89. I Want You To Want Me.

You get a free chapter, because I messed up and somehow uploaded the chapter twice.

I pressed published, but the chapter was still in my drafts, so i figured it didn't upload yet.

anyway..... Can you also let me know if you've read chapter 84? Otherwise I'll add it as a free chapter as well. Hopefully my editor will respond quickly and will remove the chapter and unblock chapter 84.

Isaac’s pov

As much as I was adamant on getting Emmy to realize her pleasure would come first, it didn’t mean that I wasn’t affected when she touched me.

I felt on the verge of exploding in my pants, and I needed a release, especially after smelling Emmy’s arousal.

She might not realize it, but she was feeling the effects of the mate bond. Apparently my words did something my hands had not been able to do yet; they actually turned her on.

I went inside the shower, grabbing my hard dick with my hand and closing my eyes. I imagined eating my mate out, making her moan my name, and for a second, I swear, I could smell her scent with me in the shower.

Damn, she smelled good, and it was enough for me to cum.

When I cleaned myself and the wall, I stepped out of the shower into the room wearing some warmer clothes. While I wouldn’t mind staying in this room the whole day, we came here for a purpose, and I wanted to help my grandparents.

The sooner Emmeline was done assisting my grandparents, the sooner we could go home.

When I entered the bedroom, the scent of Emmy’s arousal was strong. Emmy was lying on the bed, and her cheeks were pink. She looked up at me and quickly moved her hand away from her dress.

Did she touch herself like I did?

“Did you finish?” I asked, trying not to embarrass my mate.

“Finish what?” she replied innocently.

“Did you have an orgasm, Em? Or do you need my help?” I asked, wishing her answer was yes.

She quickly looked away, her face red. “I didn’t do anything.”

I moved towards the bed, touching her leg. “So if I touch you between your legs right now, you won’t be wet?”

Emmy’s legs quickly closed, and I patted her leg before removing my hand. “I won’t touch you unless you want to.”

“Okay,” Emmy said, moving from the bed.

The room wasn’t big, and she needed to move past me to get to the door. When she was near me, I took a deep whiff of her scent.

“Did you know what I was doing in the bathroom?”

She shook her head and looked down, “I didn’t see anything, I swear!”

“I was thinking of touching you,” I explained. “Do you think a man enjoys pleasuring a woman?”

Emmy shook her head again. “No.”

“Do you enjoy pleasing a man?”

Emmy nodded, “of course, it’s my duty.”

“No, Em.” I so desperately wanted to touch her, and I felt I was becoming hard again just from her scent. “Do you get wet when you touch a man? Do you feel like touching yourself? Is it something you would do if you had a choice?"

Emmy was quiet, and I knew the answer was no. She wouldn’t tell me, and she was probably thinking about what lie she could tell me. But her hesitance to answer me made it clear that she didn’t feel like she had a choice.

Before Emmy could answer, I put my hand on her hip, my thumb dangerously close to the inside of her leg. “Because I do. I get really hard when I think about touching you. I can’t wait to see the real face you make when you cum. I can’t wait to find out which parts of your body are sensitive and if you like to be touched gently or hard. I want to explore your body and find out everything you like, not just for you but for me too.”

“So, if I let you touch me, I would be helping you too?” she asked.

If I said yes, I was sure she would let me do whatever I wanted. All this girl wanted was to be “of service.” It was disgusting.

‘Don’t you dare call our mate disgusting,’ Linus growled.

‘What’s disgusting is that she was taught this. This wasn’t just Alpha Jace. This way of thinking had to start somewhere before, when she was young.’

“I would enjoy it too, but I don’t want you to say yes for me. I want you to want me.” Suddenly, a song my grandma April sometimes sang came into my head. “I need you to need me. I love you to love me.” I sang, making Emmy’s eyes go wide.

“Sorry,” I chuckled. “It’s a song from a movie my grandma April likes. Sorry, I am too weird sometimes.”

“No, you’re not.”

I chuckled again. “I’ve been trying not to act too weird around you, but I am known for being a bit of a goofball and a nerd. I like school, and I like to read. I like comics and science fiction movies, especially old ones with lots of gore. I haven’t had many girlfriends, and I think they only wanted me because of who my mothers are. I have three friends, and they all moved away, and honestly, I am not that good at making new friends. I don’t even know how to start talking to strangers. And I have a beautiful, amazing mate, and I just sent her to live with my family for months, probably making things worse instead of better. Because I was scared you didn't really like me and just acted like you did. I know I’m not the mate you wanted or expected to get.”

“I didn’t think I’d get a true mate. My parents always made it clear that I needed to represent the pack with the mate they chose for me.” Emmy said, “But I do like you.”

“Even the weird parts?” I joked. “Because you’re stuck with me now, and that means you will be forced to watch a lot of movies and hear me talk about books a lot too.”

