Mate I never wanted

Feeling so uncomfortable

Vivian

As the orgasmic high started to slowly fade away and the blackness started to disappear from my vision, I came back to the current moment… to the feeling of a soft tongue licking the painful bite mark on my neck.

At some point, we moved on the couch, and now I was on my side with his front pressed into my back. His hands wrapped around my middle as his mouth was on my neck, caring for the bite mark he left in the heat of the moment just a few moments ago. His chest vibrated into my back as he purred from pleasure. Those little, soft vibrations sent little waves of soft pleasure through my body, making me answer in a similar manner.

He was still inside me, still hard, but not moving, not seeking his release again, like you would expect of a hybrid in heat. He was still and soft against my back... in me... with no rush to change anything about that moment.

This was a blissful moment of complete bliss.

I guess the silver-haired fox agreed with me because his little comforting licks changed into something a bit less innocent. His licks got longer, they were not seeking to sooth pain, but to ignite heat.

At the same time, his hands, which previously were massaging my lower stomach in the general area of my uterus, in which supposed fruits of his heat were to grow. Those hands started to move lower to the area where our bodies were still connected.

His gentle fingers started to circle my sensitive clit, drawing out little pleasurable sounds out of me.

The lips on my neck started to move up, leaving little kisses all the way up to my ear.

"My beautiful mate... so sweet... so responsive..."

He was leaving little, soft butterfly kisses right behind my ear after each word.

I could not help but react to his praise and the gentle touches. Little whimpers left my chest as I started to squirm against him. He did not need more encouragement to move, because a moment later, he started to slowly move against mine. The animalistic lust and speed were gone. In their place, there was just the softness and tenderness as he slowly made love to me.

In the past, I never considered myself to enjoy things like that. As a werewolf hybrid, I was always into things being a lot more rough. I had s*x and this was love-making. The gentle, sensual thrust of his hips was building me up in a way that I had never experienced before.

There was no rush, no urgency to reach climax as soon as possible, and this was completely new to me, the complete opposite to all my previous experiences. The slow and lazy movement hit different parts in me, parts of me that I had never been reached before.

"Such a good girl... taking me so well... so sweet..."

He purred into my ear as his fingers got a little rougher while building me up to the top.

"Please..."

I whimpered, not caring how pathetic I must have sounded, as he increased the pace he was moving at.

"What is it, sweet little wolf?"

My inner wolf liked the way he referred to us and released a pleasurable groan.

No one ever referred to me like that... I don't think I had ever been called in my life.

Beautiful?

Yes, a lot of times.

Prime example of a proper lady?

I had been called that in school, by teachers and adults.

But sweet or any other term for someone sweet?

No never...

Actually, behind my back, I was mostly referred to as a cold-hearted b***h.

So being called something... so innocent and soft was new to me. I guess the newness of that feeling pushed me over the edge. I reached my peak, and that was when the silver-haired fox behind me started to move a bit faster. Thrusting a bit deeper each time, making me whine and cry from pleasure. The deeper thrust and energy pushed me over the edge one more time, and he came in me.

Completely spent, I relaxed into him and we both started to drift off.

After that, I woke up a few more times with him moving in me, but I had no energy to come or do anything about it. So I let him use my body to get off.

What felt like an eternity later, but was probably just a few hours. Guessing by the position the sun was in, I woke up to our positions being changed again. This time we were pressed front to front... well, I was more or less spread on top of him with his face burred in my neck, right next to the mark he left the first time we f****d. This position was quite comfortable... maybe even a bit too comfortable.

The heat of the initial moment, from meeting the silver-haired fox, from getting hit with his pheromones, was gone. There was no more lust to crowd my brain, and I could think again.

His scent was still strong, and it still had an effect on me, but it was manageable now that his needs were filled for a moment.

I tried to wrap my head around what had just happened.

Never in my life had I felt like this, had I let my animal side take control like this… it’s crazy. One sniff of his pheromones, and I was reduced to an animal in lust… this is crazy.

Sure, the attraction between us was clearly great, but this does not clear the fact that this is a mistake. I am not ready to mate… I thought that I could talk to the person, to tell them that this was a mistake, that I did not want to go through with this… but they are in heat and clearly taken to like me… I will have to wait to talk with them.

Slowly, I looked around, taking in the room around us.

It was quite a luxurious place, but you would not expect from the council of elders.

The full wall of windows looked over the capital and the view was amazing. From here I could not only see the Cliffwind's manor, but even the Royal academy.

Shit, the academy. I have to sign in, or they won't let me study this year. I was supposed to sign up weeks ago, but I was a bit busy, so they let me postpone the sign in, but today was the last day I could do it.

Oh, gods, I have to move if I want to make it in time, if I have to take a gap year, I will have to go back to the Cliffwinds and there was no way in hell that I could survive a whole year with the family now that Margaret is back.

Carefully, with the best effort not to wake the man under me, I tried to rise from the couch we were on.

I was successful at removing myself from him without waking him up. The moment our bodies lost contact, he released a little sound of distress as he rolled to his side, still deep in his sleep. His hands were reaching in my direction in hopes of taking me back to his arms, in hopes of prolonging our time together. I would be lying if I said that it did not sound quite good, but I had things to take care of instead of being involved in whatever this was. My mind started to try to figure out what the hell all this was and what it meant, but I forced it to stop. Now was not the time or the place for it, especially because his scent was still clouding my mind, and I couldn't make the right choice like this.

Taking a deep break and one last look at him, I forced myself to walk out of this room, no matter how much my wolf shouted at me to return to the silver fox. To protect him, because he was still in heat and still vulnerable. Sure, I knew that it was unlikely that anything would happen to him, especially in the governmental building. But my wolf did not care, she wanted to sit by him, to caress him awake and take care of him in whatever way he needed.

Shaking my head, I forced my wolf to be quiet as I forced myself to open the door, ignoring the little sounds of distress that the silver fox released.

Feeling a bit confused and uncomfortable with this whole situation and myself, I walked out of the room.