Lesbian Mating Press Novels & Stories

The day of our Mating Ceremony finally arrived. As the Elder stood before the pack, his voice booming as he announced the exchange of our soul-binding rings, Julian—the man standing across from me—suddenly spoke. "Actually," he said, his voice cutting through the sacred silence. "I’ve been fucking Chloe." I froze. He didn't even blink as he watched the color drain from my face.

That is just how he is. We all stepped out of the hospital. "So did you meet your mate?" I asked both of the twins. "No," Christian answered with a negative shake of his head while Christine clamped her lips shut. "Christine." I called out. "Will you just fucking business? What is with you wanting to know?! Leave me and my mating the fuck alone." She sneered at me and walked away. To say that I was the only one who felt the pain from the way she spoke will be a lie. Because my father and his mate froze in shock at the way she bellowed.

Her eyes skimmed the titles: Combat Training – Pack Engagements Advanced Shifting & Control Alpha Command & Tactics Wolf Law and Governance Mate Bonds: Emotional & Spiritual Responsibilities History of the Moon Goddess & Ancient Lineage She read the last two lines twice, her stomach twisting. Mate Bonds. The Moon Goddess. She hadn’t anticipated how bitter it would feel, seeing those written so plainly—like studying the things she would never truly be part of. There was no place for a female in an Alpha curriculum, let alone one pretending to be a boy. Even the idea of mate bonds felt foreign to her now, something distant and unreachable, like a dream she’d once had and forgotten.

he said, and I smiled back, nodding agreement. 'Unusual' was an understatement, given how rare same-sex mateships were for werewolves, but I realised suddenly that it might not be the case for Lycans, and as Dad closed his door again, I looked up at Cole, still standing close to me. "Is that.. common.. among Lycans?" I asked, and he raised an eyebrow, "Two males?" he asked, and I nodded. He shook his head, then shrugged gently, "No, it's rare, but not unheard of," he said.

Hakeem’s leave was extended because of our mating. When two wolves are mated, they go through a mating frenzy—which is why we haven’t been able to keep our hands off each other for the past few weeks. It happens once two wolves mark each other, and its purpose is to get the she-wolf pregnant. That wasn’t an issue for Hakeem and me, obviously, but it was interesting that even as a same-sex couple, we still went through the frenzy.

A baby grown between lesbian parents has all the possibilities of lagging behind other kinds in mental growth and maturity. Lesbianism is never a disorder to be treated and cured; it is just a sexual orientation. They are neither mentally, nor physically ill. There are certain therapies like reparative or conversion therapy that claim to have treatments to convert sexuality; though not proved by researches and not accepted by scientific society. The thought of a treatment emerges when we take lesbianism as a disorder. Lesbianism is a trait, may be, just as your liking for a particular food item.

I sharpen my hearing and hear my mate talking about the lingerie she just bought today. Her voice softens as she points out how sexy she looks in it. "Rain, do you think I'll be able to charm him? I mean, for a lifetime? Won't he have enough of me one day and then take a mistress? You know, like we see all the time in movies, a secret love that is always more exciting than a wife at home?" I hear her ask anxiously. A chair slides back hard, I think Rain goes over to comfort her. Relieved, I breathe, Rain is a werewolf and knows how the mating works. Once mated and marked, the pull exists only between the two of us, with no third parties involved.

“The Moon Goddess has blessed Liana with a vampire mate. So, we will celebrate her mating ceremony tonight.” As he mentioned the sacred event of the mating ceremony, a tornado of emptiness punched me hard in my gut. I sighed, “At least, Liana can enjoy her mating ceremony …”

Either it eats your brain to Swiss cheese until you forget how to breathe, or you’re exiled, or the pack puts you down because you’ve become a rabid animal. Abertha nudges the muffins toward me. I shake my head. I can’t eat. “It’s not moon madness. And mates are—complicated.” I’ve noticed. The story is you sense your mate, you can’t resist each other, you fall in love, and you have babies. But there are a lot of—aberrations. “So Killian and I aren’t mates?” “No. You definitely are.” “I don’t get it.” Abertha lets out a long, gusty sigh.

The quiet of the library feels heavy, almost oppressive, as if the walls themselves are holding their breath. I glance back at the book and notice a footnote: Chosen mates. Unlike fated mates, it says, the bond of a chosen mate isn’t unbreakable or eternal. It explains how, under certain conditions, she-wolves in chosen bonds can go into heat and conceive—but only if specific rituals are followed. I scoff quietly. Braden and I never did any of this.