Tempting My Offish Mate

Ch. 7

Luke chased after me, grabbing my wrist and pulling me into him. My chest bumped into his from the force. He warped his other arm around my lower waist keeping me pinned against him. I pushed his chest, but it was no use as he was stronger than me.

"Let me go Luke!" I yelled at him frustrated. I hated feeling weak and stuck. I also hated the spot he still had in my heart. Finding your mate didn't mean you forgot your past loves, it just meant you wanted and loved your mate more than them.

"I miss you, Rain. I didn't want to leave you. I had to." He whispered, caressing my cheek with the hand that had held my wrist. "Stefan asked me to come, and I couldn't say no."

"You could have told me. You left me without saying a word." I was still angry. He said he loved me, but threw me aside like trash. It hurt. It still hurts. I tried to push him off me again, to no avail. His face was getting closer and I knew what he was about to do. I didn't want it, I didn't want his lips to meet mine ever again.

"Stop it Luke! Let me go!" I was wiggling around trying to get away from him. Nothing seemed to loosen his grip on me.

"Let her go!" A strong voice in the distance yelled towards Luke. I was relieved, but embarrassed that someone saw me like this. Luke didn't listen and held me tighter instead. Charles stepped out of the shadows into the light, approaching us.

"This isn't any of your business. I'll treat my girlfriend how I like."

"Girlfriend?" Charles and I both questioned.

"I'm not your girlfriend, Luke. Not anymore, and not ever again. Now let me go." I shoved at him again.

"You heard her." Charles looked like he was ready to beat the sh*t out of Luke. His eyes were entirely gold and I could tell he was trying hard to keep his wolf in check.

Luke didn't move, he kept his eyes on me the entire time. I desperately wanted to disappear. The embarrassment of this whole situation was eating at me. I didn't want Charles thinking any less of me.

Charles stared at Luke with such violence that I feared for him. I was surprised that Luke couldn't sense the danger he was in. In one fell swoop Charles, put his arm around me, pushing Luke away. The force of his push caused Luke to let me go and take a couple steps back to keep from falling.

"What's your problem man?" Luke yelled at him as he came back towards us. I couldn't understand why Luke wouldn't stop.

"She told you to go. I hate when guys don't listen to women." He explained, his arm still wrapped around my waist with his face next to mine. His breath tickled my ear as he spoke, sending goosebumps throughout my body.

I could feel the warmth of his chest on my back. I slightly melted into his hold. I wish the situation was different. That he was holding me like this because he wanted me, and not just because he was protecting me.

Luke came closer and I felt Charles' chest rumble as he gave him a warning growl. His growl was menacing and low, like one of a beta, or maybe even an alpha. Was my mate that high up in rank? Luke raised his arms in surrender as he stepped back.

"We'll talk later." He told me as he grabbed his things and walked away.

I let my body relax then. Charles stared at Luke until he was gone, never once releasing me from his hold. It took a couple minutes for Charles to stop staring at the direction in which Luke left. Eventually he looked down at me and his eyes now only held specks of gold as his wolf had calmed.

"I thought I told you to stay away from him." He let me go at that moment, and I was disappointed in myself for missing his touch.

"Yeah, because I definitely sought that situation out." I crossed my arms as I looked at him. He rolled his eyes at me, not liking my sarcasm.

"I won't be around every time to save you." He sighed as he picked his things up from the floor.

"I don't need you to save me." I snapped at him, upset at the damsel in distress image he has of me.

"It didn't look that way to me." He smiled at me and I pursed my lips trying to stay mad at him.

"Whatever." I couldn't think of anything better to say. He continued to smile at me, like he thought my anger was funny.

"Come with me." He commanded, holding his hand out to me. I grabbed it before I could stop and think.

"Where are we going?" I was curious where he wanted to take me and why the sudden change.

"I believe I warned you that you'd regret it if you didn't stay away from him." He had a wicked grin on his face. My chest tightened as fear and excitement whirled around in me. What would my punishment be?

I followed him silently, deep into the woods. With each passing step my heart raced faster and my excitement and anxiety grew. I knew it would probably be smart to run away from him now, but I couldn't get myself to let go of his hand. It was huge compared to mine. You could barley see it in his. His hands were rough with calluses and I wondered what caused them. I almost walked into him, distracted, as he suddenly stopped walking.

"This is probably far enough." He muttered.

"Far enough for what?" I questioned, a bit confused.

"For no one to hear your screams." My eyes bulged and my heart almost burst from my chest with how violently it was beating. A chill made its way down my spine. Every cell in my body was telling me to run, but I was frozen in place as he approached me. That wicked grin was still plastered on his face.

I let out a light whimper as he closed the space between us. His claws had extended out. This was it, I was going to be killed by my own mate. I closed my eyes, unwilling to look into his. I braced myself for the pain. I heard fabric tear and a cool breeze hit my exposed stomach and breasts.

I didn't feel any pain, perhaps from shock? I opened my eyes to see the damage that I couldn't feel. There was no blood, no wound. All he had done was tear my shirt and bra open.

I looked up at him, noticing his fully gold eyes as he took in my exposed chest. His claws had reversed back to normal. He closed the space between us again taking my breast into his hand. His lips crashed down on mine, and I instantly felt the warmth between my thighs.

The shock had worn off leaving me extremely aroused. His tongue forced my lips apart searching for my own. A small moan left me as he began to play with my n*pple. My knees felt like they would cave from the pleasure. His other hand unbuttoned my pants forcing itself into my underwear.

"You're so wet for me already." He whispered into my ear, as his finger began to rub my pulsing cl*t.

He slid a finger into my wet folds slowly causing me to dig my nails into his back. His tongue now brushed against the hard bud of my n*pple. Another louder moan escaped me as his finger began to viciously f*ck me. He continued rubbing my sensitive cl*t. The pressure was building up inside me wanting a release.

Charles began to roughly suck on my n*pple, nibbling it with his teeth at times. The pain mixed in with the pleasure until I felt like I couldn't take it anymore. The pleasure had built up inside me and desperately wanted to be released.

"Please." I whispered, pushing his hand down more on my cl*t. He stopped sucking on my n****e now licking it between his words.

"Please…what?"

"Let me." I let out breathlessly as another even louder moan left me.

"Whose hand is making you feel this way?" He asked, kissing my neck now.

"Yours." I moaned.

"Say my name." He licked my neck, sending shivers down me.

"Charles!" I yelled as I was getting close to my release.

Just like that he pulled his fingers out, and stepped away. He left me on the edge wanting him more than ever. I shifted my legs wanting his fingers back, wanting anything of his in me. He looked at me with his wicked grin again.

"Remember this feeling when you're around him." He said, licking the finger that was just inside me. "So sweet. I love how wet you were for me." He smirked and I blushed.

I grabbed the torn fabric of my shirt, closing it over my chest, feeling really exposed and vulnerable in front of him right now. He saw how desperate I was for him, for his touch. He felt the need I had for him and used it against me.

"Here." He tossed me his hoodie, and I took it. It smelled just like him, that sweet cinnamon and strong pine.

I stayed silent, unwilling to say another word to him after he made me scream his name in pleasure. I was embarrassed, and still very frustrated.

I grabbed my things, and headed out of the woods without another word. He followed close behind. I was very aware of his presence, his smells, his sounds, his movements behind me. The wolf in me wanted to turn around and pounce on him, but I refused to give him the satisfaction of knowing how much I wanted him still. Next time he'll be the one left wanting.