my hand and fingers faster and faster but fulfillment stays just out of reach. It’s so frustrating that I barely notice when Williem makes his way to my door, opening it and standing looking at me.

He has only a towel on. You must have rushed out of the shower after hearing me. Where were you all this while?

“This is your fault.” I moan out. “I can’t come and it’s your fault.”

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