“I don't mind hearing about your books. I wasn’t allowed to read for fun. A good Luna doesn’t need to be well-read. I need to be seen, not heard, so it’s not important what I like or don’t like.”

“It is important to me.” I finally felt like Emmy was opening up to me. Even if I didn’t see any emotion from her when she told me this, at least I got to know a bit more about my mate.

“Can I ask you something?” Emmy suddenly said, still standing in front of me.

“Yes, anything.”

“Those other girls you dated. Were they better than me? Did they do anything differently?” Her question surprised me.

“You are the best I have ever had, which makes me feel incredibly guilty because you were not enjoying it. Truth be told, part of me feels like I forced you, and I feel disgusted with myself for not realizing you were pretending to have fun.”

Emmy swallowed, and her eyes began to tear up. “I made you feel disgusted by yourself."

I nodded my head, “I wasn’t a good mate. A good mate would have seen that you felt obligated to do this for me.”

She took a few deep breaths, calming herself like I had seen her do a million times now. Did she ever allow herself to fully cry? Have a big meltdown with snot and tears everywhere? I had seen Liv do it countless times.

‘You’ve done it too,’ Linus said, and I had to admit I did. Even men need a good cry sometimes.

“I can be better.” Emmy said. “I can try to do better.”

“How?” I wondered out loud. Somehow I felt like I needed to ask her these questions because she would say or do things without realizing why. As if she were conditioned to do so.

“I can stop pretending, maybe?” she asked, wondering out loud if it would work.

“That would be perfect,” I replied.

“Let’s try it.” Emmy said, and I almost choked on my spit.

“Try what?”

“Touch me, and I will see what happens. If I like it or not. And I won’t pretend.”

I looked my mate in the eyes, “and if you don’t like it, you’ll ask me to stop?”

“Um. Yes? I don’t know. I mean, if you’re enjoying it, then why stop, right?” Emmy replied.

My plan was to help my grandparents, but I’d much rather help my mate. But I would stop as soon as she didn’t enjoy it. There was no way I would continue doing something she disliked.

“Okay.” I replied, and before I realized what had happened, Emmy had removed all her clothes.

“How do you want me?” she asked, and I stared at her body in amazement. Did she realize how good she looked?

“You can lay down,” I said and I moved onto the bed.

I laid next to her, watching her from head to toe. Goddess, I would be jerking off in the shower again after this.

“Can I kiss you?” I asked, and she nodded. I moved my head towards her, playing with her lips, not touching her body yet.

‘Do you like it when I kiss you?’ I asked, mind-linking Emmy.

‘Yes.’

‘Why?’

‘The sparks between us feel nice, and you have soft lips. Your beard tickles a bit.’ Emmy admitted, and it made me smile against her lips.

‘Can I kiss you somewhere else?’

‘Where?’ Emmy asked, and I was happy she didn’t immediately say yes.

‘Your breasts.’

‘Yes.’

I moved my head to her chest, peppering her with kisses along the way until I reached her nipple. I flicked my tongue against her nipple before sucking it into my mouth, and then I bit her nipple softly.

‘Good?’

‘Yes,’ Emmy said, and I looked at her body language. She didn’t seem fully relaxed, so I stopped and looked up at her.

“Now tell me the truth,” I said sternly.

“I liked the kisses,” Emmy replied, scared to reveal what she didn’t like.

I kissed her breasts again, this time only gently touching her nipples, and my hand went down between her legs.

‘Can I touch you here?’

‘Yes,’ Emmy said; this time her voice sounded a bit more needy, and it made me so damn happy to hear.

I reached between her lips until I found her clit and moved my finger against it, rubbing her clit gently.

‘Harder or softer?’ I mindlinked Emmy while continuing to kiss her breasts, neck, and chest.

‘Like this,’ Emmy replied, and I continued what I was doing. I wanted to kiss her more, so I moved back to her mouth, playing with her tongue and letting her lead.

I kept moving my finger against her nub, feeling Emmy get wetter. Her body was responding to my touch, and she seemed to be enjoying herself, but I needed to be sure.

I stopped kissing Emmy and looked into her eyes, “do you want me to stop?”

She shook her head, “no, Isaac. I, ah, I, there’s this, aaah, feeling, I don’t know what’s aaaaaah.” And she began to shudder against my hand.

My hand stayed put, unmoving so she could ride out her orgasm.

“Is that what it’s like?” She asked me, her eyes wide and her cheeks pink and sweaty.

“Yes. Do you want to feel it again?”

She nodded, “if you don’t mind, I mean, aaaaah.” I began touching Emmy before she could finish her sentence. Of course, I didn’t mind making my made cum. I had never felt more proud in my life.

Every good grade and every accomplishment I had done was nothing compared to being the first person to make my mate feel this good.