My mate is gone 1

Sebastian

Chrstine's breath was sweet, a fraction of mint entangled with a pair of rose wine. Enough to calm her nerves but not enough to inhibit her emotions. Her ample breasts were mere centimeters from my chest as I leaned in to whisper in her ear.

The hitch of her breath, squeezing those voluptuous thighs, had the demon inside me reaming with an undeniable attraction. I didn't fucking want her. I fucking needed her.

When she walked down the stairs of her shared space, it was all I could do to hold myself together. My cock was throbbing in my pants. No doubt the outline was apparent. If Ashton wasn't a nimrod, I would have pulled her close and told her how beautiful she looked.

As she descended, I noticed her jean jacket, almost cursing myself for dressing up so formally. Humans didn't do that as often on Earth anymore. I was too stuck in my ways to realize it, only for Christine to peel off the jacket revealing ample cleavage and a more dressed-up appearance.

Beautiful, sexy and