Page 6 of Undesired Mate

I twist the knob on the door and shove it open. The sobbing stops immediately, and she looks up at me expectantly. I pull my chair from underneath the desk and sit down.

“I’m going to give you one last chance to talk before I appease my wolf.”

Looking into her eyes, I search for any sign of speaking. Finding none, I exhale and sit back.

“This could have been somewhat pleasant for you. But now I’m just going to fuck your mouth.”

The defiance in her face all but melts away. She must be close to bursting. Her pussy is begging to be used. Even now, the amount of scent coming off of her makes my wolf grumble with impatience.

Her wolf must also be tearing at her to mate. I know her clit must be swollen with excitement. But even in the face of that, she doesn’t flinch. I exhale sharply.

I’m actually impressed. She must be very strong-willed at the age of eighteen. Also, the fact she could stop her wolf from coming out as a younger woman is unheard of.

“You’re really not going to talk, are you?” I ask rhetorically.

Tensing up, I pounce from the chair and pin her wrists down to the bed. The smell of her heat hits me like a hammer. My head spins to the side at the scent. There’s anger in there. A peppery smell always accompanies it.

It’s meant to be pungent. Fate’s way of expressing itself. But right now, fate will have to wait.

What matters now is the truth. The fact she is withholding that from me is a disrespect that will not go unanswered. Reaching down, I take off my pants. My cock is throbbing painfully. Demanding to be relieved. I keep my boxers on as a barrier of fabric from her.

I want her to feel it. Feel how hard I am for her. How I ache to end her suffering. I stand, knowing she won’t leave. Her gaze is locked on my cock. She reaches out almost absentmindedly to touch the source of her obsession.

I swat her hand away. Seemingly breaking whatever trance she was under.

“You would rather sit here in pain than tell me the truth?” I growl.

Anger boils inside me at her silence.

“What could you possibly have going on that you can’t tell me about?”

My anger fills the room, and she retracts away from it. Through blurry eyes, I see something that I wasn’t prepared for. Fear. Letting my face soften, I fill my lungs until they almost burst.

An elder of the pack taught me this trick. Her words to me ring even more true today. I exhale forcibly and close my eyes.

“Let’s start over, shall we?” my voice is low, but calm. “You are my mate. There isn’t anything either of us can do about that.”

My words must sting. The face she makes would be the same one.

“But I will not mark you until I know the full truth about you. Now, put a pillow down and get on your knees,” I command.

Her head draws back in surprise at my words. Her eyes dart back and forth, searching the room to make sure I am talking to her. I stare at her expectantly. Slowly, she makes her way down from the bed, pillow in hand.

Shoving my boxers down, my cock springs up, already throbbing painfully, demanding relief.

“All you need to do is make sure your teeth stay out of the way. Open your throat,” I order.

When she’s finally on her knees, I close the distance between us and grab her by the sides of her head. She opens her mouth wide and sticks out her tongue to give me full access to her throat.

I plunge my cock as far down her throat as I can. She gags immediately, but I grab the back of her head and make her fight through it. Her fists strike the sides of my legs.

She needs air. But she doesn’t get off that easy. My anger, along with the insatiable desires of my wolf, are at odds. I retractmy cock, sending Clara into a struggle between coughing and breathing.

I allow her to regain some of her composure before I turn her over to my wolf.

Remember, we are not breeding her.I say to the wolf.

I feel his energy fill my body. The overwhelming amount of need shocks me. I understand now why he has been impatient. Containing this amount of energy must be exhausting.

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