I'm His Mate

***Author's Note: This book will not make sense if you do not read the two before this first. So, please read:Book one: P.S. You're My MateBook two: She's My MateBefore reading this book. Thank you and enjoy!!_________________________________________________     QUADEPoetry. Tattoos. Piercings. Sex.Those were my coping mechanisms. If one failed me, I always had a backup to help me get through the fucking shit show I called life. One would wonder why the Goddess still kept me alive at this point. I had no sense of self preservation. Of course, I knew how to ensure my survival but the emotions that came with self preservation didn't deter me. Pain and fear? Let's just say I had a fucking high threshold for pain and I never felt fear. I would feel anger way before feeling fear.It all started with poetry. I loved how words could be twist

SYDNEYI eventually figured out what he meant later. What he had slated for me was nothing remotely similar to what he had done when he decided to invade my personal space with all his sexy glory. He left my mind muddled and my already broken heart in many more pieces than which he found it. What he did for the remainder of the night made me wish I hadn't saved him.But I deserved it, did I not?He made me watch as he flirted with girls openly, giving them his dazzling smile that could charm the panties of any woman. There was this thing he did where he would run his tongue over his lips, then duck it back inside and hold the ball piercing between his teeth. It was almost the most seductive thing he could have done.From there, he took the party upstairs. I gritted my teeth against the burning fire that engulfed my body, chugging cup after cup of beer and whatever else I could get my

QUADE"Don't you just hate it when the parents fight?" Enzo mocked, eyes twinkling in amusement, "those two seriously need to fuck already. There's not enough holy water in the world to cleanse my eyes after watching them."Zen rolled his eyes. They were opposites in every way, looks and personality. It was something I barely noticed before but nowadays, strange things caught my attention. Like the way Enzo had dirty blond hair, blue eyes, and a fucking pretty boy face with a mauled chest — thanks to me — and Zen with his dark eyes that were close to obsidian and his jet black hair. The brains and the brawn. It was obvious which was which."Shut the fuck up," I warned him, "I may not hold my title anymore but that doesn't mean I can't decapitate you if I wanted.""All that sexual frustration has you grumpy as hell," Enzo shook his head, laying his back against the headboard and placing his han

SYDNEY"What? No, you're not!" I shook my head vigorously, eyes widening as wide as saucers. He couldn't come into the tub with me. Of course, there was plenty of space for him too but he and I, naked in the tub while I was in heat didn't sound like it could end well."It sounds like it could end very well," Reika purred, allowing sultry images to float into my mind."The water is too cold and if I add warm water the ice will melt quicker," that evil yet mischievous smirk captured his face again and I wanted to wipe the stupid thing off his face, "body heat should keep you alive and the water should moderate your temperature enough for you bare what's happening inside your body." He sunk his perfect teeth into his plump bottom lip and I gulped. I had the strange urge to pull said lip between my teeth.Damn this mate bond."You should do just that," Rieka cooed again an

SYDNEYWhen I woke up this morning there were two things I realized; one: I had completed the mate bond with Quade because apparently I just couldn't help myself and two: I had no regrets. Not one single regret flooded my mind and I wasn't sure if that was a good or bad thing. All I felt was this weird sense of euphoria, it made colors brighter, sounds louder, smells stronger, every feeling more intense. Everything just felt better.The only problem I had was Quade. He had his tattooed arm secured around my waist and if he tightened his hold, I'd probably suffocate to death. I could feel his protective instincts through the bond. He didn't fear that he would lose me. No, it was something else he felt. He just couldn't stand the thought of me walking away, leaving him. Because, for once he showed he could be vulnerable and that wasn't something this man did. Vulnerability wasn't for him, he grew up learning that he wasn't all