His Plump Mate Novels & Stories

I bump into something big and quite firm, I felt arms snake around me [[ easy there mate ]] sparks lit up my body like wildfire. M-Mate? I am engulfed in the scent of Chocolate mixed with Cinnamon, I sink my face deep into his chest and inhale and almost c*m in my pants. I look up then ease out of his embrace and look up to the man standing before me ** mate ** we both say at the same time.

I was no one's property. " No, and yes. If Carter and I mark you, it will signify that you are our mate. That way, unmated males would not try to seduce you, or sleep with you. It says you are ours and ours only. Our mate. Our Luna. Our scent will be all over you," he said. " You don't want me as a mate though. So how would that work? Do I just say the words and reject you now?", I asked. His eyes went wide, and I suddenly found myself pinned underneath him.

“You are my mate. The bond has been pulling me toward you since the day you came of age. I followed it across four states to find you. Please — I’m asking you to accept me.” She took a step back. Looked at him. Looked at his face, kneeling in the grass of her dream-clearing, completely serious. “What’s a mate?” she said carefully. “Like — a partner? A… sexual partner?” Something crossed his face that might have been amusement, briefly. “A person can have many partners. They have only one mate. It’s a gift from the Goddess — the other half of your soul. There’s no substitute and no replacement. You either find them or you spend your life without them.”

Someone once said that the feeling will hit you like an unstoppable juggernaut, crashing into your very soul before igniting a flame of desire and possession that will burn within you for all of eternity, going strong even after you enter the gates of the afterlife. I have never met my mate before, nor have I ever felt the imprint of one but I have heard enough to know when a person meets his or her mate. And Jamie has met hers. “Mate,” she whispers, her voice, or rather, mine echoes through the now eerily quiet square. Marty stares at her unblinking as he too, mouths the same before a peal of laughter erupts from Nox. “Goddess! You two are mates!” he roars, palming his stomach and throwing

Then she uttered what destroyed the few remaining attempts to control my emotions, impulsively muttering, "No, he's my mate." This word was enough to completely destroy me and the appearance of the barbaric part of me. I snarled hard, pushed her body and crouched on top of her, pinned her to the bed, pressed her neck hard, and roared hard, "What are you saying?! Whose mate?! Have you lost your mind?" "I mean my friend Alexander," she whispered to me in a choked voice. The difference in meaning between these two words in this world, such as the difference between the sun and the moon,.

"Liam is my Mate" Her eyes widened as she gawked at Cameron. Rosa was surprised, her jaw dropped but she was quick to close her mouth. She has always suspected that the Alpha was Cameron's mate but she couldn't ask him that sort of question. Liam was not friendly and would punish if she dared question him. "What did you just say?" "Liam is my mate"

He smirks at me as he says it again. “You insolent dummy, you can’t even do something right,” he says, scoffing as I hear a familiar female voice. “Good morning, sweetie,” she says lovingly. I lift my head to see him and his mate locking lips and kissing each other. They are kissing in front of all the members. How I wish I could find my mate as well. I will be the happiest girl on earth. (Ava’s inner thinking). (Mate.) (A mate is a person given to you by the moon goddess. Your true match and the person you are destined to be with forever. Your one and only true love).

"Yeah, buddy. You’ll be seeing more of me." Then I saw the slight panic across his mother's face and chuckled. Married or not, she was my mate. Mates were meant to be together; nothing—especially not her evil husband would change that. Left alone with her, the silence thickened. She sat rigidly, biting her lip like a nervous energy cracker. My gaze drank her in, every inch of her body, every curve that once belonged to me. Desire surged through my veins, and the mate bond pulled us into a silent battle of wills. Our eyes locked, neither one of us willing to back down.

I wasn't sure how long I had slept after drinking the healer's herbs. All I knew was that it was morning, and somehow I felt almost completely healed, as though nothing had ever happened. “I don't want to eat,” I said. “I want answers. I want to go back to my life... my mate...” The words caught in my throat as both of them placed their forks down at the exact same moment. A strange, unreadable look passed between them the instant I mentioned my mate. The Alpha spoke first. “You have a mate?” His tone genuinely surprised me.

Zane stepped forward until he was infront of me, and before I could ask again, he bent one knee and sank down. “What do you think you’re doing?” I asked sharply. His grin was gone. He looked… earnest. I hated it. “I want to ask you something,” he said. “I’m not good at subtle, so I’ll just say it. Be my mate.” The world tilted under me. Mate? Mate??! Not just… dating. Not partners. A mate. Mates are for supposedly for life. Mates are… everything. I stared down at him, words catching in my throat. “Zane—what?”