Decide Your Fate, Choose Your Mate!

Chapter 5: Please?

Leon

I blinked. Wait--Yesi?

As my vision adjusted to the darkness of my bedroom, I studied the woman teasing my member and realized my error. Her hair was not black and naturally curly, but a dark blonde that was styled to mimic loose ringlets. Her complexion was fair, her nose was straight, and as recognition struck me, I knew her eyes were really a hazel blend of brown and green.

I loathed my own disappointment. “Marissa, what are you doing in my house?”

If my irked tone got to the witch, she made sure not to let it show. She sucked in her cheeks, creating suction as her head bobbed faster. My breath hitched at the action; involuntarily, my hand found its way to the top of her head, my fingers digging in and grabbing a fistful. Marissa moaned with her lips still wrapped around me, trapping me as the sound sent vibrations shooting down my erect c**k.

I didn’t bother to hide my scowl as I yanked her up by her hair, pulling my member from her mouth with an audible pop. “I asked you a question.”

I gave her a second to catch her breath. She continued to stroke me as she did, her slender fingers gripping my thick shaft. “Is it a crime to want to see my boyfriend?”

My eyes narrowed at her word choice. “Your what?”

Her face blanched. “M-My patriarch.”

“That’s what I thought,” I muttered, releasing my hold on her. My head fell back onto my down pillows as she resumed her task, her mouth doing wonders for my stress. My eyes scanned the dark ceiling above, racking my brain for an explanation as to what had just happened.

How the hell could I confuse Marissa for Yesenia? I chided myself inwardly. My hips bucked, driving my erection into Marissa’s throat. She didn’t even gag as she met me head-on, so to speak. Marissa’s fit, takes care of herself, driven--

My thoughts all jumbled together as her head bobbed faster, using my c**k to f**k her own throat. My member throbbed inside her mouth, leaking my pre-ejaculate all over her tongue. I was so hard, so desperate to c*m…

But it didn’t happen. She kept sucking me off, polishing my rod with her tongue, but for some reason my climax was staved off. I gritted my teeth. I was close, right on the precipice--

My mind flitted back to earlier that afternoon, when Yesenia gazed up at me with the determination and sophistication of a matriarch. Her vest hugged her body, showing off her large breasts and wide hips--

“f**k!” I groaned out loud. My orgasm hit me like a freight train; my load shot out in thick spurts, dangerously close to overwhelming Yesenia’s mouth as she swallowed…

Wait--not Yesenia. Marissa. What the hell is wrong with me?

My eyelids drooped as Marissa cleaned off my softening member with her tongue, and for a brief moment I wondered if Yesi was thinking of me, too.

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Nox

My mate.

I kissed her deeply, pouring all my love and affection into my actions. She returned the gesture hungrily, her small hands pulling me down by my shoulders. It wasn’t like she could grip onto them, but I wasn’t complaining. Wherever our skin met, tingles and tiny electric sparks followed. And with our naked bodies pressed together like this…

It felt as if I were on fire, set ablaze by the beauty beneath me.

Her onyx waves spilled out around her head like a dark crown, shimmering in the moonlight with an iridescence reserved for raven’s wings and rare crystals. Her skin was a warm shade of caramel, its pink undertones flushing her round cheeks and billowing chest with color. She had the most adorable button nose above lips that were plump and curved seductively, a little swollen from my eagerness. Her umbrous eyes resembled the ashen bark of a yew tree, yet they were anything but wooden as she studied my face. The way she looked at me made me think she was trying to commit every detail to memory, and I couldn’t blame her--I was doing the same.

My inner wolf was pacing impatiently beneath the surface, desperate to unleash all of my pent-up s****l frustration on this poor girl. I may not have been chaste prior to my eighteenth birthday, but from the moment I first saw her in my dreams, I knew that she was the only girl I wanted to spend my life with. The one person I was resolved to start a family with. I wanted to wake up with her in my arms, and kiss her growing belly as my pups kicked around inside.

Just the thought of her carrying my children made my c**k swell with anticipation. My member was pressed against her abdomen, poking her soft skin.

“Am I hurting you?” I asked, feeling self-aware. I was significantly larger than her, but I had made sure not to put much of my weight on her body.

The red in her cheeks seemed to deepen as she quickly shook her head. “No, you’re not putting any weight on me.”

I pursed my lips as a smile tugged at them. That’s not what I meant…

With a sigh, I lowered my head and nuzzled her neck, inhaling deeply. Her scent was that of apple trees and fresh cinnamon, a harmonious blend of spring and autumn. Without thinking, I began kissing and nibbling her marking spot, ready to claim her as my mate and mine alone.

Her breath hitched--a reaction emphasized by her arching her back and pressing her bare breasts against my chest--and I let out a low growl as her pebbled n*****s grazed my skin. I licked from the base of her neck up to her jaw, then to her ear where I sucked on her lobe. She mewed, her arms tightening around my neck.

With my lips to her ear, I whispered, “It’s taking all of my self-control not to mark you.”

