Fated to A Monster

Chapter Seven: Mating

Asteria:

I felt his lips met mine again; I did not respond to his kiss and simple let his lips touch mine. My heat calmed a little as he pressed his body against mine. I felt tingles across my skin where we touched. I kept my arms spread wide, grabbing a fist full of the bedsheets. I closed my eyes; I didn't want to see what was happening. I wanted the bed to swallow me somehow. I held the bedsheets tightly as he started touching me more. He removed the towel around my body, revealing my naked flesh. I felt his hands brush against my breasts before grabbing hold of them and touching them. I felt my cheeks become feverish, and my stomach clench. I wanted him to stop; I didn't want this. I felt his hands pull away from my breasts, and his lips leave mine. I dare not open my eyes; I was relieved to no longer feel his touch. The pain started again, burning hotter without his touch.

"Asteria," Henry called out; I could sense his feeling of concern and hurt. He knew by my reaction that I didn't want him, and that hurt him. I was afraid to open my eyes, and I could feel Henry lingering above me. I felt his eyes on my body, studying my form. I felt so shy; I just wanted to cover my body. I knew he already saw everything, but that didn't mean I wanted him to.

"Asteria, look at me," Henry demanded in his Alpha voice. I had no choice but to open my eyes and look at him. His grey eyes were dark with lust. They stared at me, looking straight into my soul. I could feel the mate bond pulling me to touch him, to take pleasure from him. But part of me wanted none of his touches or none of his pleasures. The heat burned deeper with each passing moment. The pain was unbearable. I knew if I just let him touch me that the pain would fade away. I knew if I took pleasure from him, the heat would end, but I didn't want that. My body started shaking again, the pain evolving, becoming worse. I could feel the pain burning to the bone; I could help but unleash a scream, feeling nothing but agony. This was a nightmare come true.

"You can writhe in pain, or you can let me help you, Asteria. I won't force you, but I won't let you die. Would you please not make me hurt you?" Henry stated, his tone was cold and direct. I couldn't keep my eyes away from his; I knew that he was truthful. He really didn't want to hurt me, but I wasn't giving him much of a choice. I was fighting back against his touch. I wasn't responding to his advances.

"Henry, I'm just afraid," I said, letting tears stream down my face. I was genuinely crying because I was genuinely afraid. I had my choice taken from me; I had to let him touch me. I had to let him take pleasure from my body, or this heat would kill me. He said that he wouldn't let that happen. He found he force me anyway if I let the heat go on for too long. I was too weak to use my magic. The heat was taking all of my strength. I couldn't defend myself against him. I needed just to accept this was my fate.

Henry watched me as the tears streamed down my face; I let out a light sob, resulting in his determined expression turning to worry. I felt his hand caress my cheek; tingles followed as he wiped away my tears.

"I'm sorry," Henry said, leaning down to kiss me, his body pressed against mine again as he deepened the kiss. My body screamed for me to kiss him back, and I did. I pulled my hands from the bedsheets and rested them on the back of his head, pulling him closer and moving my lips against his. Henry let out a sight moan against my lips as we shared our first real kiss. Our lips are moving in unison. I felt him bite my lower lip and opened my mouth for him. His tongue quickly entered my mouth, exploring it. His hands went to my breasts, holding them in his hands before kneading them gently. I felt a different heat come between my legs; this heat came with wetness. His touch aroused me, and I knew he could tell because he deepened the kiss and increased his moves against my breasts, pulling my n*****s roughly and twisting them. I let out a moan against his lips. He broke his lips away, panting. He moved his head to my neck, planting kisses along the way before he reached my mark. As soon as his lips met my mark, I screamed in ecstasy. He kissed his mark before sucking it, leaving me to moan and writhe under him. The feeling of him sucking my mark was too much for me. I felt his hand over down, creeping closer and closer to my most private area. I quickly closed my legs, denying him access.

"I need to touch you. I need to prepare you. Open your legs so I can touch that pretty little pussy." Henry whispered into my ear. I tighten my legs, and he started touching my inner thighs, caressing them softly. I shivered as tingles erupted across my thighs. The wetness between my legs grew.

"I promise it will feel good, and it will hurt less when I'm inside of you," Henry said into my ear before kissing my mark again. I knew he was right. He needed to touch me; he needed to prepare me for him. I learned about s*x; my mother had taught me the importance of foreplay. Letting him feel my most sensitive area was something my mother talked about; often, telling helped prepare you for penetration. She also said to me that his licking of my sensitive area was highly pleasurable. I slowly opened my legs for Henry, knowing that he was going to touch me eventually. I saw this, and he went straight for my core, feeling my wet folds and parting them out of the way. My legs trembled at his touch. I felt him find my entrance. He looked down at me and smiled before slipping a finger into my p***y. I closed my eyes feeling sight discomfort as he started to thrust his finger in and out of my virgin p***y. I felt his lips against mine again; I happily accepted the kiss, knowing it would distract from the discomfort of his touch.

The longer we kissed, the more I felt myself enjoying his touch. I could feel myself becoming wetter, and the discomfort disappeared, replaced with the feeling of pure pleasure.

"Does that feel good, princess?" Henry asked, breaking our kiss. I didn't respond; I was too shy. I felt my cheeks become flushed at the thought of responding to his question. He moved his finger faster, thrusting deeper into my core; I felt something coming. I was going to release myself on his hand. I was panting and moving under him. I was so overwhelmed. He moved even quicker, and I could hold myself back. I closed my eyes and reached for hair, pulling it as I released myself on his hand, letting out a scream of utter pleasure. I was somewhere else; my body relaxed against his. I kept my eyes closed, letting the feeling of pleasure wash over me. I could believe I had let me do that to me and that it felt that great. I never thought a werewolf could make me feel this way, even if they were my mate. I hate myself for taking pleasure from him, but it couldn't be helped. Henry and I had to mate, and the night was just beginning. He was only preparing me for what was coming next.