Mate Bond....From Hell

Official Meeting

I wipe down the bench and put the weights away. I’ve been working out for a while, letting my exhaustion dictate when I’m done. I stand in the middle of the room and just try to gather myself.

When we moved into this house, I decided to make the garage a home gym. Natasha thought I’d want a man cave, but why would I? I don’t want to be away from my wife; I don’t need space. A gym was much more practical, and Natasha even uses it from time to time.

I walk into the house, and the lights are off. Natasha must have gone to bed, or she’s waiting for me to come into the room. I slowly climb the stairs and pause in front of our door. I don’t want another argument, so I hope she goes to sleep.

I slowly open the door, and it’s pitch black in the room. I can hear Natasha’s heavy breathing, struggling to keep my heavy sigh inside. I love this woman, but she makes me crazy sometimes. When that happens, I don’t want to deal.

I turn the shower on, making sure to close and lock the bathroom door. I just need some time in there before I get in bed. When I get in bed, I will cuddle with my wife, and all of the foolishness from before will be thrown out the window.

I close my eyes as the hot water falls all over me. I feel my muscles loosen, and the tension melts away. I let my mind drift, and she pops up. She’s on her knees, looking up at me. Her dark brown eyes are filled with longing, and my body reacts. I reach down and run my thumb across her plump lips. I feel myself getting hard the more I think of her.

In my mind, she opens her mouth, and my d.ick disappears down her throat. Her head moves back and forth while her hands grip my ass. I groan and turn my body so my shoulders and head lean against the shower wall. The water is raining down on my body, and I’m standing at attention.

I let my hands travel and wrap one around my d.ick. I start to pump it with my fist and use my free hand to play with my chest. I imagine shoving myself down her throat; she’s half choking, half slurping me down. I continue stroking until I let loose in the shower. I open my eyes and am instantly mortified. I quickly clean myself and turn the shower off. I step out, drying off with my towel. I wipe some condensation off the mirror and look at myself. How is it that I just got off imagining some woman that I don’t even know?

~Lyric~

I got up early this morning, eager to get to the office. I have a plan, and it’s a pretty good one if I say so myself. I’m going to present myself to him and let the bond take over. He needs to officially meet me for the bond to set in.

He’s married, though.

What does that matter, Nia? He’s our fated mate, and that marriage means nothing in our world.

But he isn’t of our world….. he’s a human…..

Are you trying to tell me that you don’t want our mate?

I’m not saying that. I just mean….

Look, Nia…..I will handle this. Don’t worry about it, okay? I put a block up and finish getting ready for the day. I stand in front of my full-length mirror and inspect my look. Everything has to be perfect if I want this to go the way it’s meant to.

I smooth my navy blue dress. It’s sleeveless with a box collar. It stops mid-thigh, and I paired it with a pair of black pumps. I felt that wearing my hair down would be beneficial. My hair is super curly, and when it is tamed, it looks amazing. My dress is tight enough to show off the fact that I have a nice size chest and ass, so that’s definitely a plus. I grab a black wrap and walk out of my room.

I decide to skip breakfast, planning to grab a coffee when I get to the office. I don’t want to be too full or have my breath stink when I speak to my mate today. Daddy had already got the car ready for me and said he would meet me in the office later.

My anxiety was on 10 as we glide through the streets to the office building. I had spent all night trying to come up with the best line to use on him, but nothing I came up with felt right. I figure it will all come naturally when I look at him.

The car stops in front of the building, and I slowly step out onto the street. I take a deep breath and walk through the glass doors. I walk to the elevator, pulling my card out of my bag. I’m glad Daddy made sure I had my cards so I don’t have to take the elevator with everyone else.

When I turn the corner, my heart stops. He’s there, standing in front of the elevator. There’s no one else around, so this may be my chance. I shove my card back into my bag and step up next to him. It’s obvious the moment he notices me because his body gets tense. I pretend I don’t see that and quietly wait for the elevator.

The ding startles me since I was lost in my own thoughts. He steps up and puts his hand in front of the door, allowing me to walk into the elevator. I walk in and stand in front of the buttons. I wait for him to get in, hoping that no one pops up. I watch as the door closes, and I feel butterflies in my stomach. “Uh, what floor?”

“I’m on the thirtieth floor.” Goddess, that voice! His deep baritone voice causes my knees to tremble, and I feel myself getting wet. If he were a wolf, I’d be completely caught right now. I manage to press the 30 and then the 50, though I hope I don’t have to go up there.

The elevator starts to move, and I watch the numbers climb. I’m suddenly super nervous, but I know I don’t want to waste this opportunity. I turn my body slightly to the left so I can see him better. “I’m Lyric Evans, new to the office. You are…..?” He doesn’t turn to me or look at me, and I’m getting scared that he won’t respond.

“Malik Grant. I’m a lawyer for the company.” I wasn’t ready, but I would love for it to happen again.

“A lawyer, huh? How long have you been here?”

“It’s been about 5-6 years now. I hear that your father is the CEO.” I give a dry chuckle.

“I guess word travels fast around here.”

“You could say that.” He still isn’t looking at me. I want to grab his face and force his eyes on me. I take a deep breath and turn to him more. I take a step toward him, looking to see if he will move away or closer. He does neither, and that deflates me a bit. I look at him, letting my eyes travel his body. He clearly works out, though he’s not as muscular as a wolf would be. He’s wearing a black three-piece suit with a maroon tie. I notice the wedding band on his hand and feel a pain in my chest.

“How long have you been married?” It’s a stupid question, I know, but maybe it will give me a plan of action.

“I’ve known my wife since high school, and we’ve been married about 6 years now. She’s the love of my life.” Nia whines in my head, and I want to do the same. The ring was already a knife to the heart, but hearing him call her the love of his life is twisting the knife.

The tears are starting to build in my eyes, but I refuse to let them fall. I won’t let him see me like this. I need to keep my plan in mind and go with that. He may think she’s some great love, but we are meant to be together. I will get him to understand that very soon, and we can move on from there. I’m not one to be known as a home wrecker, but in this instance, I think an exception can be made.