The King Alpha’s Mate

Chapter Five

Nate’s eyes scanned my body, reviewing my outfit, unsure whether to be turned on or pissed off.

I laughed and rolled my eyes before turning around and sitting in one of the guest chairs before his desk.

Suddenly my chair was being lifted off the ground. Nate had picked it up and turned it to face him, so I couldn’t have my back to him.

He lent down and placed his hands either side of me on the arm rests.

His emerald eyes turned black from anger and I rolled my eyes again.

“You think this is funny, Serena?” He taunted.

“Yes actually, I do. I don’t see the problem” I looked away, avoiding any eye contact in fear of him burning me to the ground with his gaze.

He grabbed my jaw and spun my head back to face him.

I sighed, “what’s your issue?”

“What did I tell you when we last spoke?”

“Nothing important.” I got up to walk off, knowing I shouldn’t be speaking to the King like this.

He brought up his hand and pushed me back down in the chair. Not aggressively, but enough for me to know I wouldn’t be going anywhere.

“What Nate? You want me to just act like a good little girl? I’m not another one of your slutty conquests, running round following your orders in hopes of you bending me over your stupid desk” I shouted back at him, anger clear in my voice. “And don’t think I haven’t noticed your little avoidance techniques”, I rolled my eyes, whilst wondering how he managed to make me this frustrated.

We’ve only had one conversation.. well sort of conversation, and his existence already consumed the whole of my mind and heart. Why was that? What was this pull to him I felt?

“We aren’t discussing this right now. Go back to your room and get dressed.” Nate insisted.

“Did you not hear me? I’m not following your orders like all your other women. I don’t care who you are” I laughed at his ridiculous demand.

“Damn it Serena, I don’t want the other men seeing your body like this” Nate slammed his hand on the desk, making me jump “I can see your pierced n*****s through your top!”

“Give it a rest Nate, or should I say your Majesty. You have no claim over me, I can wear what I want”. I was done listening to this s**t. “You avoid me for two weeks and then make a whole show in front of the academy regarding my clothes” I laughed.

I looked up at his face and my heart melted again. God damn it, what is wrong with me?! I need to get over this stupid crush.

“I will not have others looking at what is mine!” Nate yelled.

Suddenly my thong was no longer able to contain the wetness that had been building up. Hearing him call me his was the tip of the ice berg as my arousal took over. I wanted him, no.. I needed him, right now. My body had a mind of its own, pushing my chest closer to him.

As Nate smelt my arousal, lust consumed his eyes and he smirked.

His gaze never left mine, but his hand trailed down my arms. One hand was still holding the arm chair, as he towed over me.

The hand caressing my arm slowly moved down to my thigh. I gasped as the motion sent a wave of pleasure through my body.

Running his fingers up and down my thigh, he lifted my crossed leg and separated it from the other, leaving access between my legs.

His fingers slowly moved between my thighs, where he felt the wetness from my vulva leaking through my shorts.

My head started spinning, lost in his touch as electricity bolted through me when his fingers touched my skin.

My hips raised closer to his hand and Nate chuckled, enjoying how desperate I was for him right now.

I need to feel him, all of him.

He began rubbing my vulva through my shorts, forcing moans from my mouth, whilst kissing and nibbling on my neck.

“I love how wet you are for me” he chuckled in my ear.

I waited for his hand to move under my shorts but instead he retreated his hand and kissed where my future mate mark would be.

I let out a groan in frustration, instantly craving his touch once more.

“See how your body reacts to me, Serena? You’re mine” Nate whispered in my ear.

I let out a large sigh, “stop saying that! I’m not yours, I am no one’s. I belong to me and only me” I pushed him away. As soon as I did it, I regretted it needing him close again.

Nate stood tall looking down on me, shaking him head and chuckling.

“So you don’t miss my touch already?” He teased.

I groaned in irritation at his stupid ass being right. I needed to get a grip. I couldn’t want him this badly, soon he would find his mate and I would find mine, if I had one, and our little game needed to be over.

He crossed his arms and smirked. As his arms crossed, his sleeves lifted up and some of his tattoos were visible.

I inspected his tattoo and saw a date, on his right wrist. I looked closer and just like in my dream, it was my birthday!

I furrowed my eyebrows at what I had seen. What the hell? I couldn’t help but be infuriated at the secrets he kept from me and now my birthday is permanently on his skin?

“Nate, why do you have my birthday tattooed on you?” I raised my eyebrows.

Nate looked down at his wrist and covered his wrist back up.

“Don’t concern yourself with that” he told me whilst returning to his desk.

“Are you out of your mind?!” I yelled. “Why do you have my birthday on your wrist?!”

“Now is not the time, Serena. Go get changed.” Nate demanded, now avoiding eye contact and placing his attention to his laptop.

“Nate, I swear to the moon goddess, if you don’t tell me right now I will-“

“I will tell you everything soon. Now return to your lessons, unless you want me to take you over my shoulder and place you in your seat myself” Nate warned.

For a moment, I considered staying. The thought of having Nate carry me with my ass in his face made my tummy turn with excitement. I licked my lips at the thought causing a laugh to erupt from Nate’s mouth. He clearly knew what I had been thinking.

I rolled my eyes and turned to look at him one last time. “You are so infuriating!”

“Go get changed.” Nate’s eyes returned to his computer.

With one last sigh, “I don’t understand your f*****g issue” and I stormed out. But I walked out a moment too soon, failing to hear Nate’s last words during our meeting.

“You’re my mate” he sighed as he watched me stomp down the hall.