Mating In Captivity Novels & Stories

My other half had trailed his kisses over to claim my mouth, preventing me from asking anything else then, and I almost forgot about the questions altogether as he skillfully tangled his tongue with mine, the solid weight of his body near intoxicating as he rested between my splayed thighs on the cot. I was whimpering as his fingers pinched my right nipple through the thin fabric of my tank top, but he leaned back from our kiss before it got too deep, taking on a serious demeanor as he answered me at last. In a husky tone, he said, “The process can be painful, but it’s much less so with mated pairs. I can help you shoulder the pain, just the same as Saint will be able to for your friend Mira

"It's more about pleasure than the prospect of just reproducing. Pleasure for both of you. Taking your time with her will be more enjoyable for both of you." That Viper didn't have to worry about. Reproducing was something he found was slim to none when it came to him. At least, that was how it felt. Over the past couple of hundred years since he’d matured, he had not at all been successful in his mate couplings. However, neither had his brother, and he wondered if their parentage had something to do with it.

It spilled over him more than I think he even got down his throat. I sighed. “Nate, take it away from him.” Nate shook his head. “Hell no. Have you ever seen him this chill? This is fascinating! I’m here for the whole thing. Finn, you got popcorn?” Finn chuckled and shook his head. He bent down though and procured a bowl, pouring some pretzels in it. Immediately, Nate started to snack and I rolled my eyes. “Usually, if a strong pair are mated, that the weaker of the pair goes through a transition.”

“You are so lucky to have a man like that Miss Rosa, his so romantic and caring. Even though you will be having your mating ceremony tomorrow, he still wants to spend time with you.” I groan as I remember that I will be mated tomorrow. A mating ceremony is more like a wedding, only instead of exchanging rings, the couple mark each other by biting on each other’s collarbone to complete the mate bond. This intensifies the mate bond and mates are able to read each other’s mind and feel what the other person is feeling. It was like marriage, but without a chance to divorce. Once marked, the bond can not be undone unless one mate dies.

Even if he still felt betrayed by her, he would have been unable to resist her. He must detest her now even if he wouldn't say anything about it. Yes, she remembered the crazy marathon sex they had been having for the days but it was common knowledge that immediately after the mating was completed, the mated couple were inseparable and couldn't keep their hands off each other.

The one person created to care for her, accept her, love her. And because of that, as Dominic had pointed out, Ava wouldn’t have wanted her trapped in a mating she didn’t want. Ava would have expected her to do whatever it took to escape that fate. But this particular escape route was complicated. “Even if I agreed to this deal, I don’t see how we could fake a mating bond. It’s extremely intimate. Mates are touchy-feely, they never spend time apart, they scent each other, they wear each other’s marks, and they have a link that helps them sense each other’s moods. How could we ever fake a metaphysical connection like that?”

She looked at the picture frames hung on the wall, and look deeply at the picture with her husband from when they had first mated she looks younger than the present but her beauty keeps shining its irrevocable, right from her tern wolf years she had always known of her imminent beauty and attraction since she was a line from the Eskimos. Drugs did not affect her colours nor gave her lasers on the membrane, she was still soft-skinned at curvy, with a little height to reach six feet almost equal to Hooge. She was alone at home, her home, she didn't forsake her husband’s apartment, but she's not returned yet, she hadn't made up her mind to her husband, she had come to see Virgo, her daughter, s

The realization and the obstacles that they faced. The mated females took the unmated females’ faces in their hands and touched foreheads. Giving those females a smile and all closed their eyes for a moment. The silent moment for the females seemed to tell them their time would come. That their mate would show just like theirs had. Once the females in white let go of those in black they then moved through them to their left side and the mated mates were allowed to pass the unmated males then. The mated males gripping the shoulders of the unmated men, a similar understanding and assurance that their mate would come too. That waiting was always part of it.

he caressed my bottom lip, and leaned in to seal his lips with mine. My heart skipped and raced in my chest from his words but I couldn’t say them back. Luckily for me, his mom appeared in the doorway to tell us the whole of the pack was waiting for us in the woods already. It was a ritual to hold the mating ceremony in the middle of the woods, with the werewolves gathered in a large circle, around the two mates as they howled their vows but in this case, we’d be saying them.

Elias's explanation caught me by surprise. "What the hell are you saying?" I sat upright, looking at the side of his face. "Elias is trying to say that newly mated couples end up having sex in the ballroom or the surroundings. Usually, pups are locked inside to avoid corrupting them and to give mates the space they need to cement their bonds," Maribel deadpanned, smoothing her hand over her skirt. "How hard is it to control that particular urge?" I asked, then chewed on the inside of my cheek, dreading the answer.