Spellbound by His Once Rejected Mate

When I gave myself to you(18+)

Mellione’s hands untangle from my hair and move down on the side of my neck, my shoulders and my back, her back arching against the door as I trail my kisses to the collar of her turtleneck.

Fucking clothes! I catch myself thinking, frustrated that I couldn’t undress her right now. I pull away from her neck and I’m not given the chance to look at her as she finds my lips again and kisses me fiercely, all her shyness tossed aside long ago.

I steady her legs in my hands as I pull away from the door and walk to the bed. The kiss breaks abruptly as I drop her on the bed. She falls back with a short yelp, her hair sprawling all over the blanket and her eyes snapping open in surprise. She’s fighting for air and I can see the eagerness in her eyes.

As I pull my shirt off, she immediately pushes her boots off and hooks her fingers on my belt, pulling me on top of her without hesitation, her eyes pinned on mine, completely lost in them. I fall on top, my hands on either side of her head, a knee between her legs.

Her fingers let go of my belt and she slowly tucks the buttoned-up shirt out of my pants, watching me with half lidded eyes and parted lips. Under her spell, I lean down and peck her lips eagerly, tracing my kisses back to her neck, while one of my hands finds the zipper of her dress.

We both sit up as I unzip her dress and she fidgets with the last three buttons of my shirt. When I wordlessly ask her to leave my shirt so I can remove her dress, she complies without a sound, lifting her hands, a playful smile adorning her stunning face.

As I toss the dress away, on the floor, I feel her stiffen in front of me. Her hands try to cover her body in such an innocent way I can’t help but feel like a brute for bringing her here. I stop and when she notices the hesitation in my eyes, she seems to ponder on her decision.

It didn’t occur to me until this very moment, my mate was a virgin. My mate had never allowed anyone else to touch her and despite the need she felt.

My thoughts all dissipate, when her hands rest on my cheeks and her thumb brushes on my cheekbone. She isn’t saying it, but she doesn’t mind it. She doesn’t mind that her mate had so many others in his bed before her. So many that his heart feels heavy and impure and-

Her lips crash against mine with the same eagerness as earlier and my insecurities melt away immediately. My idle hands find their way to her stomach, while hers resume unbuttoning my shirt.

When the buttons finally snap open, her hands move over my chest slowly, as if mapping my body in her mind. Mine slowly trace up her waist, over her padded bra, up to her shoulders, pushing her back into the pillows.

The kiss breaks again and I’m left with maybe one of the hottest and absolutely worth photographing images ever.

Mellione, with her flushed cheeks, her kiss swollen lips, a finger between them as she held back whatever she had to say before, her raven hair sprawled all over my pillow, was laying half naked in my bed. Her black underwear was simple and it matched and for a brief moment, that made me feel angry. Because I’m not a fool to not know that when a woman wears matching lingerie, she had this all planned. But she had it planned for someone else and-

“Seth?” Her gentle, heated voice breaks the chains of anger immediately and I’m once again completely entranced by her. Burning need and aching desire takes over again as I lean down and pepper her skin with kisses, starting from between her breasts, eagerly moving down over her stomach and belly.

My fingers trace after my kisses as I reach over her navel I pause, looking at her over my brows. She’s biting on her finger as if her life depends on her silence, and now I’m even more determined to have her scream my name tonight.

I sit back and start planting kisses on her left thigh, moving from her knee up, inside her thigh up to the junction of her leg with her pelvis, my hot breath falling right against her panties before I teasingly move to the other thigh. The musky smell of her arousal is as maddening as the magnolia and juniper berries one and I’m left painfully craving her as I continue teasing her. She squirms and protests as my kisses move further away from her privates. A smirk of delight spreads on my face as I look at her again.

She mutters a silent please with her finger still between her lips and I’m driven over my limit of holding back. My mouth hovers over her panties and I’m torn between taking her right now and tasting her.

It doesn’t take me long to decide, my teeth tugging at her panties, before I fully remove them and move my face between her legs as well, tossing the panties somewhere on the floor.

My tongue slides between the folds of her privates and she stifles a moan, arching her back slightly. When my tongue piercing slides over her clit she suddenly cries out in utter delight. My thumbs hook on her hipbones and I have to hold her still as I continue to slide my tongue between her folds and over her clit over and over again.

It doesn’t take long for her to completely relax under my touch and give herself into the pleasure. I don’t hesitate in sliding a finger inside of her slowly. She stiffens at this and grows silent, until I pause and look at her. She seems concerned about something and I stop, moving up to meet her eyes.

She greets me with worried eyes and her hand goes on my cheek.

“I’ve never-” she seems to be unsure of how to say it. But there is no need for such things.

