Dream mate

Chapter 3 - Birthday eve

The sun was sitting low in the sky by the time Marci let Hana leave for the day. Her scalp ached from all the pinning and pruning and twisting and braiding that had tortured it all day. The heavy scent of hairspray hung around her in a never dissipating cloud and made her nose wrinkle. She appreciated her friend’s efforts but it had been a long day. Marci was only trying to make sure Hana felt good for her birthday, but she would've preferred to help out around the pack instead. Other than a brief walk that morning, she had been kept away from it all and was only able to hear the bustle of preparations from Marci’s bedroom.

The street was quiet now and Hana enjoyed the open space after her day stuck inside. She closed her eyes as the breeze caressed her skin, letting a content smile pull at her lips. It was a simple moment of peace that she refused to let pass her by, and when she opened her eyes again, she spotted her home in the distance. Bunting lined the pathway to it, with small clusters of balloons hanging outside each house she passed. The view made her heart clench, spreading a warm glow throughout her body that made each step light. Her footfalls clicked against the cobbled ground, echoing in the still, cool air of the evening. Hana drew her cardigan tighter over her dress. She looked forward to a steaming bath and a hot cup of tea to chase away the chill.

A prickle aroused the hairs on the back of her neck and immediately a shiver of awareness crawled down her spine. Her muscles tensed as she whirled on the spot towards the feeling but, before she could react, a shadowed figure pulled her into the darkness and pressed her against the side of a house. A large hand covered the lower half of her face, muffling the startled noises that were trying to escape, as she fought against the hold on her body. Her heart jumped into action and her breath came in harsh pants as she tore her eyes up to figure leaning over her. Caramel hair shone in the spattering of light that reached them, catching her gaze as Sam bent down to her, his eyes mirroring the amusement dancing on his lips.

Hana scowled, but felt the soothing relief of his presence begin to work through her. Before she could relax, Sam dipped his head into the crook of her neck, leaving his lips hovering centimetres from her skin. His breath skimmed over her flesh, enticing a prickle of goosebumps to the surface. He followed the path with soft kisses, darting his tongue out to taste her, leaving a wet trail of attention leading to her jaw. A whine hissed through her teeth as he tugged her earlobe playfully between his teeth.

“You shouldn’t walk around alone at night.”

His voice was deep and vibrated around the shell of her ear causing a familiar flare to rush through her. If her heart wasn’t racing before, it was hammering now. Sam nipped the base of neck with the promise of his mark tomorrow, before taking a deep inhale of her scent. A stifled moan ghosted over his palm as Hana spread her legs to allow him closer. Her eyes fluttered closed as he pressed tight into her, fitting around the rise and fall of her body, teasing her with the memory of his intimate touch over every inch of her flesh.

Sam pulled back, drawing to her eye line. His lips now only separated from hers by his hand. His brown eyes swirled with an amber glow of need and Hana was certain hers had already bled to black, as heat climbed her cheeks. She could feel the warmth of his breath through his hand and instinctively parted her lips. She wanted to surge towards him but he held her firmly in place, the rough wall behind her preventing her retreat, not that she would ever move away from his touch.

The tension snapped between them when Sam suddenly stepped back with a chuckle, making the chill of the evening invade the space between them. Hana shivered, almost following after him, but she found herself leaning back against the wall for support at the loss of his hold on her.

“I can barely smell you under all that hairspray.”

“You have Marci to thank for that.” Hana huffed between pants. Though her heart was pounding for an entirely different reason now, it still made her feel breathless.

“Long day?” The smirk that played across Sam’s features confirmed her suspicions that he had some hand in Marci's plans.

“Very.” He held out his hand to her and she took it with an eye roll and drawled. “Will you be walking me home, Alpha, so a young woman like me doesn’t have to walk alone?”

“I’ll do better than that.”

Sam wore a devilish grin, but before Hana could question him he pulled her tight to his body with a jerk. His arm tucked under her legs and lifted her from the floor, cradling her to his chest bridal style. The movement was too fast for her to follow, and she squealed as she fell against him, laughing as Sam began walking towards the packhouse.

