Tasting All My Mates Book Novels & Stories

“mate” damn, again? I have two mates now. What the hell is going on? the man behind me chuckles, Silas was it, and i turned to look at him, about to question him on what was so funny when he leans over me and sniffs my hair and whispers “ if i can smell your arousal, care to guess who else can” I blush and feel my cheeks redden but I look away from him just to see that every man sitting down had either completely black eyes or red eyes, but everything told me they were hungry and not for food but lust.

"Lucky for you, I brought these bad boys with me. I've made them myself!" "Thank you." The conversation made Saint frown. How could Harper already have forgotten their earlier promise? Saint glared down at the plate he had prepared for his mate and grabbed it with a constricting feeling in his chest. A second later, all the food was down in the dumpster. It seemed even mates couldn't be trusted to keep their words.

We cum and he stays in me for a while, "I love you, Leon," "As do I, Mate," SECOND BOOK: MY CRUEL MATE by Sunshine Princess.

But for now to the Starbucks. Outside Starbucks Now that's a lunch I won't forget. Time to head home Momma needs a nap. Then all of a sudden I smelt the most delicious and mouth watering sent. It smelt like The forest in the early morning fresh from raining. Mum has told me all about mates. You smell an amazing scent and then you see each other and then the mate bond comes making you fall stupidly in love with your mate. So much that you can't stand being away from each other.

I got sick when I saw the effects of his tours with the girls. Here on the ground, I saw some pieces of women's clothing lying negligently. I bent down, picked it up with disgust, and put it in a basket that I had brought with me here. Despite my feelings of misery, I went to his wardrobe. With trembling hands, I grabbed his shirt and held it on my chest, and I smelled his body sticking to him. My feelings can't be disappointed; he's my mate, my estimated mate, I swear to that, but I don't know why he treats me with all this hostility!!

Chapter 29 Kora's POV How do I survive without my mates, they’re always leaving for places that are unknown and I have to wait for their return doing nothing. “I know you’re having thoughts about your mates, they would be back” “They never told me of this, they leave all of a sudden and let me stay alone. I don’t like it” I complained as Matrine mocked my words calmly. “Why are you mocking me?” I inquired as I stared deep into her eyes, wondering what her thoughts were.

And at the same time, I had seen him approaching me as well. I had tried to run away, but my body wouldn't let me. It was as if it had taken a mind of its own that day. And Anya’s sudden excitement that day had been another case on its own. When we had gotten closer to each other, we stood and stared at each other lustily for about a minute. My heart had raced so bad that I thought it was going to leave my chest. And when we both suddenly uttered the word, ‘Mate’ simultaneously, I knew a change of plans was occurring. And that was what landed me here.

“Mates are overrated anyway.” “Luke’s not your mate, right?” I recalled what Jasmine had told me. “He is now.” She thrust her chest out and crossed her arms smugly, giving a slight eye roll. “He’s my chosen mate.” “Who’s your real mate then?” I asked. “Who knows. I’ll never find out now.” She waved her hand dismissively. “But I don’t care. Like I said, mates are overrated. It’s way better this way.” “Hmm,” I said, considering what she was telling me. The bartender put another couple of drinks in front of us, and we picked them up to begin drinking again.

He had rushed all the way from Horizon Pack's territory to see me. We met in college. Back then, she never liked Leah . He always thought she wasn't good enough for me, and that he didn't deserve my love. We fought about it back then, and I didn't listen to him. He didn't come to my Marking Ceremony. I knew I shouldn't have called him. But he was the only one I could trust now. "What have you done to yourself? You're almost dead! Where is your mate?! You always told me how happy your family was. But now look at you!"

Each step echoed softly against the walls, the sound of my heels tapping on the polished floor like a countdown. I couldn’t help but smile to myself, remembering how Coby and I had discovered we were mates on my eighteenth birthday. The memory was vivid—the way he’d looked at me as if I were the only person in the world, and how we had claimed each other that very night. After our mating, we had become inseparable, a couple envied by the entire pack. I could still recall the envious glances from the other girls, the way they whispered about how lucky I was. And I had felt lucky—so incredibly lucky to have him, to be loved by him.