Chapter Ten
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Kane settled into his bed, allowing sleep to take him. It was a long day and he was right about Thadius. He started his weekend on Wednesday. He was trying to fight with someone in the bar. The other wolf claimed he smelled like he was sleeping with his mate. To be honest, Kane wouldn't have cared if the other wolf had killed Thadius, but then there would be too much paperwork.
Kane sighed and closed his eyes, his mind trying to erase the scene from his memory. "That i***t needs to be banned already," he sighed as he drifted off to sleep.
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The Fates were watching the scene below them, laughing at Thadius's attitude.
"Will this man never learn?" Clotho asked.
Lachesis smirked, "Eventually."
Clotho stared at her two sisters, they really were cruel to the earth-bound creatures. "I think she needs to find her true mate."
Atropos and Lachesis groaned in unison, "I think she needs to find her true mate," they mocked.
Clotho scowled at her sisters, "I don't know why you think it's so hilarious when innocent people are injured. She deserves to spend the last of her life happy!"
Lachesis rolled her eyes, "Fine," she pulled a long stretch of thread and handed it to her sister. "This is his thread."
Clotho smiled, "Thank you. And what about this worthless wolf?"
Atropos gave a malicious grin, "He can go rogue."
Lachesis cackled with her sister, "Come now, sister dear, you don't want to snip his thread?"
"Not yet, he still has a task to do," Atropos answered as she held her shiny scissors in the air. "Once that is completed, snip snip."
Clotho peered down at the pool, "What about Kane?"
"Oh, he'll get his mate soon enough," Lachesis smiled, "And when he does, he will be thrilled. In the meantime, give him this to dream about," she passed some sparkling thread to her sister to weave into the tapestry.
Clotho rolled her eyes at her sisters, "You two go from being absolutely horrid to sweet as pie." She giggled as she turned her back on her sisters and began to weave.
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"Hello, Alpha," the sultry voice he hadn't heard in ages called to him. His rod becoming instantly hard at her voice.
"Hello, my Luna," he whispered huskily.
She gave him a gentle smack on his rear, "No, in here I am your Mistress," she ordered in his ear. Her warm breath giving him goosebumps.
"Yes, Mistress," he agreed. He loved her dominating side in the bedroom.
"Take off your clothes," she ordered as she walked around him. Her scent, that delicious aroma of peaches and apples assailing his senses, making him hard. He complied quickly and silently, stripping down to nothing.
She walked around him, her fingers trailing up and down his bare skin. She paused at the scar on his back, she still felt terrible seeing. This scar was her fault, and she would forever feel guilty at its sight. She reached out and touched it gently. Her feather-like touch causing him to shiver in arousal.
"Mmm," she said pretending to think, "I think today, you will worship me," she ordered. She stood in front of him, he wished he could see who she was.
He walked slowly towards her, like a lion about to pounce on his prey. He dipped his head and kissed her neck, on her marking spot making her core wet. He extended his canines and scraped them gently against her skin, the action making her n*****s erect.
She groaned in desire, her body arching into his. She could feel his throbbing member through her clothes.
"I think you are overdressed for me to worship you, Mistress," he uttered in her ear. His hand reaching up and undoing the buttons on her blouse. He placed small kisses on her skin as it bared itself to his lusty eyes.
Her skin was flush at his touch. His rough hands scraping her gently as he unbuttoned her pants, easing them over her hips, baring her perfect mound to his hungry gaze.
She stepped back, he may be worshipping her, but she's still in charge. Her eyes glinted with a heady mixture of desire and dominance. "Lie on the bed," she ordered.
He smiled, doing as he was told, and laid on the bed. On his back, his member stood at attention, its impressive length straining with the heat of desire for the woman ordering him in the bedroom.
She strode over to the bed, her perfect breasts bouncing slightly to the rhythm of her hips. She opened the bedside drawer and pulled out the c**k ring. She climbed on the bed and dipped her head, swallowing him deeply and causing him to groan in delight. Once he was thoroughly wet, she slid the silicone down his shaft. She bit his thigh gently, "That's for groaning," she whispered.
He smiled broadly at her, "Yes, Mistress."
"You may get back to worshipping me," she said.