Hana was still giggling as Sam carried her over the threshold of their home, her cheeks stained a dark red. They had started as a dusty pink which deepened each time a pack member saw them on the way there. The Alpha didn’t notice nor care and only set her down once he had carried her to their floor of the packhouse. When he finally did, he planted a soft kiss on her forehead and told her to enjoy a bath. Hana gratefully accepted and wandered off down the hall. She cast a glance over her shoulder before entering the bathroom and smiled to herself as a fluttering of butterflies played in her stomach.

Steam was swirling in the air, rising from the bath water as Hana sunk lower into its depths. A content hum played on her lips as the soft lapping of heat against her skin coaxed her body to unwind. Her eyes were closed, and she focused on the gentle attention Sam was giving to her scalp. His rough fingers rolled over every ache letting her mind drift into blissful peace. It was pure heaven and she had to bite her lip to stop a grumble from surfacing when he eventually stopped and sat on the floor next to the tub.

“Thank you.” She sighed.

“You’re welcome.” Though Hana didn’t open her eyes, she could hear the smile in his voice. “It’s the least I could do for the birthday girl.”

“It’s not my birthday yet.” She corrected, but she’d happily accept the title if it got her this sort of treatment.

Hana expected Sam to leave the room after that, but his presence stayed by her side. After a few minutes, she began to feel small ripples brush against her and peaked one eye open to see his finger trailing through the water. It ran back and forth alongside her leg but never directly touched her. His brow was furrowed with frustration, like he was trying to figure out a stubborn problem and she waited for him to share what was on his mind.

“Marci told me that you are worried about tomorrow. About me being your mate.”

Hana sighed and resisted the temptation to sink below the water to avoid answering. It was a topic they had visited a few times in the past month, but Sam never understood why it would worry her. In his mind they were already mates. He often called her his Luna and she had to agree that their instant connection was something she had never felt before. Still, that wasn’t a guarantee that they would feel the bond in the morning. She wondered how much would change if they weren’t mates. Would he still call her his?

“I just don’t want to disappoint you.” She murmured.

“You never could.” Sam placed his hand on her knee and squeezed.

His face was sincere, and she knew he was trying to be reassuring, but it did little to quell the damned thoughts that were floating to the surface again. Hana didn’t want to think about them in her moment of relaxation and smiled at his words, hoping to move on from the subject.

“I guess I’m just a little nervous about it. It’s all going to be new, and I wonder what it will change and what it will feel like.”

“It will feel amazing, I’m certain of it. Our connection will only grow stronger from the mate bond. Every kiss, every touch will feel like fireworks.” As he spoke, Sam drifted his fingertips up her thigh, tracing a pattern that only he could see. Hana watched the movement as he trailed over her inner thigh, his touch leaving an invisible path of tingles on her skin. “We will become one as the Moon Goddess designed and stay by each other’s side for the rest of our lives. Forever loved, together and safe.”

Hana snapped her gaze to his at that last word. Her chest tightened with the connection she already felt for him whilst her mind fogged with the lazy dance of his fingers that were reigniting the simmer of heat in her core. “Yes.” She whispered.

Sam’s eyes darkened at the acceptance, with amber hues pooling within them, and his hand stilled. “Finish up quickly and come find me.” His voice was husky and Hana felt the shiver of an Alpha’s command travel her body. He didn’t wait for her reply as he promptly stood and strode from the room.

It was the fastest wash she had ever had.

Dressed only in a silk robe, that she had haphazardly thrown on after she rushed to dry herself off, Hana twisted her half-dry hair into a bun before going to find Sam. It wasn’t difficult to follow his scent and she soon stood at the door of their living room seeing him in a relaxed recline on their couch. His gaze was unfocused in the direction of the tv, and she took the moment to scour her eyes over his body. Hana became breathless, but she wasn’t sure if it was the rush of getting there or the anticipation of what was to come.

