Novel & Cerita His Dirty Little Mate

It was like this unspeakable game between the two us, he was quick to take on the challenge. A grimace crept to my lips as I started touching myself too, slowly until my fingers found my wet soaked pussy. The room was dimly lit and between that and the steam in the air, only little was left to imagination but it was more than enough. As a finger entered me, I let out a soft moan which only echoed louder, and then two.

~Ex mate.~ I ignore Otsana’s remark as I make my way down the hall and when she keeps on prodding, her mental glare like an itch down my skin, I agree to it. “Ex Mate.” Ulric is my ex-mate, and his brother is my new mate. Somehow both of them manage to infuriate me, so I don't think the mixup matters much.. What the hell even made Ulric think he could speak to me in such a manner?

“He had it coming. He couldn’t control himself, got himself crippled by my mom, and couldn’t have kids anymore. That’s when he remembered he still had a son he’d thrown out. “When I was born, a witch predicted that I’d be the one to kill him someday. That’s why he…” He paused, then gave a bitter laugh. “Turns out she was right. I really am a cursed pup. I hated him so much that I started poisoning him, just a little at a time, until one day…” A chill ran down my spine. Marcus laughed. “Scared?” “How could I be? According to others, I used to eat pups.” We both laughed, and the air between us lightened for a moment. As his private healer, I often checked up on Marcus. Sometimes, he’d ask for

My. My mate.

I'm stroking myself so slowly it's almost painful just so I can cum with you. LonelyGirl: Every nerve in my body is on fire. When our eyes met today I almost came right there and then. LimberJack: Were you wet? LonelyGirl: Soaked. LimberJack: Good to know. Next time I want you to slip them off and give them to me. LonelyGirl: You want my dirty underwear?

He pulls me up further in his arms so that I am leaning more over his chest as he slides his hand on my cheek and says, “You are the only female besides one other that I have had here.” I knew I wasn’t that special and a small pain goes through my heart at that realisation. However, curiosity got the better of me and I ask, “May I ask who?” I am surprised when tears shimmer in his eyes just for a moment before he takes a deep breath and whispers, “My mate.” His mate… He has a mate...

Miles said this time. “Ok, then un-simplify it for me please” I said to them both. “I have a mate and so does Tommy, Jax as well but there are complications, such as Jax’s mate is spelled to love another, Tommy’s mate is cursed in a form not her own and my mate well…” Miles said, stopping for a moment as he held his head low. “Your mate is what Miles is, is she, no she isn’t dead is she” I said with sadness strune through my voice.

He looked at me with his dark golden eyes and wiggled his tail. "You stink Zion, Go away," I scrunched my nose and he looked at me. I looked away to make it real but my heart broke when I heard his sniffling. I looked at him to see that his eyes were turning glossy. Regret filled my body as I looked into my mate's tear-filled eyes. I quickly wrapped my arms around him and hugged him tightly.

He followed my movement, saying while scanning my body hornily, " Maybe I'm drunk. I'm not sure. All I know is that I've found my mate after so long and... And I'm dying to have her." This man is sick! "Who are you calling your mate? Look..." I pointed at Damian, but dropped my hand when my itch kicked in again. Damian saw this and gave out a soft gasp, savoring his lip at my condition. Then he said, stunning me further with his attitude, "Your pussy must be wet. Really... Really wet. It's kicking your inside. You can't wait to get fucked." My body quivered on hearing him. Damian is insane. He's... Crazy!

He lines his thick, throbbing cock up with my messy opening and drives himself inside me with one deep, brutal thrust. "Ahhh!" I scream out, a muffled gasp into Damian’s crotch as Mateo fills me to the absolute brim. The heat is overwhelming. Mateo’s thick meat slides through Elliot’s fresh come, creating a sloppy, wet squelching noise that echoes loudly through the bedroom. He doesn't hold back. He handles me like a true possession, his heavy hands digging into my waist, leaving deep red marks as he slams his hips against mine. Loud wet sounds. It is crazy,, a punishing, dirty sound that makes my bare breasts swing wildly beneath my chest.