My Possessive Mate

MILLY

I woke up to rough hands and big arms wrapping around me, warm and somehow welcoming.

Lips touched my forehead, and it felt like I could have melted if it wasn’t for the ice-cold fresh air I was taken out to from the car.

I groaned softly, my hand touching the hard chest I was resting against now.

I was too tired to do anything. Too many things going through my mind. Too many feelings. Too many thoughts.

My eyes opened when light came over me, and I gasped at the sight of a massive, old but beautiful mansion. Almost like a castle.

“Where are we?”

“Home,” Ryder replied, and I shivered from the cold. He seemed to notice as he held me tighter and closer.

Natalie. ~

“Where’s my sister?”

“With Duncan. She’s okay, asleep still,” he replied, and I guessed Duncan was the small boy.

He walked up the stone steps and through the two massive doors. I gaped at the ceiling of beautiful golden paintings of angels and other beings.

The walls were half wallpaper and half dark oak. The floor was wooden. And there were cabinets and other paintings against the walls. A big door that was open led to what looked like a lounge.

We passed it, and I noticed it was very nice in there too.

When we got to the stairs, I moved an arm around his neck so I could keep looking around.

“Milly,” he grumbled, and I looked at him, his eyes looking right back into mine.

“You’ll have time to look around after,” he finished, and I looked away from him as we walked through a doorway and into a big room.

My eyes widened at how open and big it was. A massive king-sized bed. A study desk. A lounge in the corner with cupboards of books.

“You think you can keep us? My father will call the police,” I said as he sat me on the bed. “And they’ll hunt us down until we’re found and brought home again.”

“They can’t find you, and you belong to me now,” he replied, kneeling down a little to my height.

“I’m not yours.”

“You are mine. Only mine,” he replied, standing with his hands on my shoulders.

I gasped as he pushed me back and hovered over me.

“Always mine,” he growled lowly as I stared back at him. I shook my head softly and then closed my eyes as his hand ran through my hair.

“No,” I whimpered, hitting his chest as I felt his other hand grip my panties. All I was wearing were them and my bed hoodie.

He growled and gripped my hair a little.

“You’re not going to get away with this.”

“I just want to mate,” he whispered, lowering his lips against my jaw. Sparks erupted in my stomach, my gut, and chest.

But they faded quickly when the realization hit. This was the kid who hurt me in school. To throw me against the wall. Bash me at lunch. Steal my food. Push my books to the ground. Harass me.

I hit his chest again, and he stopped kissing me to look into my eyes.

“It’s been four years, and what an angel you’ve grown up to be,” he whispered. I hit him again as his lips kissed mine hard.

“No,” I managed as he gripped my wrists and held them down on either side of my head.

His mouth moved over mine, and I tried shaking my head, but he only moved to my neck.

“Ryder.” I tried moving my legs together, but he pushed one of his in between. “You can’t do this to me. Please.”

“I’m a werewolf, Milly. And you’re my mate. I need to do this.”

What the hell did he take?

“No, you don’t.” I shook my head desperately as he looked back at me. “You need sleep more than anything. Whatever you’re on, it’s best to sleep it off,” I said, but he only started laughing.

He held his head down, his face in between my breasts.

“I’m so happy the Goddess gave you to me.”

Oh my Lord. ~

I stared at him as he looked back at me.

“Now, you best go with this or it’ll hurt more,” he said, and I shook my head, tried closing my legs again, but his knees opened them up as his hands still held mine down.

“Ryder! I swear to God—”

“What could you do?” he asked, making me lost for words. “I’m going to let go of your hands, but you hit me or you fight and I’ll have to tie you up, clear?” he asked, and I nodded softly, swallowing.

He let go of my wrists slowly before he had them running over my stomach under the hood. I swallowed again as he pulled it up and over my head. I moved my arms to cover my breasts, but he pushed them away softly.

“Don’t,” he whispered, and I felt my gut start to ache as well as my head and chest. I shuddered a little at his touch, warm and comfortable but rough at the same time.

“What’s going to happen to me and my sister? Are you going to lock us up? Rape us whenever you wish?”

