Tasting All My Mates Book Novels & Stories

Her heart raced as he returned the kiss and she felt drunk on his taste. She opened her mouth and enticed him to do the same. The kiss deepened, and she pulled him closer. She couldn’t believe how good he tasted. It’s all yours, she heard a little voice say, and a sense of possession washed over her. This amazing smell and delicious taste is all yours! This perfect man is all yours! He’s your mate, the voice told her. Lily froze at the words “her mate.”

“Before I go out there, I have to know who my mates are.” She sighed and opened her phone. “Your mates are as follows; Colby Mcgrath, Rain Kim, Matthew Clark, and Jesse Johnson.” When she said the first name I started to feel faint but then the nurse kept rattling off all the names of my tormenters for years. How was it I could be tied to all of my brother’s friends? It didn’t seem possible that they were the ones I was fated to be with. “There must be a mistake. They can’t be my mates.”

So, I turn my thoughts from gratitude for my pack to instead gratitude for my mate and his magical tongue as he slides my jeans down my legs, kneels in front of me and begins eagerly licking and lapping up my desire, which he insists tastes like warm cherry pie. Chapter 12 coming soon

He commanded reverence as the school's most popular figure and stood as the Alpha of one of the most affluent packs. A solitary glimpse of him had the power to shift my perspective, altering my thoughts and desires. For three unceasing years, I fervently beseeched the cosmos, praying day and night to be fated to him. Miraculously, my prayers were answered. Nevertheless, my father's bitter proclamations now resonated as more than just words--they held a resonance of harsh truth. Are mates truly evil to each other? "Good. Because remember, mates only bring trouble and sorrow. I feel pity for those who acquired mates today," he shrugged, his words laden with a dismissive air. He then departed f

The menu hadn't changed, not the names, not the ingredients and definitely not the price. "I love Joe's milkshakes" Alex said nervously. We sat in silence until the food came. I'd ordered my usual, the loaded toastie which was full of veggies and a large triple chocolate milkshake. "so..." he began "what's going on..." "Remember how I told you about the book I'd read..." He nodded "yes the fantasy one about building mates" "Alex." I said plainly, trying to sound annoyed. "Well the book is real... true... so I have to decide between you who is my determined mate or Prince Grey who is my chemistry mate..."

be mumbled placing his hand on his head. "Why me" he added before walking to bathroom leaving me alone. _____________ Alex came out of the bathroom later. "Damien said you have some questions for me" he said sitting next to me. " Yes" I said cleaning my face of any tears "What is a mate" "A mate is someone who you live with for the rest of your life. They work together to achieve each other's goals" " Damien said I was one of you" " You aren't" he said sternly" but you will be soon"

In these past days, I notice that I am getting used to living here already and talking without fear, for I have seen and felt that this pack was really welcoming me as their member and not as a slave. “The book said that your mate could make you happy, like you would be the happiest being in the world when you find it. Is it weird that I want that as well? But then again, how can I know if I already found my mate?” “You will feel it.” “Huh? How?” “No one really gave you a pep talk about this?” “Like I said, Alpha, I grew up alone, isn’t it?” “Then if I tell you how would you believe me?”

I move seductively on my knees, my nerves buzzing as I take his cock into my mouth without letting go of Matthew. He tastes amazing, and I love everything about his cock, even if I struggle to take it in properly at its thickness. I roll my eyes into the back of my head at the sole thought of feeling him in me and nearly feel guilty as the cocks of my other mates, as fantastic and huge they might be, don’t have the same effect on me.

"Elder Thomas, you saw my mate, didn't you? You said he had clear eyes and that my dad would be pleased!" The same confusion appeared on his face. "Nora, what are you talking about? You never had a mate. You've always been alone." His answer was firm. But the more he insisted, the more wrong it felt. "That's impossible! My mate has been right here with me all this time! You couldn't have missed him!" The moment I spoke, the other packmates began casting skeptical glances my way. "Nora, I remember you coming alone. Where did this mate of yours come from?"

the sarcasm laced in his voice seeped into me like a slow, deadly poison. Suddenly, his cold hand gripped my chin and made me look up at him. The way his eyes oozed hatred and malice, crushed my insides, “Let me be clear. I don’t do ‘mates’, choco pie. What I do is torture people until their souls cry for death. You are nothing to me more than a fucking trophy to earn and now that I know I am your mate, the process to get you kneeling for me only got easier.”