I lean down and silence her with a kiss, moving my hand between us again, between her legs, finding her clit and stroking it slowly and rhythmically, until she is squirming under me.

She stiffens as her orgasm takes over soon enough and I move between her legs immediately, tasting her. Her hands fly in my hair, tangling there , her back arching and her pelvis pushing further into my face.

After I make sure she rode her wave of pleasure, I pull my shirt off and toss it away too. My belt comes open faster and before she catches her breath, I reach on the nightstand, grabbing one of the condoms from the drawer. Callix knew something when he forced me to have at least a couple of these around.

I rip the corner with my teeth and slide it over my achingly stiff member. When I move between her legs, she welcomes me with open arms that she immediately wraps around my neck and pulls me closer. Her breath is still uneven but she kisses me feverishly, hooking one leg around my hips and pressing against me with eagerness. I break the kiss, because there was no way in hell I’m not going to watch her as I slide in.

The head of my member presses against her entrance. Her breath hitches in her chest and she’s visibly uncomfortable, but she silently urges me to go on. I’m not sure if I should ask her if she wants to stop, because she seems so determined about it that when I stop, she moves her pelvis up just to slide me inside a bit more.

Before I can be logical about it, I push myself further in one quick stride. Her pain filled cry fills my room and this time I don’t silence her. The only comfort I give her , is a gentle touch on her cheek, my fingers trailing to her lips. When she silences again, there are small tears in the corner of her eyes and I can feel her insides still trying to accommodate me inside.

My thumb brushes over her lips and parts them slowly. Her tongue brushes against my thumb while she eyes me with anticipation. My thumb slides between them and meets her tongue. She slowly, enticingly even, starts sucking it slowly but when I start moving, she seems to completely lose focus, her eyes closing and her back arching, pressing herself against me with a low moan in her throat.

When I look down at her, I notice the bra that was still on her body and I immediately reach behind her and unclasp it, pulling it off and tossing it away. Her breasts spill free from the obviously uncomfortable bra and as I start to move faster, they bounce gently along with our movement.

Her moans grow louder and her hands are all over my chest. When her eyes open, she meets mine and the intensity she watches me with almost makes me finish. My jaw stiffens and I take hold of her arms, pinning them above her head and holding them there as my moves grow rougher, wilder.

My hand squeezes her wrists as I almost lose myself into the joined pleasure, her insides squeezing me tightly, seemingly determined to have me finish before her.

She chooses to stifle her moans again and I’m growing frustrated with her silence. I release her hands and hook my hands on her hip bones, leaning back and holding her hips up too, still, as my moves grow steady, rough, wild and unhinged.

“Seth!” my name rolls out of her lips in a breathless moan and her eyes roll back for a brief moment.

“I can’t!” she hisses as she hides her beautiful face with one of her arms.

They will have to be tied next time- I think to myself as her squeals of I can’t continue for a bit more, while a second wave of pleasure ripples through her and forces me to do the same.

Sweaty, still not satisfied, I find myself breathless, resting on top of her, supporting my weight on my elbows, my head hidden in her shoulder. I can hear her frenetic heartbeat, feel her pulse against my cheek and her breath fall on my head, while her fingers idly trace the muscle lines of my back. Her sweaty, musky and maddening scent fills my mind and reminds me I want more. So much more.

I kiss her neck and pull away from her slowly. She lets go of me with little protest, her eyes half closed. I take a moment to watch her sweaty, naked body. Her round and firm breasts spill on each side of her chest in such a sensual way it shames me that I didn’t get to touch them. But before I can get back to that, I decide I need to clean myself just to make sure I avoid any complication.

I walk to the bathroom and I’m shocked to find scratch marks all over my chest and back. My eyes darken with lust and delight, and i'm once again growing stiff, just at the mere thought of having her all tied up and-

I walk back into the bedroom and to my surprise, the stunning beauty is already asleep. Her breath had steadied and her chest was slowly rising and falling as she breathed. She was still on her back, completely naked and worriless. So delicate, so tender- my fingers traced her cheek before I pulled the blanket over her body and crawled in bed with her.

It felt more than weird to have someone in my bed. Especially after the deed was done. It was also especially odd to not wake them up and take more when I wanted to. But with Mellione, it seemed wrong to do so. So I simply moved closer and pulled her closer.

For a brief moment, she seemed to wake up. Her half opened eyes gazed at me before her lips curled into the most serene smile I had ever seen. Her head rested on my chest and an arm wrapped around my stomach, as she cuddled closer to me.

As she falls right back asleep, I realize I forgot how to breathe for a few moments. I breathe in, and wrap my arm around her slowly, protectively.

What will I do with you now? Gentle and defenseless angel… How will you fit in my world filled with demons and wolves with bared teeth? Monsters with long claws that would snatch me away from you in a blink of an eye?