G'night Mate Novels & Stories

‘My mate is truly mysterious. ***

**Arena Mateo fell asleep with his c*ck inside me. I let his heavy weight press on me like a warm blanket. After all, before long, I wouldn't have him. I'd have to treasure moments like this. He'd been an animal, waking me up several times during the evening and night. I knew I was sore and achy all over, but the slight sting just reminded me of him. I prayed it never went away. I combed my fingers through his hair while he slept, breathing in his scent as the sun climbed above the horizon.

The branch snapped, and again I was running. I ran, ran, ran again, and then ran some more, all the while the monster chasing me grew closer and closer. I tripped again and came face to face with those menacing yellow eyes again. My body yet again froze as the feral animal inched its way closer to me. A fang filled smile showed on its black face, and then it pounced on me. A loud gasp passed my lips as I was woken up out of my nightmare. I jumped when I looked up to see a dark silhouette standing over me, with what looked like glowing blue eyes.

I answered, grabbing my clutch and placing my phone inside. Everyone in the packhouse was preparing for dinner, getting themselves cleaned up and ready to eat along with the rest of the members who stayed in the house. Each time we passed a pack member they would bow their head in acknowledgment. Each time that happened I felt a surge of pride flow through the mate bond. Quade was proud to call me his mate as much as I was proud to call him mine.

I haven't seen a naked man with his stick erected. I've seen a lot of dead naked bodies, but not like this. I can smell his orgasm all over the room. I haven't been intimate with a man before, and I'd like to keep it that way than entangle myself with a stupid guy like Axel, who happens to be my mate.

My Mate **

The note read: 'Good morning sweet cheeks... Sorry, I'm leaving so early. I have an important meeting to get to but trust me, we will see each other very soon. I'm sorry about last night. I'd like a do-over. Until then, S. Wilde P.S. You're my mate.' My brain kept repeating those last words that were mentioned out of nowhere. P.S. You're my mate. They echoed in my head, dulling everything out. There was a throbbing pain that set in; it felt like someone took a metal baseball bat and began rapidly bashing my head in, leaving me no recovery period in between blows.

Arena whispered in my mind with a dull voice, “MATE!”

My mate. "Good morning young witch,"

“Mate?” “Yes, my mate.”