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My Mate

Author: C Pinky
last update publish date: 2025-11-12 12:58:35

Chapter 4

Olandria;

I stepped out of the shower and wrapped a towel around myself, praying my Dad wouldn’t suddenly show up here. I wasn’t ready to look him in the eye—not after what had happened. Alpha Lorenzo promised to keep my presence here a secret, at least for now. But I had no idea how long that would last, giving his closeness with my Dad.

I made my way to the balcony, exhaling when I saw Alpha Lorenzo's huge frame leaning against the railing.

"I couldn't find my suitcase," I said.

He turned--and froze. His eyes raking over my body. He was staring at me like he was trying to memorize every inch of me. Heat crawled to my skin, and I became painfully aware I was standing before him in nothing but a towel.

Something about the way he stared at me, made my pussy clench in excitement. I had this wild urge to let the towel drop, to see how he'll react then. Does he find me attractive too?

I took a deep breath and stepped further in, "Alpha? Are you okay?"

He shook his head, "Yeah. Yeah, I'm fine," Then after a pause, he pulled off his shirt, revealing his hard muscled chest, "Wear this. I can't have you roaming around the house like that."

He handed me the shirt and turned his back. I felt a flicker of disappointment. I was just the daughter of his close friend. I really needed to stop thinking he saw me as anything more.

I let the towel fall to the floor, my eyes tracing the lines of his broad back as I slipped into his shirt. It hung just above my ass—perfect length. I left the top three buttons undone.

Picking up the towel, I placed it on the railing, then walked towards him, wrapping my arms around his waist from behind.

Alpha Lorenzo froze, every muscle in his body tensing.

"Thank you," I whispered, pressing my body against his. His scent filled my lungs, so masculine and addictive. "I don't know what I would have done tonight without you."

I could feel the tension slowly leave him before he turned to face me. I stepped forward until I was standing between his legs. He closed his eyes briefly, as if trying to steady himself.

"You know you're always welcome here, Ollie," he murmured, his voice low and rough.

My hands tightened around his stomach. I could feel every ridge of muscle beneath my palms.

"Olandria," he warned, gently prying my hands off and stepping back.

"You don't have to keep pushing me away," I whispered.

His eyes lingered on me, unreadable, "Can I ask you something?"

"Of course."

"What do you think about your mate?

I frowned, "What do you mean?"

"Aren't you hoping to meet your mate one day? Don't you wonder who it'll be?"

I shrugged, "I guess. But I don't want to spend my life waiting for something that might never happen. Besides, not everyone finds their mate at eighteen or nineteen."

I had no idea why he was asking about finding my mate? Does he perhaps find me attracted as well? In the deepest part of my mind, I really wish I'd find my mate, sooner than later. But that definitely won't be stopping me from having a little fun until then.

Lorenzo's eyes shone with uncertainty, "Does it bother you?"

My brows pulled furrowed, wondering why he was suddenly asking, "Does it bother you?" I shot back. "You're the Alpha, and you haven't found a mate either. Does that bother you?"

He tensed.

"Have you ever been mated?" I asked quietly.

"No."

"But you could have chosen anyone, right? So why haven't you? The whole pack's been worried about that, actually."

His gaze was intense, smoldering, "Are you worried?" He asked.

"No, I'm just.... curious. Like everyone else."

His eyes flickered to my lips, and back to my eyes, "What if I tell you...I found her already?"

My heart skipped a beat. That should've been good news, but my chest tightened painfully, "You...you found her? Who is she? Someone from our pack?"

He reached out, brushing his thumb along my cheek. The touch sent flutters straight to my core, doing nothing to ease the ache building inside me. He’d found his mate—and here I was, lusting after him.

Alpha Lorenzo leaned closer, his nose grazing mine. His eyes glowed faintly, golden flecks shimmering in the blue, almost like his wolf was on the surface. “What if I told you,” he whispered, voice rough and raspy, “she’s right here…”

My breath caught, but my mind couldn’t fully process his words—I was too focused on his lips. The way his tongue darted out to wet them made my pulse race.

"I really want to kiss you, little wolf," he murmured his thumb tracing my lower lips.

My heart thundered dangerously fast. He wanted to kiss me. Alpha Lorenzo wanted me. And I wanted him just as badly. I wanted to feel that taste of his lips on mine. But the words tangled on my tongue.

"Can I?"

I'd dreamed about this, him kissing me, him hovering over me, as I lay underneath him as I he slide his thick cock into my pussy, making love to me, slamming inside me....

His lips brushed mine, silencing every dirty thoughts. "Please?" he urged softly, almost painfully.

I nodded, once....and then he was on me, his mouth crushing into mine.

It felt like an explosion inside me. Lorenzo’s hands were everywhere—hot, possessive, desperate. His body pressed hard against mine, his erection teasing me through the thin fabric of his shirt.

He didn't kiss me gently. He kissed me like a man who’d been starving. His tongue swept across my lip, parting them before plunging in. He tasted so good, and his dominance made my head spin. I arched into him, wanting more—needing more—as our tongues tangled.

He groaned, the sound vibrating through my body. His hand slid down my thigh, and in one smooth motion, he lifted me. My legs wrapped around his waist instinctively.

Our breaths came out ragged. I could hear his heart pounding—or maybe it was mine. I wasn't so sure anymore.

I heard some movements, and then I felt my back press against a wall. He deepened the kiss, his fingers tangling in my hair. Then suddenly, he pulled away. The moonlight caught his face, revealing pain and conflict flickering in his golden eyes.

"Do you have any idea how much I've wanted to do that?" he groaned, grinding his hips against me. The shirt had ridden up, and since I wasn’t wearing anything underneath, I could feel just how hard he was.

"Do you have any idea,” he growled, biting my lower lip, “how long I’ve waited to have you here—in my arms, in my house… wearing my damn shirt?”

And then his tongue was in my mouth again, devouring, claiming. His fingers fisted in my hair, tugging just hard enough to sting, but the pain only fueled the pleasure.

He thrust his hips forward, and a moan spilled escaped me, "Alpha," I gasped.

"Lorenzo," he corrected, his mouth trailing down my neck. The moment his lips touched the skin near my collar bone, a tremor ripped through me. My pussy clenched so hard I almost came right there.

“Lorenzo…” My voice was barely a whisper. “What’s happening?”

His lips were hot against my skin. Every lick, every graze of his teeth sent waves of heat rolling through me. When he sucked gently, my body trembled uncontrollably.

I tilted my head, surrendering completely—letting him take whatever he wanted.

"You're mine, little wolf," he growled, his grip on my waist tightening. And then, with a low rumble that sounded like his wolf itself, he whispered against my skin, "My mate."

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