He guided her onto the bed and began to kiss her. He started at her neck and worked his way down to her breasts, taking one in each in turn. He sucked on them until she was squirming beneath his touch.
"Touch me," she ordered.
He took one of his hands and let it roam her body as he continued to suck on her n*****s, his fingers found her wet core and dove into its depths. He inserted one finger first, moving in and out slowly causing her to arch her back.
"More," she urged.
At her insistence he added another finger, plunging into her depths. He found her spot and teased it, making her quake with an orgasm. He left her n*****s and his kisses continued down her stomach kissing her toned muscles and going lower to her soaking core. He parted her legs and placed gentle kisses on her clit, making her moan.
He pulled her clit into his mouth and sucked on it gently while he continued to again tease her g-spot into an intense orgasm. She had her legs on his shoulders, and as she rode the waves of ecstasy her thighs tightened around his head. This drove him to the brink himself, he had to pull away from her.
He positioned himself above her and plunged himself deep into her drenched core. She reached between them and turned on the vibrating top of the c**k ring, making both of them moan. He thrust into her deeply, his aching member reaching her most inner depths.
She came again her walls clenching his shaft in delicious spasms, causing his climax. His seed spilling deeply into her womb.
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Kane's alarm woke him up. He reluctantly opened his eyes to the world he wanted to stay there with her. As reality slowly came back to him, he shook his head, "For goddess's sake, I'm twenty-two years old, not twelve!"
He stripped as he strode to the bathroom, and turned on the shower, making it as icy cold as he could stand. As he soaped up his body, he let his mind go back to that vivid dream, causing him to go erect again.
"I really need to find my mate," he uttered.
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Isabella woke up, her panties thoroughly soaked at the dream she had. She made her way to her own bathroom and got in the shower. She let the warm water cascade down her shoulders and ease the tension she was feeling.
"I wonder if what Sherry said was true? Or if this is just something my mind is making up in my head." Her mind went back to the dream and the mysterious man in them. She knew it was her mate because even Voin was howling in delight. "Who is he Voin?"
'I don't know,' her wolf answered. 'But we will know in time.'
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Thadius stared in disbelief at the sight in front of him, "No," he whispered.
He felt it when she did it, but couldn't bring himself to believe it. His mark was supposed to keep him away! That was part of the deal! He could feel their tiniest of bonds breaking when she found him. It wasn't supposed to happen! He was never supposed to come here. He needed her connection! She was supposed to have his baby! All the thoughts racing through his mind, were jumbling together, he was frustrated, disappointed, and most of all, angry. Angry at the world, angry at her for betraying him, and most of all angry at Birsha for lying to him.
The other wolf looked at Thadius menacingly, "If you so much as look at my mate ever again, I'll tear your eyes out." The larger wolf let out a warning growl.
Thadius backed up, he knew he wasn't a match for her true mate, even with his Alpha blood. He turned and ran from the cottage, shifting as he left.
His wolf was so plain for being alpha-born, any other wolf would have thought he was nothing more than an omega. He left the Hawthorne Pack that night. He ran until he was out of their territory and on unclaimed land. He searched for a place to hide out and sleep, only stopping when he found a small cave. He entered it, sniffing the air cautiously. Once he decided it was safe he settled down for the night. He would have to form a plan. He closed his eyes, allowing sleep to take him.
He woke up the next morning, staying in his wolf form and hunting for something to eat. He was angry with himself for leaving the way he did, he needed a cigarette and badly. He ate his meal quickly and tried to formulate a plan.
He paced the floor of the small cave in his human form, even that looked pathetic, his arms and legs were scrawny. He had a beer belly and greasy hair.
"The first thing I need to do is form a pack," he uttered, "After that, I will find that worthless witch and kill him. He said I would have a child, he lied to get me to give him what he wants!" He punched the stone walls in frustration. "This is unfair, everything of mine is taken!"
The wind seemed to whisper to him, "You will have a child. And they will be important." Thadius stilled in his ramblings. He could have sworn that the wind was speaking to him. If his child will be important then that means he will be too! His smile filled his face, maybe that b***h finding her mate wasn't such a bad thing after all. Hell, she couldn't even give him the child anyway.
"Goodbye to bad rubbish," he said to the wind. "Now to steal some clothes and find me some cigarettes."
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