13. Mated to my Werewolf
Oliver
Despite all that had happened and the exhaustion that came with it, I still called my daughters and told them everything.
Well, I skipped over the kinky parts, obviously. Figging a werewolf, realizing I was definitely into being a Dom, the ridiculous amount of sheets we’d ruined this week.
But I did tell them about being kidnapped in the middle of the night, fated mates bonds, and about their mother. The three of us had cried together, all while Steel rubbed my back, never leaving my side.
It was already past nine in the morning, and we were tired physically, mentally, and in our souls.
“I’m going to sleep like the dead,” I said, lying back in bed. Steel hesitated, but I patted the mattress next to me. “Please come lay down with me.”
“Okay.” He crawled into bed and drew me close, spooning my body. “The last twelve hours have been hell, Oli . . . If you want me to give you some space—”
“No,” I said immediately. “Space is the last thing I want or need. I want you here with me. I meant what I said.”
I turned over to face him, gripping his chest fur.
“I want for us to be mated,” I said. “I was scared. I was scared and holding onto the past. After everything with Alia, I've held onto this guilt.”
Steel frowned. “You felt guilty?”
“I did.” I swallowed hard, struggling to speak for a moment.
I took a deep breath, steadying myself. “I’ve held onto the thought that maybe I didn't deserve to move on and be happy. And the truth is, calling it moving on isn't really right. I’m never going to move on. But I will grow and find happiness. I will fight for a future where I’m happy and loved and that future has you in it. If you'll have me.”
“Of course I'll have you,” Steel sniffled. “We don't need to rush anything if you are not ready though. We have forever, Oli.”
“I want this. I want you to mate me.”
“N-now?” he stuttered, his brows shooting up.
I nodded and planted my hands on my chest. I shoved him over and straddled his hips, looking down at him.
“Only if you want,” I said. “I do remember you telling me you needed to be lying down since blood makes you faint. Although, you did so well at the cafe when all that happened.”
He offered me a wolfish grin, his hands settling on my hips. “Yeah, well. I couldn’t faint then and worry you. Did you know you’re the most perfect thing to have ever happened to me?”
All my worries were melting away. I grinned and leaned down, kissing him hard on the mouth.
His tongue slid against mine, and I moaned, getting lost in the feel of his body against me.
He rocked his hips, and I heard the shuffle of clothing as he kicked it off the bed.
He tugged at my clothes and I broke our kiss, quickly stripping.
His heavy cock slapped against my lower back.
“Gods, I can’t believe we have anything left in us,” he rasped.
“Me neither,” I said, amazed.
But I was hard for him already. Hard and needy.
“I want to be riding your cock as you bite me,” I huffed. “I want you to knot me.”
He grabbed my face, steadying me for just a moment. “Are you sure? Are you sure about both? You haven’t taken my knot yet, and it’s a lot.”
“I’m absolutely sure—I know I can take it. I want your fangs in my neck and your knot in my ass.”
“Okay.” He nodded as his eyes glistened.
My heart squeezed as a tear slid down his cheek, and I leaned down, wiping it away.
“My sweet werewolf,” I whispered. “Please mate me, Steel.”
I reached for a bottle of lube, and after a moment of preparing ourselves, guided the head of his cock to my hole. I missed the feel of him stretching me, and gods I needed it. I needed it so fucking bad after the night we’d had.
“I need you inside me now,” I demanded.
“Please,” he whimpered.
I eased back, taking his first couple inches. Steel’s face contorted with pleasure, his hips rocking as he gave me more.
“Fuck, you feel good,” he gasped.
His thick, veiny shaft pulsed inside me, and I took every inch until I was fully seated against his knot.
“I really want to take this knot,” I said.
I was determined to.
He cursed under his breath, but then thrust up, the swollen ball pushing against me.
I started to bounce up and down on his cock, groaning as I got lost in the waves of bliss drowning us both.
My cock was hard against his abdomen, my heart pounding.
Our tongues tangled in a wet kiss, our desperation buzzing.
“Here comes my knot,” he warned.
“Fuck.”
My grip on his fur tightened right as his knot pressed against my hole. He pushed his hips up, forcing it inside me. I sucked in a breath as it popped in, my eyes going wide.
We were locked together now.
It felt so good. I’d never been this full before, and having him inside me . . . all of him . . .
“You feel so good,” I rasped.
Steel’s claws traced up my spine, and he grabbed the back of my neck, drawing our foreheads together. “Last chance,” he whispered. “Are you sure you want us to be mated?”
“Yes. I want this. I love you, Steel.”
“I love you too.”
And in the same breath, his fangs sank into the softest part of my shoulder, and I let out a soft howl. Pain was immediately replaced by pleasure, and instinctively I knew what to do.
I leaned in, biting the base of his neck until I felt his skin give.
Yes, yes, yes.
Something snapped to life inside my chest. A warm fluttering, a connection that ran so deep it was difficult to comprehend. I could feel his pleasure rushing through me. His thoughts. His feelings.
Hope filled me, chasing away all the dark clouds that had been in my mind for so long, reminding me that I wasn’t alone.
I never had to be alone again.
I was mated to my werewolf.
Steel smiled up at me, his body relaxing beneath me. All we could do was grin at each other.
“Thank you,” I said.
“For what?”
“For showing me that I deserve to be loved again.”
Steel’s arms wrapped around me and I cuddled against his chest, feeling our special bond beat like a heart.
I fell asleep just like that, happy and content, in the arms of my fated mate.