Mating

Nara's pov

"I want you," he murmurs against my skin, kissing my collarbone down to my chest. His teeth scrape softly against my skin. It feels so good, I close my eyes, enjoying the sensation.

"Do you want me?" I don't think twice when I nod and spread my legs.  

"You're so perfect, my butterfly." 

Kian kisses my lips again, his fingers sliding under my shirt to caress every part of me he can reach. My heart is beating erratically. I'd never been kissed like this, nor have I been intimate. I had wanted to wait until I found my mate. A mate to love and protect me, a mate whom I'd share all my life with, and the moon goddess has answered that prayer of mine. My body is burning with liquid fire, and my core is pulsating and getting wetter every time. 

He takes off my pajama pants along with my undies, and I rip off his shirt. Holy moly, every male should be jealous of him. He has a flawless, god-like body with perfect muscles. How is it even possible? He sees me lurking, and he smirks. 

"You like the view," he has an arrogant look on his face, and I blush pink, averting my gaze.  His fingers resume their exploration of my body, from my inner thighs to my neck. 

He is kissing me, appreciating me, and whispering sweet nothings. I feel like I'm going to explode with desire for this man.

"Hmm," I moan and cover my mouth in embarrassment. 

"Don't. I want to hear your lovely voice." 

And with that, he resumes, sparking pleasure with his fingers and tongue. I let myself moan because it feels good, and I can't help it. 

His pants are gone, and so are his boxers. Kian positions himself at my entrance and teases for a moment, 

"Baby, you're so wet for me." he is pleased. He pauses for a moment, and we stare at each other. I feel a sliver of fear pass through me because I heard the first time hurts, but Kian would never hurt me, right? He'd be gentle and-

He slams into me, and I stifle a scream. I didn't think he'd do it so quickly. I stiffen, holding my breath as a tear rolls from my eyes. It hurt so much. 

"Breathe," he instructs, and I nod. Kian kisses my tears away and slowly pushes into me again. I grip his shoulder, my nails digging into his skin. 

"It hurts," 

"I know, baby," he says gently. Kian is patient and waits, asking me to relax my muscles, and when I nod, indicating I'm alright, he begins to move, burying himself deeper into me. He's huge, filling and stretching me. 

He starts to move, slowly, and lets me adjust to his size. The pain dissipates, replaced by pleasure. Then slowly, I join him by instinct. 

Our bodies move together in harmony. Kian is staring at me as he thrusts into me, his eyes filled with yearning that's more than just joining our bodies. He pins my wrists above my head, and his pace increases. His waist moves erotically, and I follow suit, our gazes still locked.

"You’re so tight,"

I can't hold back my moans of pleasure. It feels so good. We both drowned in desire and pleasure. 

"Please," I can feel something build up in my lower regions, something very intense, and I match his pace, going after it. 

"Kian, more," I moan, literally tears streaming down my face. 

"Oh baby, you love my cock," he husks and pounds into me, hitting my sweet spot. My face is warm with embarrassment. 

“Alpha!” I cry and call out his name over and over. It is so good. 

"You're so fucking sweet," he says, kissing me. The sound of our lovemaking echoes through the garage walls. I should be worried about how loud I am being as Kian fucks me, but I don’t care.

I’m so desperate for a release, and I chase it. He picks up speed, more erratic and wild. 

“Please, yes, yes!” 

“You want to come for me, butterfly?” 

I’m about to. “Yes, please,” 

My orgasm takes me by surprise, and I cry out his name again and again. My body is shaking, my mind is blank, and I can only hold on to him. Let myself experience all the emotions I feel right now.

Kian is thrusting in and out, like a man possessed. Calling me sweet butterfly, I don’t think I can take it anymore. I bite his collarbone, hard. The smell of blood fills my mouth. 

He suddenly stills and cries out my name, “Fuck, Nara,” 

He is pulsing inside me as his warm seed fills me. His body is trembling, and I stay beneath him for a moment before he rolls off me. That was so intense. His lips find me for one deep kiss before his eyes close, and he passes out. I can't help the smile on my face. That was awesome. I have a mate, and we mated! 

I look at him and caress his face with my fingers. I'm mated to Kian Karson, and my life will change for the better, finally. I am Luna of the Lake Moon Pack!

'Nara,' my wolf calls, her voice worried. 

'What is it?' 

'Kian didn't mark us,' she reminds me, and I feel like a bucket of cold water has been dumped on me, and my tummy feels queasy. 

'We were both carried away, and he probably just forgot. He'll do it, don't worry,' my voice trembles. I'm worried, but I convince myself he just forgot. When morning comes, we'll talk, and then he'll mark me.

The following morning, Kian wakes up before me, looking sexy as hell while I'm probably a mess. His thumb is trailing my face, leaving a burning feeling in its wake.

"You're awake," his voice is deep and husky. Memories of last time flash in my head, and I feel embarrassed.

Kian stands and begins getting dressed. I do too. He looks at me sternly once he finishes getting ready. He's wearing a white button-up shirt with missing buttons and black pants. He looks effortly gorgeous, like he's in a magazine photoshoot. 

My heart is racing, and I can feel tears gathering in my eyes. Why is he being cold to me? I fidget with my fingers as I wait for him to speak, biting my thumbnail, a habit of mine when I'm nervous. 

"Stop that," he whispers. He always hated it when I bit my nails. I oblige and force my hands to my sides, but they can't stay still. 

"I'm anxious," I confess finally. "Say something," 

His jaw tightens, and fist clench,  "What happened last night was a mistake, Nara."

My heart drops to the floor. 

"No, it wasn't. Y- you came to me. To mate because we are mates," I'm trembling badly. 

"I was drunk and horny. Your scent was all over the house, driving me bonkers. Of course, I'd go after you. You should have sent me away," he booms, angry with me. This couldn't be happening. 

"Are you blaming me?" 

“I should have stayed away,” he says through clenched teeth. “I knew better.”

"You're hurting me, Kian," 

"It's Alpha to you," he growls, and I flinch. "You just shifted into your wolf, and if I reject you now, she might leave, so I won't."

There was no flicker of emotion in his voice or on his face. Long gone is a man who was making love to me so tenderly, and standing there is a cold Alpha.

"However, in three months, I'll reject you, and you will accept it without a fuss." 

Kian doesn't look at me as he reaches the exit, but stops,

“Three months,” he repeats quietly, almost like he’s reminding himself.

"No one should know we are mates." Those are his parting words, and I fall on my knees and sob. Kian doesn't want me. My own mate wants to reject me.