Mating In Captivity Novels & Stories

“Okay, I’ll come with you.” I wished there was more enthusiasm in her voice, but I would take what she gave me right now. Mating was different for everyone. There were couples who were able to fight the impulse to mate, but that was usually down to the fact one of them were already in a relationship with someone else. In our case, I and Emma, she had been hurt in the past, and she did not trust the natural instinct to mate, when we did finally mate, there would be no way to deny each other.

Ismena flinched, trepidation crossing her expression, but she did not interrupt him. He stopped and turned to her, "The reason I'm telling you this is that there's a possibility that the cougar will want to mate with you and even though you should not let that happen, I still want you to know the basics you need to know about mating with our other-halves." "Okay, I'm listening." She breathed. "Knotting also happens sometimes during mating, when the animal is in charge." He went on. "What does it mean?"

I looked around the party hall as we entered; it was beautiful. "Welcome to our 30th mating party! Ladies and gentlemen, put on your masks! Now, may we have all the ladies come up here?" A woman, who I think was the MC, grabbed our attention. We all stood up and went to the stage. "Okay! We will be rating you on your strength and beauty to impress your mate." I just sat in my seat as I watched them participate, along with Jess, who also wasn't interested in finding another mate. The MC continued calling the names while I secured my mask on my face.

We'd rub it in like some supernatural magical lotion and let it dry. Outside the cabin, the mated pairs would feast and dance, day and night, excitement building, looking forward to the final night when we would emerge. And when we came out, we'd literally be swarmed, the females to her and the males to me, eager to transfer our combined essence of love-making from our skin to theirs. And the more they gathered, the better chance they had of conceiving, so it usually became quite physical. When we had transferred all we could from our skin to theirs, the mated pairs would break away and copulate. Hell, most of them probably wouldn't even make it home before they coupled together. Sometimes i

Sebastian chuckled when Raina rushed off the moment she was allowed to. When had his Beta become a scared little rabbit? Probably when the big bad wolf made himself known to her. In most cases, when fated mates found each other, it would be almost impossible to keep away from each other. Then the modern time hit and most females nowadays, especially ones that weren’t trying to attract a mate or a companion, used scent suppressants. He also found out even if he already suspected that Raina took contraceptives so she would be out of action for awhile. They needed to wait until Raina’s natural cycle kicked in. How was he supposed to keep away from her that long? He just found late last night an

We also rutted like rabbits since Rachel was there to take care of the kids but that is neither here nor there. Two weeks later, our pack gathered for a joyous occasion once again - our mating ceremony. It was a celebration of love, unity, and the strength of our pack. Surrounded by our pack members, friends, and family. Lin and I were about to exchanged vows as I stood in our room, still wrapped up in my bathrobe and I inhaled a deep breath and exhaled slowly through my mouth, my hands sweaty with eyes staring back at my reflection in the vanity mirror hanging before me.

“Well, I feel like that’s a conversation that you two need to have. He should’ve had it with you already but I digress. From what I could see and smell, he was going to mate you.” “We already...mated, Havana.” Cheyenne said, confused. “Yes, you guys made love, that’s one of the steps. But when you are bitten by him you’ll go through the Alter. His hormones were going haywire when you guys got home.” “But why?” “The only way the mating or Altering hormones are triggered is if your mate thinks you’re dying or dead. So what happened before you guys got home?” Havana asked. Cheyenne sighed, sitting back against the seat.

Brett nodded, “It’s rare, but if a mate bond is strong, you can.” “What if you knock them up?” “Can you explain?” “Can I knock up someone who is not my mate?” Brett leaned back in his chair and smiled. “Extremely rare, but it’s happened in a few regions.” “I’ve never heard of it.” “Like I said, it’s rare. Hasn’t happened in about fifty years or more,” Brett wrote something down on his notepad, “Is this about Roxie Reynolds?” Walker turned around and hissed, his fangs gaping—eyes blazing.

The walls vibrated with the sound. Another howl answered from deeper within the estate grounds. Then a third. The Wolves of Veyne Forest. Lena’s heart raced. “Are they… angry?” “No.” Damien’s eyes narrowed, sharp and glowing faintly with silver. “They’re bowing.” “Bowing?” He turned to her slowly. “They’re welcoming their new anchor.” She froze. “What?” Damien stepped closer, brushing his fingers gently across the completed mark on her chest. “You broke the curse. You restored the bond. The wolves feel it they're connected to the magic the same way I am.” His voice dropped. “To you.”

My throat closes around the words. “If they’re captured and forced to be a breeder,” Ella whispers. Her hand brushes against mine in silent recognition of the painful memory of my mother. I let my fingers drift over hers in the shadow of her cloak before curling my hand into a fist and shoving it into my jacket pocket. “His parents being mates is nearly impossible but true in their case.Offspring between the two species is even more impossible. It shouldn’t happen, which is why you’re so damn unbelievable.”