His Sweet Little Mate Novels & Stories

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.

But all was in vain as he tightened his clutches even more and bit out menacingly, “Make no mistakes, Little Princess, and snap out of any delusion you might be in because…” A chill ran down my spine as he paused. My eyes traveled up to his face and a tremor coursed through me as I looked into the dark pits of his eyes, “Even though I can’t hurt you physically because you are my mate,” he spat out the word ‘mate’ like it was a fatal poison on his tongue.

Ivy whimpers as the scent of her arousal fills the room. “Fuck, you smell so sweet…” I growl hungrily, inhaling the sweet addicting aroma. “Tell me to stop, my love. I don’t know how much longer I can hold back…” “Then don’t.” I lean away from Ivy in shock, searching her eyes for any implication that she’s just kidding. But I find none. She’s serious. “Are you sure?” I whisper in utter desperation. “I’m sure. I want to be your mate.” My little mate smiles sweetly, leaning up for a quick peck.

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).

"You are my mate. I will not allow you to come to harm." Diana thought about retorting, I've only been your mate for a few minutes, but instead, she let the sincerity and pure maleness of his words wash over her. Her body shivered with arousal and renewed need. She saw that same need mirrored in his eyes, and even more titillating, she felt it against her thigh.

He couldn't go home with a human, that's impossible. "A mate.." Stephanie's voice trailed. "A mate is your other half Ryan, someone who was destined to assist you in conquering your challenges, someone you would love unconditionally, someone you would not like to see in the littlest pain, someone whose smile is enough to keep you living, someone your heart keeps beating for. A mate in human term is your soulmate, someone who gets you and understands you, someone you'll form an extraordinary bond with"

Her voice is gentler. "Of course. Gemma, we don't know much about Gemma and where she has been, but Jake was able to track her last in Washington state." "Okay." That's all she said to that fact. So, I move on to her next question. "A mate is your wolf's other half, like a soulmate. My wolf is already obsessed with you and your wolf. You will feel drawn to your human counterpart when your wolf finds its mate. A mate is a gift; a good mate will love and protect you. Your mate is meant to love you, unlike any other type of love one could experience. We're designed for one another; you will never feel completely full without a mate."

"Honey. why is your smell getting sour!? I am here. it's ok. Dear.. Gulf chin up to see Mew, he sighed in relief when he saw his alpha still closing his eyes but his words made omega so happy and think in his mind "Did he call me honey and dear.God." Again Gulf's smell getting sweet. Mew began to stirr,he went to his mate's neck inhaled deeper and said in sleep " Now. It's sweet. You smell so good honey. Hmmm.."

I didn’t want to explain to her what we were because I’m so stupid that I would surely tell her that she’s mine, that she belongs to me or something like that. “You’re my owner.” She smiled with that. She has no idea of the enormous difference between what we are and what she claims to be. “I’m your mate,” I corrected. “Mate? Is that an owner? “ she asked, and I shook my head. I had to choose words that were easy and that she could understand without making a huge mess in her head. “Mate means I’m your life partner,” I finally explained. “Dad once said that my mate would be my owner,” she told me and looked at her feet, which she had been swinging for a while.

“What did you say?” The priest swallowed. “The mark chose her.” I didn’t move. No one did. Liam stepped in front of me, his shoulders tense, his expression unreadable. But his eyes—his eyes were different now. Darker and focused. Fixed on me like everything else had disappeared. “She’s not an offering,” he said, his tone final. Ronan frowned. “Then what the hell is she?” Liam didn’t blink. “She’s our mate.”