His Mate And His Mistress Novels & Stories

Was he not the one who was going to own me? “I am not your Master,” he said all at once, causing me to jump a bit, even though he spoke in a very plain tone as he looked at me, staring into my eyes. “I am your Mate.” However, I was not exactly sure as to what he was referring to when he classified himself as my mate. What did that even mean? Was that some sort of a slave term I was not yet privy to understanding the meaning on? I looked away from the glare in his eyes, as I looked at the item I now held in my hands, trying to keep it out of the water, as I did not want to get it wet. Just then, he took the item out of my hands, got it wet, and gave it back to me. This time, I was having a ve

His mate… He has a mate. My mind whirls as my heart shatters. Everything between us, everything that we just did, was for nothing. I was just kidding myself. I don’t mean anything to him. He has a mate, and this was just a ruse for him to take advantage of my sex slave mark. He set me up… Stupid. Stupid. Stupid…

I asked him and turned to his subjects, his comrades, his mistresses who all stared in shock and bewilderment. "I am his mate and yet he treats me like a good for nothing!" I said and he pulled me back in anger. "Being my mate does not change in thing." He replied through gritted teeth. "Does carrying your child for a while do?" I asked him equally angry. He clenched his jaw before responding. "Nothing has changed, Ashlyn. We're still maintaining the kind of relationship we have." He responded. "A Master and mistress relationship?" I asked him angling my head in the right direction to stare awfully at him properly.

I was his mate. “And what about you?” I asked. “Have you been with another female?” He hesitated. “I’ve been with females, yes. But not a mate. You’re my first mate.” I felt a rush of jealousy. I couldn’t help it. I didn’t want to think about other females touching him. “And what about you?” I asked. “Have you been with other females?” He took a deep breath. “I’ve been with females, yes. But not a mate. You’re my first mate.”

he said gruffly. I can't believe I just escaped death at the hands of my mate's mistress only to be faced with his multiple personality syndrome. How long would it take before I finally run mad from not understanding this man? "Your mistress crossed the line." I sneered at him. "She's not...my mistress." His eyes were pinched closed, trying to control his patience. "Yet you fuck her.” I flung the covers over my legs away and made to stand. His hand held me down.

Please, just call me Jim," he implored. So, with some hesitation, I addressed him by name. "Jim, you're my second-chance mate. My first mate—I had to reject him because he was married. Not only that, but he also had mistresses scattered everywhere. I've lived quite a long time; I'm likely much older than you, even if my appearance suggests otherwise." Nodding, Jim replied, "I've waited a long time for my mate, honoring the bond by remaining abstinent. I believe in the Moon Goddess, and if she chose you for me, then you must be my soul's other half. Please, can we give it a chance?"

You may not like me, as a mate, and right now, I don't want you to be my mate as well but my mistress. I look at him. "Yes, you will be my mistress, which means your body will be mine and mine alone. He kissed my lips violently, I pushed him from me." "You have nothing to worry about, for now, I am not going to force you, because I am not a rapist but definitely, I will have you, and I alone will decide who you will belong to." He turned to leave and then stared back at me. "There will come a time when that cage will be so uncomfortable and unbearable for you, that you wish to be my bedmate instead of my mate"

I had to deal with my mate, the one the Moon Goddess had chosen for me—having mistresses? It wasn’t really surprising because he had said it before, but it still hurt. Still, that wasn’t something to worry about, right? That would be years from now, and I had more than enough time to get used to it…I think. “I already told you, I’ll give you the respect a mate deserves, but you’ll never be the only one,” he added. “You’ll have to share me.” Share? Who the fuck shared their mates? Just the thought of it made me sick to my stomach, but what could I say? It wasn’t like I could prevent him from taking any mistresses.

He sighed, "so that's why you were lying on the road?" "Why'd he hurt me like that? What did I do wrong? Have I ever lied to him? I can't remember i have. He made a fool of me and my sister has to be his mistress. I do not blame him for falling for her. Her gorgeous impeccable looks ensnared him." I screamed amidst tears. Mark touched her cheek, "and you are a beautiful lady. If you aren't, he won't have fell for you and put a ring on your finger."