The Flesh That Mates Novels & Stories

Albert staggered back, crashing to the floor. His fingers trembled as he flipped open the agreement. The contents were brief: Article 1: Grace invokes the right of unilateral rejection due to the betrayal of her mate, Albert. The dissolution is mandatory and effective immediately. Article 2: Their son, Leo, has chosen to remain with his mother, Grace. Below the second article was a line of small, handwritten text in Grace’s script. “Blessings to you and Maria. Now you can have a real mating ceremony with her.”

He demanded to know what was going on, so I told him what had happened. "This son of a bitch right here was flirting with my mate. He had his hands all over her." "Wait, what? No, I wasn't flirting. We were sparring. How the hell was that flirting, numbnuts? Besides, I didn't know she was your mate. We were sparring and hitting each other to learn new moves. It was you who came at me like a bat out of hell, tossing me to the side. I mean, what the heck, man. Do you really think I would hit on your mate? She is beautiful, but damn." When he called my mate beautiful, I growled at him. I didn't like anyone else calling my mate beautiful. Lucas told us to chill out. He told me to go talk to my m

His burning eyes were locked on me. “Another one is how mates’ heartbeats will begin to synchronise with each other when they touch. Hard to test, I guess, without a stethoscope. And,” I said, moving closer again, feeling bold and wild, “during mating season, apparently, fated mates are filled with…with instinctive physical desire for each other. Can’t test that one either. But some of the signs are easy. Like how fated mates are soothed by each other’s scents.”

Please give me something to drink, " I said to Michael. Fin's head snapped to the right. A group of young women was walking with herbs and veggies in their baskets. One stopped. I watched Fin walking towards them. MATE, he shouted. The woman stared at him. Mate, she said softly. In our world, finding a fated mate is everything—the kind of destiny most spend their lives hoping for, and just as many never find. The mate bond is more than love; it is recognition, a pull in the soul, the sense that you are finally home. It is said you feel it the instant your eyes meet, a force that cannot be denied or broken. Once claimed, a mate shares your strength, your pain, your triumphs, and failures. Som

He towered over her, mouth wide open to rip her neck a part. Nadia squinted her eyes shut, unable to move. She was sure her legs were broken. “I’m going to enjoy you..” He growled with a menacing grin. “But first..I’ve never mated with a coyote before.” His tongue slithered out of his mouth and onto her fur. Sopping it with saliva that made her cringe in fear.

he says which makes me freeze, that's the first time he's said that since we found out we're mates, for some reason it sounds so different to how it used to. It made me start to think how far we've actually come as mates, I've been so focused on other things that I haven't actually thought about us. When I first found out I was mated to Ryan, I didn't know if I'd ever be able to fully accept it and I thought it would be weird, but I couldn't have been more wrong. I want to spend the rest of my life with him as his mate, which meant I had to do something. "Mark me," I say, which makes him quickly move to look at my face shocked.

I asked hesitantly, needing to understand this completely before drawing any conclusions. “They mate,” the one to my left said bluntly, his voice laced with a smirk. “And claim each other as theirs.” “They mate?” I repeated, my brows furrowing in confusion. “They fuck,” he clarified with a mischievous grin, and I nearly choked on my own saliva. “Just like that?” I asked, my voice rising in disbelief. “They just met for the first time, didn’t they?” Ares chuckled softly, shaking his head. “The mate bond doesn’t just pull them together physically. It carries an unexplainable attraction. a sensation that’s impossible to ignore. When mates touch each other, they feel sparks. It goes both ways.”

"Like I said, I don't need a mate." "Sooner or later, this body will fall. Nothing is eternal here, and to be honest, this body kinda sucks," I stopped to lick my chapped lips. Why was it getting dry by the second? "And besides, it's not like I want to commit to someone. What's the good of having a mate who only lives as your blood bank? One day they will wither and die, and I have to look for a new one to replace them."

My face begins to grow hot as the blood rushes to my cheeks. He laughs at my reaction. “The purpose of having a mate is finding someone who can match you in every imaginable way,” he looks smug as says that last bit. “Mates are usually compatible so that we are eager to reproduce and…” “Whoa…what? Reproduce?” I gasp outwardly. “As in children? Together? Us?”

"Do not speak about my mate, you traitor." "Mate," he spat in disgust. "There's no such thing as a soulmate! It's religious propaganda! There was no mate pull between Isolde's mother and me. There's no mate pull between most couples. It's romantic nonsense!" I shook my head at him and took a step back. He wasn't making any sense. He sat up, cradling his injured arm. "What the hell are you talking about?" I demanded. "What you call the mate pull is just pheromones putting your wolf into a rut," he yelled. "It's physical attraction and nothing more. Women that trigger it are–"