The Unrejectable Mate

Mate Of My Dreams

Nell

Alexis and I wear the same dresses as yesterday because it’s not like we really got mileage out of it. We pile into our little, yellow mini cooper for the long drive ahead. 

The party was thrown by Dracon, a well known vampire in the supernatural community. His mansion a little west of Wellspring, making our drive a little over an hour. We expect this party to be full of supernaturals because Dracon has gotten to know some people during his time. Plus, he was celebrating a thousand years of living or death? Not sure what he calls it. I’m also not sure if the thousand years includes his life as a human or if it just starts when he was turned into a vampire. I guess I have some time to ponder on the matter. 

“What are you silently contemplating?” Alexis asks from the driver’s seat. 

“Nothing of importance. Just whether one thousand years means how long Dracon has been a vampire or …?” I trail off. 

She laughs, “maybe we can ask him when we get there. I’m excited about meeting new people. I hope there are some bears there. The bear population in the world has been declining, it’s just been so hard to meet each other while we are scattered across the world. But lately, I’ve had  increased dreams about my mate. I don’t know if that means he is close or I’m just craving d**k that badly.”

I look at Alexis, shocked, “Lex, watch your mouth!” 

She breaks out into unstoppable laughter. I know her words were said for the shock factor and possibly to lighten my mood, but I can pick up some undertones of anxiety, which is what I will focus on. 

“Keep your eyes on the road! And don’t think I don’t know that you are trying to hide behind those words. What’s really bothering you?”

Laughter ceases, eyes go back on the road. The atmosphere becomes chill. 

Jeez, I didn’t think it was so serious. I kind of really liked the joking Alexis.  

“I’ve been anxious about meeting my mate. I’m not sure what to do once I meet him. What if he doesn’t like me?” She blurts out. 

“Okay, I will go in order of your concerns. No reason to be anxious about meeting someone you were made to meet. What to do when you meet him? I mean just jump his bones, you can sort out details later. And there is absolutely nothing to dislike about you, so wipe that worry away!” I admonish her. 

A thin smile forms on her lips, but she doesn’t say anything, just nods her head to acknowledge my words. 

“I worry I may never meet my mate. I have no dreams of him at all,” I tell her with a pout. 

“Bears have visions of their mate. Wolves are different, and you can’t be expected to have the same.” 

“Tell me about your mate. What do you see?” 

“He is taller than me. Oh, and very muscular. Chocolate skinned with a sharp jawline and big brown eyes. Just thinking about him makes my insides clench in a oh so good way,” she says with a sharp intake of her breath. 

Damn! Now I wish I had visions!

“I’m jealous of your visions.” 

“Maybe you can tell me what features you find attractive? We can make up a mate.” 

I chuckle, not quite sure where to begin. 

“I don’t know if there is something I like, per se, but I guess he has to be big and muscular enough to manhandle me,” I say with a naughty smile on my face.

“Despite how tempting that sounds, it doesn’t tell me what features you find beautiful. I can go home and paint you a mate,” Alexis says. One of her many talents include the gliding of a paintbrush on a canvas, creating something unforgettable. If anyone can paint me a mate, it would be Alexis. 

“It’s really hard because I find so many things beautiful…” I really don’t know what to say. 

“Name the person that comes to mind when you think beautiful,” she encourages. 

“You.” 

A wide grin forms across her face, “then maybe I should introduce you to my brother.” 

I scowl as she breaks out into laughter again.

Jorgen

Beautiful brown hair with big brown eyes. I see her again. I instantly know I’m dreaming, but I don’t want to wake up, so I hold on as long as I can. 

“Jorgen, come find me,” she says, her voice smooth, musical. I watch her lips part as the words leave her mouth, and I want her. Desire hits me like a ton of bricks. I push every barrier out of my way so I get to her. 

My urgency mirrors hers because we both collide into each other. I open my mouth and devour hers, not taking any prisoners. She meets my fiery need with her own desire. My hand reaches down into the waistband of her jeans. I frantically unbutton her jeans and slip my hand inside them. 

I hear a soft moan as soon as my palm reaches the outside of her p***y. The gateway to her is covered by a soaked thin, slick panty. I groan. 

I rub circles around her clit, knowing very well that she can feel everything through the thin fabric of her panties. I moans louder, encouraging me to continue her assault. 

Feeling her body respond to my touch is so f*****g sexy. I know the exact moment she tries to press her thighs together. I know she’s close, so I move her panties to the side and shove two fingers inside. 

“Oh Jorgen!” She shouts and cums as long as my fingers make it in. When she comes back down, I slowly remove my fingers. Making sure she is watching, I lick off every delicious finger that had the pleasure of being inside her. 

She watches me with parted lips, slightly panting. I take my fingers out of my mouth and put them into hers. She greedily sucks up the remaining juices as I revel in the feeling of her sucking on my fingers. 

And just like that, I’m rudely awakened from my dream. Fucker!

I must be close to meeting my mate, I’ve been having endless dreams about her since the start of the summer. I need her so badly. Once I get her, I’m going to f**k her, hard, and into an oblivion while I hear beautiful sounds come out of her mouth. I mean, I have to get even for her haunting my dreams. 

I get up and go for my cold shower, time to relieve my erection. I would find a girl to f**k, but the last time was rough on my bear. He only wants his mate, and I am tired of dealing with his mood.