My words made her shiver with what felt like delight and longing. “I-I, um, appreciate that.”

But her body betrayed her; her arousal wafted between us, and I knew by the rumbling in my chest as I gazed down at her wide-eyed stare that my eyes were black. “You smell so delicious…”

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Yesi

My werewolf mate lowered his head to my neck again, and I tensed up a little at the idea of him marking me--but he just nipped at my skin, sucking on the spot where my neck met my shoulder. He left a trail of hickies down the valley between my breasts, pausing to glimpse at my face, gauging my reaction.

Then he took my right n****e in his mouth, and I let out a moan that seemed to carry out through the meadow. His tongue swirled around my hard nub, eliciting more sounds from me. My whines lit a fire in him; he increased his speed and suction, clamping his teeth around my n****e. Subtle pain melded with the pleasure, and as he released my breast I whimpered, “Please--”

His calloused hand began massaging that breast as he moved on to the other. His tongue lashed teasingly across my n****e, and my fingers found their way in his hair in an attempt to pull him down to my chest. You’d think I was the weakest person alive because that man didn’t budge an inch--instead, he continued to torment me, his tongue gliding around my erect n****e in a tight circle. His black eyes filled with dark amusement as he watched me squirm.

Black eyes. The more turned on I was, the more it affected him. Between our newly realized mate bond and whatever was linking me to his dreams, I could feel his emotions, which meant he could feel mine in turn. Couple that with his heightened sense of smell taking in my arousal…

As if to test my theory, I wiggled my hips, testing the available space. He had slid one of his knees between my legs, so it was the easiest thing to simply lift my right leg.

He didn’t keep me in suspense for long after that; his movements became more urgent, alternating between my mounds as he sucked and bit my sensitive nubs. My p***y was slick with lust, and the scent of s*x wafted around us as he adjusted his position, hooked his hands behind my knees, and hoisted them into the air.

When he lifted himself off of me, I couldn’t help but whine for more attention. My hands traveled up my tummy, cupping my breasts as I gazed up at this wolf, this man of my dreams.

This stranger.

Panic set in at the reminder. I don’t even know his name, and he’s about to--!

Sensing my distress, the wolf kissed my right knee, stifling any protest from me. “Relax, baby. I would never hurt you--but if you want me to stop, just say the word.”

His voice was low and husky, dripping with desire, but his eyes were sincere. I opened my mouth to reply, but no words came out.

What do I want? I realized. He says that I’m his mate, and if that’s true then he’s my divine partner. I couldn’t have picked a better man to share my first time with…

I internally winced at my own train of thought. No… I won’t get to share my first time with him. That was taken from me by my first partner… And witches don’t get second chance mates.

As if he could sense my inner turmoil, the wolf began to slowly trail kisses up my thigh, lowering his face to my weeping slit. I shuddered, letting out a shaky breath as I relaxed beneath him.

Then I suppose… None of this is real, I smiled sadly. It really is just a dream. And I’m going to enjoy it while it lasts.

His lips paused inches from my s*x, his eyes glued to my face. “Baby--?”

“Please don’t stop,” I whispered. I knew he heard me clear as day. “Please?”

Then he lowered his face between my legs, and I felt his warm tongue glide between my folds, parting my lips. My gasp evolved into a moan, multiplying as he lapped up my juices like a man desperate to quench his thirst. He knew exactly what he was doing, teasing my tight hole with reckless abandon.

And when his tongue slid up and circled my clit, I thought I was going to die. The noises escaping my lips were loud and lewd, carrying across the meadow and echoing off the towering wall of trees. Through half-lidded eyes, I saw the moon shift through its phases while the surrounding stars moved to align, forming constellations I had never learned of in astronomy.

My flesh was covered in goosebumps and sweat. My lips were permanently parted, gulping fresh air just to cry out into the night. He had lifted my shaky legs over his shoulders, and my fingers were tangled in his hair, gripping tightly as I held his face to my wet cunt. Tingles ran up and down my body, and I felt my tummy tighten as my toes curled.

“Oh, f**k, I’m gonna c*m--”

His lips pursed around my clit, sucking hard as he slid a finger into my p***y, and I all but screamed at the intrusion. It was a snug fit, my hole squeezing him tightly, but he maneuvered in and out with ease thanks to my natural lubricant. I was leaking everywhere, my juices soaking his digit. My climax had been building for a while, and I was teetering on the brink. So close…

Still sucking on my raised c******s, he slipped a second finger in, and that was all it took for this man to push me over the edge. I screamed expletives, my hold on his soft hair like a death grip as my thighs clamped down on either side of his head. He didn’t stop, instead switching to gently sucking and teasing my clit as I rode his fingers through the orgasm.

It was a minute of me trying to relax and catch my breath before I realized what was happening--his fingers were still inside me, stretching my p***y little by little. I peeked down to find black eyes gazing up at me--the man of my dreams was in a lustful haze, and he had yet to be satiated.

“I’m not through with you yet.”