Novel & Cerita His Dirty Little Mate

“Mate?” I whispered while he still held me closed to him. I wanted to ask what did he mean by mate? I have read a few novels and if they were all true, mate meant soulmates. Was it true? Was he my soulmate? I could still feel the tingles all over my body and the heat that embraced me when he was close. My wide eyes searched his for answers but his eyes only showed rage. I discovered that he didn’t like me being his mate but it was not my fault or was it?

“Dinner? What, are you playing house now? How quaint.” Darius chuckles, but there’s an edge to it. “Be nice,” he says, though his tone is more amused than scolding. “She is my mate.” The word sends a jolt through me, warm and electric. My mate. He said it so casually, like it’s a fact as simple as the sky being blue. The girl’s smile falters for a split second, but she recovers quickly, her lips curling into a sneer. “Your mate?” she repeats, her voice dripping with mockery. “Doesn’t look like much to me. Human and a little bit of filth.”

I walked down the podium to see Ashley blushing like a red tomato as soon as she saw me. "You're his mate," she squealed. "His what?" I asked. "Mate" she repeated. "I don't know what that is," I replied. She was silent for a while, thinking about something. "I don't know how to explain this to you but I'll try, see, a mate is someone who you wanna do that stuff with" I furrowed my eyebrow, "What type of stuff? Drugs?" I asked suddenly She glared at me "The stuff couple d…."

I stared down at his broad shoulders filling the space between my thighs, tattoos shifting with every breath, that massive tiger on his back flexing as he leaned in. “You’re beautiful,” he rasped, voice low and reverent. “You're so fucking endowed. I could tear you apart and still not get enough. I want to live inside that sweet little tight hole forever.” His golden eyes lifted to mine, burning. “Who are you? How the hell are you my mate?” The word mate hit me like a shockwave. I didn’t know whether to cry or blush or scream. My heart hammered so hard I could feel it between my legs.

he pulled my head forward and shoved his fingers into my mouth. "Why do you like playing dirty with me? Suck my fingers!" He ordered. I stared at him, tears running down my cheeks. I begged him from my mind. My wolf was helpless as of that moment. What is a mate, truly? I asked myself as I slowly began sucking his fingers. Isn't a mate someone who is supposed to love you above all things? Why is mine so different? "Laura, I'm going to fuck you so hard that you will never be able to leave this bed in days!"

“And you are Thyri Daniels, my mate, the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen.” “You need your eyes checked, I don’t care who you are, I don’t have a mate. Stop calling me that, I can’t have a mate. You don’t lack in that department though, I just want to go home.” I sniffled, as tears kept streaming down my face. “You are my mate,” He replied loudly as he ripped the blanket off my body. “Stop saying that, I don’t need my eyes checked either.”

"It was abandoned when we got here. There was no blood involved." "What's a mate?" She looked at me with bewilderment in her eyes and chuckled. What? Is there something funny about what I asked? "You do not know what a mate is?" "Nah-uh." I shook my head. "I was confused when he said that. He didn't even bother explaining it to me, and instead- made fun of me not knowing it. "Well, a mate is a soulmate. Both of you are destined to be together." My jaw dropped. I place my hands on my belly and then proceeded to laugh like there was no tomorrow. "Ahahahaha-! Are you serious right now? Is this some kind of a made-up storybook theory that you found in the streets? Because that's hilarious!"

He snickered as my back hit the wall, "There is nowhere to go, mate." Mate word from his mouth sounded so disgusting and filthy. My breathing hitched as he stopped in front of me. His eyes raked all over my features before his finger grazed my cheek down to my neck and he whispered lustfully, "Bianca has only turned me on. I'll be finishing only with you, mate."

I was her mate. ********************************

It couldn’t make sense. “I don’t understand you,” I whispered, the words spilling before I could stop them. “You keep saying things that… that can’t be true.” His gaze didn’t falter. “They’re true.” I shook my head, heat rising to my cheeks. “No. They’re not. I already had a mate.” The last word cracked, too jagged, too raw. “And he rejected me.” There it was. The scar I never let anyone touch. The one that still bled when the night got too quiet.