“Rape?” he questioned as he stood off the bed. “I’ve never raped anyone and never will.”

“What the fuck are you going to do now?!” I yelled, sitting up as he pulled off his shirt.

I looked away from his muscles, abs, toned skin, and perfect body. The kind of body I’d dig for, the kind I wouldn’t say no to, but so much has happened today and tonight.

“I don’t want to rape you, but—”

“But what?! You can’t help it?”

“I can’t help it!” he yelled back, and I closed my eyes tight as he stood in front of me, close—naked in all his beautiful glory.

“My wolf has control.”

“Y-Your wolf?!” I shouted and hit his chest again, but he caught my fist. “I hate you so much!”

“No, you don’t!” he yelled back and forced me down again. “I don’t want to rape you, Milly. I don’t want it like this, so please, give it to me.” He closed his eyes tight for a moment as he grunted. “I’m struggling here!”

“Fuck you.”

“Shut up or you’re going to get hurt!”

“This is all your fault!” I screamed at him while crying, and he buried his face into the crook of my neck.

“Ryder! Please,” I begged as he pushed my legs out with his. I flinched back as his staff came to my entrance.

“Beg me,” he whispered in my ear. “Beg me to stop. It’s the only way he’ll listen.”

“Who?” I asked and then cried out as his hand tightened around my shoulder.

I screamed out as I felt daggers dug into my arm, but it wasn’t daggers. It was teeth—his teeth—and I could feel his tongue against my skin.

“Ryder! Stop! Please.” I cried. “Please, it hurts. It hurts so much,” I sobbed, and he pulled away from my arm slowly but continued to lick it.

I looked down at him, saw blood on the sheets and my arm. I sniffed when the pain ended, and I slowly moved my hand over it as he rolled next to me and stared up at the ceiling.

I sat up slowly, my hand touching it, and it was sensitive. I winced a little before I looked at the damage, but there was no more blood, no wound apart from a darkened imprint.

It was like a wolf. One howling, and it looked like a really well-done tattoo, but only brown.

“What the hell’s this?” I asked without looking at him. The bed shifted a little as he sat up and ran his thumb over it softly.

“It was the only thing I could do to take control again. I’m sorry, Milly. You have no idea how hard that was.”

“How did you do this?” I asked, staring at him.

“It’s just a mark. The first part of werewolf mating is marking. My wolf was ready to mate with you—”

“You’re losing me,” I cut him off and noticed his eyes run down for a moment. I looked down and turned away from him, moving my arms across my breasts.

“Don’t hide, please,” he whispered, touching my shoulder.

I flinched away, and he let go. “I’m a werewolf. You’re my mate. We belong together.”

“Ryder, I don’t know what fucked up shit you’ve taken, but I’m ready to go home,” I replied, and he snickered loudly as he stood up.

I glanced at him but then looked away as he put on his underpants again and threw me mine. I stood and turned away from him as I put them on and then went to get my hoodie, but he was walking away with it.

“That’s mine.”

“You won’t need it. You’ll get too hot,” he said, and I turned away from him again as he turned back after putting my hoodie on a cabinet.

I looked up when the lights suddenly turned off before I touched the bedframe and moved around the bed.

“I’m not sleeping with you.”

“Yes, you are,” he growled, and I jumped at how close he was.

“Ryder!” I snapped when he picked me up and put me on the bed. He moved over me, the sheets going over both of us.

“Kiss me and I’ll kick you in the balls,” I gritted, and I saw the outlines of a smirk.

“And that would hurt me?” he asked, and then pushed his body onto mine. I gasped at his weight before his lips were moving against my jaw.

“Can I have what you’ve got?” I asked, and he chuckled softly.

“Maybe in the future,” he replied before his mouth touched mine hard. His hands touched my breasts, warm and comfortable.

I moved into the kiss, reaching my tongue out for his. It touched before he licked my top lip.

I let out a soft breath.

What the fuck just happened? ~

I feel like I’m not in control, like I’ve got a demon within wanting him just as much as he wanted me.

I looked at him as he stared back. He moved in to kiss me again, but I turned my head and he got my cheek. He grunted a little but then stopped and moved next to me, keeping his arms around me tight.