Pick Your Playmate Novels & Stories

the voice urged, its allure coaxing him toward the dark woods. Closing his ears as if to shut out the otherworldly plea, he hesitantly stepped into the inky blackness. Unperturbed by the nocturnal sounds, Stuart, a natural leader, ventured further. A captivating girl in a Cinderella dress beckoned him deeper into the woods. Though her face eluded visibility, her beauty emanated even from behind. Her curly hair danced in the cold breeze as they reached a mysterious clearing.

"Since you can not get a mate, we found a fake mate for you and you have no choice but to accept" " A... A fake mate?!"

He only believed in matebond, so he was simply using other girls to satisfy his desire until he found his mate. I wondered who would be his mate. Would he treat her really well? No one had ever seen him behaving softly with any girl. Would he love that girl? What about me? Who was my mate? Did I cheat my mate by letting another boy kiss me? Wasn't it wrong to feel like this for someone else? I opened my eyes and gazed at the sky. I could not help but think, 'Where are you, Mate?'

Role-playing was almost a nightly occurrence. Sometimes we would stage our role-plays outside the safety of our home. On many occasions, I have 'picked her up' in bars. We've also role-played at restaurants, and even on street corners. In case you're thinking that I was responsible for initiating these games, you would be wrong. Most of the time it was Anna who chose the role-playing scenario. Her favorites were forced sex, bondage, and being a submissive little slut.

Liam's wounds are fully healed; not even a scar remains. I stood before the statue of the Moon Goddess in a pure white gown. Elias stood beside me in a formal black suit. There was no possessiveness in his eyes, no desire for conquest, only pure love and commitment. "Sandra Moonridge," the shaman declared in the ancient ritual tongue, "do you take this man, Elias Blackridge, as your mate, your King, and your equal?" "I do," my voice was clear and firm. "Elias Blackridge, do you take this woman, Sandra Moonridge, as your mate, your Queen, and your partner, to stand by her side always and forever?"

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.

"Yes. Didn't you notice it when you first set eyes on him? Oh yeah I forgot you were to busy getting angry." I rolled my eyes and let my arms cross over each other. "You need rest, tomorrow is your day and you better convince the people that you're happy to be mates soon." I could feel the need for it in her voice. "Do you think he'll mate us?" I had already put on the pink nightgown I saw in the wardrobe. "Of course, he has no choice. The question is, are you ready to mate with him?" She was quiet for a while, waiting for my reply I guess.

She is my mate and therefore belongs with me. I mindlinked my beta, who was still mingling at the party. Unlike me, he enjoys large groups of people. I have identified my mate, and she will be returning with us to the NightClaw pack tomorrow. Could you apprise the council of this news? I would like to retire to my room for the time being.' ‘You found your mate? Congrats, man. That’s awesome.’ Samuel replied. ‘Who is she?’ ‘Miss Nivia Omari,’ I conveyed.

’ "I want to be your mate. And I'm okay with becoming your blood bank or whatever you like as long as no one knows." "Just claim me, or bite me. Do anything to mark me according to the procedure of creatures like you so I can become your mate," I added, showing my neck. I had already prepared what I was about to say in case Nicholas rejected me or ran or suck me dry, but unexpectedly… He agreed. "Huh? Okay, if that's what you want. Be my mate." What? "Great, then how do we…" "But after I make sure you're okay and really eligible for me, I don't want to risk myself."

Sky: Sure, how many of you should I tell are going be in your party? Mateo: 6 of us. Sky: Okay I’ll put your name down with a plus 5 is that cool? Mateo: You’re the best sweet thing 😉. Sky: Are you flirting with me? Mateo: (blushing) Absolutely not what makes you say that? Sky: Nothing LOL, well look for me when you get here. TTLY Mateo: I gotcha see you shortly.