The Flesh That Mates Novels & Stories

, she explained and groaned as another wave of her heat, hit her. In the concept of a "mate" refers to a soulmate or a destined romantic partner who is meant to be with a werewolf for life. When a werewolf meets their mate, it is said to trigger a biological reaction called the "heat," which is characterized by an intense physical and emotional desire for their mate.

“Is it this whole, marriage thing?” I ask. She nods her head, “I have already found my mate, but my parents insist it is the law.” I am a bit interested by her response, “Like your Fated Mate?” I ask her. She nods her head and I don’t realize my mouth is hanging open. “Is it really that hard to believe?” she asks on the verge of tears again. I close my mouth quickly and fix my face, “N-no, no of course not. It’s just a bit..well it’s rare, is all.” “Oh, but I know it’s true Rose. I can feel it, I can feel this immense pull to be near her. When our skin meets, it tingles all over, like tiny shocks of electricity. And her smell, oh my goddess, she smells like vanilla and cream, can

“You are my mate. The bond has been pulling me toward you since the day you came of age. I followed it across four states to find you. Please — I’m asking you to accept me.” She took a step back. Looked at him. Looked at his face, kneeling in the grass of her dream-clearing, completely serious. “What’s a mate?” she said carefully. “Like — a partner? A… sexual partner?” Something crossed his face that might have been amusement, briefly. “A person can have many partners. They have only one mate. It’s a gift from the Goddess — the other half of your soul. There’s no substitute and no replacement. You either find them or you spend your life without them.”

This particular avenue, however, might be a bit too complicated. "Even if I did agree to this deal, I don't see how we could fake a mating bond. It's an extremely intimate thing. Mates are all touchy-feely, they don't spend a minute apart, they smell each other, they wear each other's marks and they have some kind of link that helps them sense each other's mood. How in the hell could we ever fake a metaphysical connection like that?" "We'll only need to fake it when anyone outside my pack is around, and that won't be often. Knowing that your freedom from being a target depends on this should help you dramatically with your acting skills."

It wasn’t just lust; it was the mate bond making sure they completed their mating ritual. As mates, the marking and mating are equally important. But Zev isn’t allowed to mark our mate. Not yet. I picked Atalanta up and placed her on Zev’s lap, facing forward. “Now, I am nothing if not a good friend, so I’ll give a little taste.” I said, standing behind my mate and lifting her up by her ass. One hand on each perfect ass cheek, so her breasts were in front of Zev’s face. “Go ahead, little mouse.” I said, and Lana pushed Zev’s head towards one of her breasts, which he eagerly sucked inside his mouth.

Zaine’s eyes opened, meeting mine with a hunger I didn’t think I had seen before, but it was like he had read my mind as he offered me his neck. I waited not a moment longer before sinking my teeth into the flesh of his neck. The place where his neck met his collarbone. The place where a matemark should sit. A matemark that would show the world that Zaine was mine. Just, as I believed, destiny had intended. We may not have been fated, but a greater force had brought us together. Our matemark would show that we shared a bond that no other could break.

The words hung in the air, thick with tension, as I bared my deepest insecurity to him. His arms encircled me, creating a cocoon of his potent scent, as he positioned his palms on either side of my head, their touch grounding me in his presence. The sound of his laborious breaths mingled with the scrape of his nails against the glass, igniting a primal response within me. Unconsciously, I exposed the vulnerable expanse of my neck, an instinctual response of a female to her Alpha mate.

"That's sweet. Is it...forever?" Abby laughs a little. "Yeah. And I know that seems kind of weird, like we don't have a say in this, but we see mates as a really positive, joyful thing. Liam and I are really happy to be mated. Lots of us who are under eighteen can't wait to turn of age and find our mates." I sip my coffee and then set it on the coffee table in front of us. "So is it like being married? But with no divorce?"

He drew blood and then licked the red, tangy liquid away before kissing her, sharing the taste, allowing the mate bond to consume them both. Her slender legs wrapped around his waist and with sure strokes he began the dance of mates, blending their scents, joining their bodies and making them one. Her inner muscles tightened around his erection and his balls clenched. With one final thrust forward, his cry matched hers and they both went over the edge into mated paradise. ***

Ethan added. "Like telepathically?" His lips parted as he thought through. "Kind of. It’s typical for a family to speak among themselves in their minds. Finn, Vergel, and I have been together so long we just synced up. It’s even stronger for mates." Mates. An intense love that syncs creatures’ minds, bodies, and souls. Her heartbeat kicked up a gear at the sound of the serious word. She wondered if he’d ever felt that way.