It only took a second before Sam noticed her in the doorway, his attention snapping to her. She smirked when his lips parted as his eyes slowly glided over her form, lingering on her curves that were barely kept out of his sight by the single item she wore. Confidence he had instilled in her, bloomed to the surface as she strode towards him and settled on his lap. Her thighs nestled either side of his body, bundling the robe to ride up around her waist.

A silence wrapped around the pair, drawing them closer until Hana was pressed against his chest. Strong arms encircled her, keeping her locked in place. She cupped Sam’s face, her thumbs ghosting over his cheekbones, and she leaned into him, hovering her lips just above his. She enjoyed a moment of hesitation before capturing his lips. A grumble of relief echoed in the back of Sam’s throat and vibrated against her lips, coaxing them to part.

Hana moaned as his tongue slipped into her mouth, running along her own as he explored her. She let her hands smooth around his shoulders and wrap around his neck, anchoring herself as she rolled her hips down on him. His hands clenched tighter on her waist, but he didn’t stop her movement against him. She could feel his growing excitement pushing into her and continued to tease them both, grounding her core against his jeans. The sweet scratch against her centre spurred her on, eager to fulfil her need for friction. As his hardness strained against the rough material, grunts echoed in her mouth and Sam guided her rhythm, building the stirring heat inside her that ached for relief.

She felt her arousal wet the top of her thighs, its scent flooding the air between them. She needed to feel him, to touch his heated skin and taste each part bared to her. Hana pulled back and twisted her fingers into the base of his t-shirt, slowly lifting it over Sam’s head to reveal the taunt body beneath. Her hand splayed over his abdomen, feeling the twitch of his muscles as her fingers glided over him. She leaned to do her own exploring, but he stopped her. Sam eyed her with a heavy hunger and she knew what he wanted.

Straightening her back, Hana studied Sam’s dark expression as her hands pulled as the velvety ties that kept her robe in place. They slipped across the soft material with ease. The robe fell open, baring her to him. Her body still wore some water droplets from her bath, the beads trailing a path round her breast and dropping to her stomach. Sam pressed a hand into her back, closing the gap between them, before his tongue flicked out to catch one of the droplets. She couldn't stop that gasp that fell from her parted lips as her body shivered from the sensation. Hana caught a smile turning his lips, before he chased after another droplet, this time following its path from her abdomen and up to her breasts. Her head lulled back as he circled her mound before rolling around a hardened bud.

She was a panting mess by the time each droplet had been collected on his tongue and yet his lips never left her skin. A hand drifted up her curves, cupping her breast while his thumb echoed the movement of his tongue, languidly pulling and sucking her n****e, drawing another moan from her.

“Tilt your hips back, baby.”

In her haze, she complied without question, the movement coaxing her attention to the ball of tension that was winding inside her. A rough hand dipped below her robe, smoothing over the curve of her arse. He teased her by alternating feather light touches and kneading the muscle, but each move brought him closer to her centre. Hana’s breath hitched as he brushed across the soft flesh of her inner thigh, the area slick with her arousal. She groaned and squirmed on his lap, needing the friction he was keeping centimetres from her.

Finally, a single digit dragged through her folds sending a jolt of pleasure through her body. It ran the length of her s*x, collecting her juices and eliciting a whine to fall from her lips. When the finger reached her clit, it moved in a tight circle over the swollen bud, sending a flurry of sparks to her core.

Hana whimpered as the ache inside her grew to an unbearable height. “Sam.” The name was breathless and carried every need of her desires.

A light chuckle pulled her eyes down and she found his gaze firmly on hers before two fingers drove inside her. Her p***y clenched around the digits, and she felt the vibration of Sam’s growl more than she heard it as she was engulfed by blissful satisfaction. His lips attacked her bared neck, teasing the sensitive flesh between his teeth as he continued to finger her tight heat. Hana rolled her hips in time with his thrusts, making soft noises every time he pressed against the rough patch inside her that made her eyes screw closed. Without warning, Sam withdrew his fingers from her, leaving her achingly empty and wanting more.

