My Stepfather Is My Mate.

DID YOU SLEEP WITH HIM?

I don’t know what was going on with me. His pheromones increased by the second and intoxicated me.

I was growing insane with lust. I couldn’t get control of my body.

“Damn, Hardulph. Damn, ahhh…I want more.” He was big and warm between my legs. All I wanted was for him to devour me.

My body moved on its own. Against my will and my lips were moving, begging my mate to take me as he wanted and ravish me.

My wolf wanted him. My body craved badly for him to take over us and claim me as his mate.

“Please, Hardulph.” he sucked my breast all over again and went down to my stomach and before I knew what was going on. I gasped out when Hardulph slowly slammed his d**k inside me.

“Sorry, I couldn’t hold back anymore, love.” He groaned as I shivered and wrapped my arms around his neck.

“You are so full.” I whispered, panting and bearing the thought of how big he was inside me.

My stomach the f**k.

I can’t believe this hot rod is inside me. I feel like dying in pleasure.

He was right. His d**k wasn’t 6 inches. I guess I was so wrong about the size of his d**k. It’s been a long time since I had s*x and I have never taken a d**k this big before.

“Yeah, love.” He shut his eyes. “I love how warm your insides are.”

“Ahhh…Hardulph, you are moving.” I panicked.

“Relax.” He kissed my nose. “You are gonna cut my d**k off, love.”

I kissed him on his lips and Hardulph held me closer to me and rammed inside me.

“Hardulph…more…Hardulph…” he thrusts deeper and deeper.

"f**k, I love how thick you are." He grabbed the back of my butt with both hands and went faster.

After what felt like almost an hour in banging each other up.

My body shook terribly when Hardulph shot his huge load inside me. He pulled out of me and for the past few minutes; we were both silent.

He grabbed a tissue and cleaned both of us up.

“Use your bathroom…”

He paused when I sat up in front of him naked as soon as he wore his pants up and his left arm crossed over his eyes with his head resting at the top edge of the sofa.

“Why do I feel you are having regrets?”

The vibe I was getting from him told me otherwise.

“I shouldn’t have done this with you.” He muttered and stood up from the sofa. “What if your mother had caught us?”

“Hardulph…”

“Leave right now.” He wouldn’t even look at me. He walked past the sofa and stopped in his tracks. “If you want to leave, do it now. It is not advisable for mates to stay in the same mansion.”

“You are insane.” I murmured. “I hate you so much.”

"Suit yourself."

Hardulph didn’t come back. After that day, that was the last time I saw him.

I moved out of his mansion and packed for Tunstall’s house. As soon as he saw me when he opened his door, he sighed and said, “Let me guess, he broke your heart.”

I ran up to him and cried bitterly on his chest. He wrapped his arms on my shoulders and patted them.

I cried for an hour and didn’t want to accept the fact that this was how my life was.

I didn’t tell my sister what actually happened but I told her that I had found my place and she was happy for me and congratulated me for not living with our mother anymore.

She had a place. She lives with her boyfriend to reduce the cost of rent too. And I live with my best friend for the same reason, who wholeheartedly just wants someone to stay with and have some company.

A month later, I tried to get through the days of my life and forget everything that had happened.

I sat down on the bench at the roadside, thinking of what to do next. I was suddenly craving for some sour fruits. I got up to go get some for myself. Then I remembered Tunstall has some fruits at home and sat back down.

I got up again and changed my mind. Better to eat those at home than waste my money on fruits when I don’t even know if they are sour enough.

I got home and went straight to the kitchen. I saw Tunstall drinking some beer and was on his phone.

“Hey!” He glanced up. “What’s up with you?”

“Those fruits were here yesterday.” I pointed at the black counter.

“Yes, they were.” He nodded while looking at the counter. “What’s the problem?”

“Don’t tell me you threw them away? I told you last night to leave them at the counter.” I whined and smacked my forehead.

“At the counter? They got spoiled already. You couldn’t have eaten them. You wouldn’t—”

“I don’t care.” I was on the verge of crying. “Tunstall, you could have left them there.” I cried out.

Tunstall dropped his cold beer on the counter and strolled up to me in a confused manner.

“I hate you.” I went on. “You could have left them there. Why did you take them away from there?”

“Are you okay?”

“I’m fine, okay. I’m completely fine and don’t look at me as if I’m crazy.”

"You don't look fine to me."

"I said I'm fine." I insisted.

He looked at me closely and put his hand at my belly.

“What are you doing?” I slapped his hand off my belly.

“Ravenna, when was the last time you saw your period?”

“I think…” I tried thinking about the last time I saw my period. “Three weeks ago. No, I meant a month ago.” I innocently replied with a sniff. “What’s going on?” I asked.

“You’ve been craving sour fruit for up to two weeks now. Meat irritates you and makes you want to throw up. You hate eating and when I cook, you grimace at the scent of the food and call it stinky. I got offended at first and thought you just wanted to play around. But when you refused to eat anything at all, except for sour fruits, drinks, yogurt and creamy salad. I got suspicious. And you cry and whine if you don’t get what you want as if you are a baby. You are adding weight. Seems like hormones are getting the best of you. Your pheromones smell different, too.”

He was right. I have been getting extra emotional lately and just a slight issue. I wanna cry my eyes out till I get them.

“Ravenna.” He called out to me. And I looked him in the eye. “When you went to speak with him that day, did you sleep with him?”