Novel & Cerita Tasting All My Mates Book

“I do want soda. It makes me a little sick, but I don’t vomit when I drink it, and since it tastes so good it’s worth it. I’m not uncomfortable with the mate thing; honestly, I don’t think I understand it well enough to be uncomfortable with it at this point.” “You know, there’s this handy dandy document on your phone called the mate manual,” Zed remarked. “It’s on mine too. Maybe you should read it.” “Is there an audiobook?” I checked. “I can make one.” A grin stretched my lips. I wouldn’t mind hearing his gorgeous voice reading anything at all. “Alright, when we swap seats, you can read me the damn mate manual.” He lifted a fist in the air, like a sarcastic fist-pump almost.

The note read: 'Good morning sweet cheeks... Sorry, I'm leaving so early. I have an important meeting to get to but trust me, we will see each other very soon. I'm sorry about last night. I'd like a do-over. Until then, S. Wilde P.S. You're my mate.' My brain kept repeating those last words that were mentioned out of nowhere. P.S. You're my mate. They echoed in my head, dulling everything out. There was a throbbing pain that set in; it felt like someone took a metal baseball bat and began rapidly bashing my head in, leaving me no recovery period in between blows.

I bump into something big and quite firm, I felt arms snake around me [[ easy there mate ]] sparks lit up my body like wildfire. M-Mate? I am engulfed in the scent of Chocolate mixed with Cinnamon, I sink my face deep into his chest and inhale and almost c*m in my pants. I look up then ease out of his embrace and look up to the man standing before me ** mate ** we both say at the same time.

That only encouraged Dante to deepen the kiss while my mates explored my body with their hands. My cock ached, so hard and needy and wanting more. I pressed closer to Dante and I sort of heard my two mates talking, but nothing was making sense, nothing but their touch, their scents, their warmth. “Mate,” I mumbled against Dante’s lips. “I need to taste both of you.” My needy whimper didn’t sound like me, but I was impressed I’d managed to get the words into a coherent sentence. Dante kissed me one last time and leaned back. “Our mate needs you, Alicia. He needs to taste you, which works for me because I need to taste him.”

Terry said and left the room, causing me to let out a sigh of relief. "Sorry that you had to hear that, love." my mate said and kissed me on the cheek. I squeezed his hand in a loving manner and giving his assurance that it didn't bother me. I could feel my mate's mood uplift and with a tug on my hand, he led me through the area that we were in and then stopped. I felt his life me and set me on a hard yet comfy surface. I was confused until he said, "Don't worry it's just a chair." I smiled at him and for the next few minutes, I heard the banging of metal, the scratching of some sort of utensils, and then the sound of glass coming into contact with the smooth surface that my hands were on. T

Ian just shoveled his food down without looking at anyone. I scarfed my own breakfast as quickly as I could, because I couldn’t take much more of this. The hickeys on my neck felt like they were lit up in giant strobing neon lights. Matthew ate methodically at my side, not showing any more signs of wanting to talk than anyone else. Nate took a swig of his coffee, and the writing on the side of his mug caught my eye. “Does that say The Only Mate I Need Is Coffeemate?”

I picked up one and it read, “fat for life.” Another read, “had to buy a mate.” Another read, “fake mated.” I couldn’t touch another. I’d kill for a match, to burn this whole stupid school down! Tears began to well in my eyes and I swallowed hard, sticking my head into my locker to hide my face. When I realized I had not one but TWO mates, and they were hot as hell, I thought my life would get better. Easier at least. So far, it wasn’t looking that way.

“And what sentence might that even be? Since when did you become a mind reader?” “Because I know you. I know what you’re thinking.” “Do you now? And what am I thinking?” “I’m thinking that you’re pushing me away. Trying to make this into nothing more than sex.” “And isn’t it?” I give up struggling since Dayne, when he really wants me to stay put, is impossible to move. “Then perhaps you might enlighten me what exactly we are?” “Mates, Talis. We are mates.” “Mates,” I snarl, getting close up into his face, “who share nothing except a fucking bed.”

"Listen, Arwa..." "You listen to me," I cut him off harshly. Weird as it may seem, I was not afraid of him that much now. "You kept yelling and calling me your mate when..." It suddenly clicked. The word mate suddenly clicked. Before I had heard it from Elian, I had heard it somewhere. Or to put it rightly, I had read it somewhere. I had read it from our literature book. Precisely, Mel's book.

I gasp loudly and shake my head almost immediately. "No fucking way! I just needed space to think, and I was so horny. He told me he knows when I am aroused. So he could probably smell my arousal in the air. I kept wondering if he could read my thoughts and if he knows what exactly I want him to do to me." "Well, hell yes, he is your mate. He probably knows all that stuff." "Shit! That's creepy!" I cover my face with my hands. "Don't take my words seriously. I am the single one here. How am I supposed to know?"