"Hold yourself up for me.” Sam grunted; his voice deep and gravelly.

Once again, Hana complied, lifting to her knees so she hovered above his lap. The absence of any friction made her grumble, but the noise halted in her throat as Sam brought his fingers to his lips. They dripped with her arousal, and she watched, entranced, as his tongue flicked out to taste her.

“f**k, Hana. Your taste is addictive.” The words rumbled with pleasure, almost bringing her back to the edge.

Unable to tear her eyes from him, she could only hear the pop of a button and the purr of his zipper before his c**k was freed and pressed into her thigh. Her p***y quivered with the memory of him buried inside her, but she didn’t move. Her gaze was unwavering as she waited for Sam to finish cleaning his fingers, her own tongue flicking across her lips. When his hand dropped beneath her, a shiver of anticipation wracked her body. She tensed as the tip of his c**k teased through her centre and released a shaky breath as Sam lined with her entrance.

“Are you ready?" She nodded. "Sit on me, baby.”

He spoke soft but she could hear the strain in his voice as he gave her the control again. Hana smiled and pressed a soft kiss to his lips before she lowered herself onto him. She hissed at the delicious ache of her p***y stretching to accommodate him, feeling his fingers dip deeper into her waist as she slowly took all of him inside her. When she finally seated herself on him, haggard breaths tore from her chest, mingled with Sam’s own harsh pants. She could feel him twitching inside her, desperate to move, and she rolled her hips drawing a growl from his lips.

With a smirk, Hana lifted to her knees again and began pumping herself up and down on his c**k. Her slick made the movement fluid and she fully sheathed him every time. She moved slow and steadily, feeling every inch of the pleasure he gave her. Her next groan was tasted by Sam as he captured her lips and kissed her deep and decadently in time to her movements. He thrusted shallowly into her at first but soon, as her peak began to build again and she quickened the pace, he added more force, heightening their pleasure as she chased her release.

As their movements became frantic and uncoordinated, Sam’s grip tightened on her waist, halting her as she lifted to her knees. He shifted below her, and she heard the distinctive thud of shoes as he planted his feet and tensed. Giving her only a moment to gather herself, he snapped his hips up, thrusting into her in one hard drive. Hana cried out as he rutted into her with unrelenting speed and power, giving both of them what they needed. Her legs trembled with the strain of her body, but she refused to drop down as her pleasure mounted. Her head threw back, sending a cascade of white hair falling from her bun and splaying around her.

His hands gripped tighter as Sam’s movements began to stutter, forcing her to succumb to the mercy of his thrusts. Her hands planted on his chest as her peak snapped. Her orgasm crashed upon her, flooding her with pure ecstasy that threw her into oblivion. Her nails dug half-moons over his shoulders as she was overcome with the rush of her release, her grip the only tether she had to stop her from completely coming undone in his arms. Sam groaned as his movements came to a staggered stop, pulling her down into his lap again as he spilled inside her. Her p***y clenched around him, her inner muscles fluttering as he throbbed deep in her core.

With a groan of satisfaction, Hana slumped forward into Sam’s chest, hearing his heart race beneath the surface. A pleasant throb ached between her thighs as the pair caught their breath again. His skin felt hot against her cheek, and she closed her eyes, basking in the moment as her body began to unwind. Sam’s arms wrapped around her, and she felt fingertips skim along her spine, tempting her to melt further into his embrace.

“Whatever happens tomorrow, you know I love you and want only you, right?” He whispered above her, his heavy breath dancing in her hair.

“I know.” Hana replied with a sigh, and she did. No matter how many worries she had about it, Sam had always been certain that they were fated for each other. It was his confident determination that pushed away her doubts and, in moments like these, she wondered why her mind even had them.

Hana nuzzled further against him, inhaling the thick scent of Sam and s*x wrapping around her. She felt the light pressure of lips against her forehead, and felt the knot twisting in her stomach start to ease.