COMPETING FOR MY MATE'S AFFECTION WITH THE DEAD

KINGSLEY

They should tell you that when you mate, different wolves connect in such a way that others can see what their mate might not approve of.

I am sucked into Rain's world, and right away I know it's one of his memories. His emotions seem to be so strong to pull me in and I start to pull away from his dreams when something stops me.

I see them, under a big tree laughing and so in love with each other, my heart stops for a minute.

I should go, I shouldn't pry and see things clearly not meant for my eyes, but I am a sucker for pain and torment.

They seem to be younger; an adorable cute little Rain and Dante, who is looking nothing like the man I killed. He is softer, his body still growing and his features soften whenever he looks at Rain, who is laying his head on his shoulder.

Their eyes say it all, yet there is an innocence to it… Like they haven't dared cross the line, but they love each other. They feel more for each other than normal friends do.

Rain's eyes sparkle, a carefree and soft smile on his lips, there is a lightness about him, and there are no worry lines or darkness in his eyes. He looks happy and content. He feels safe.

I feel everything he is feeling in his memories, and the happiness that courses through me, makes me wish that he felt that way forever. The warmness that follows whenever he looks at Dante makes me thank the goddess I killed the guy.

I am jealous and it's choking me.

The memory progresses, and I am shocked when Dante's wolf chooses rain; protecting him and marking him with his scent to keep the others off.

I knew they had a history, I just didn't know that it was this deep. I didn't know they loved each other.

I didn't know that Dante and his wolf loved Rain.

When the dream ends and the rain awakens, I am pulled off and I am back seated in my office, with mixed emotions.

"Fuck," I mutter and decide to go to rain.

Everything in me wants to go there and remind him that I am his mate, I am the one who he has now, and that it was only a dream, nothing to feel so much about.

I stall by the door when I hear him crying on the other side.

Ron feels territorial and I have to calm myself before I burst through the door and remind Rain of me, in a way that will probably make him hate me.

But he has to remember me. There is no way I am losing to a douchebag who is dead.

Opening the door, I walk towards the bed, where he is on, looking at me with red-rimmed eyes and anger.

"What's wrong baby?" I feel like the most hypocritical person in the whole world.

I did want to tell him that he pulled me in his memories without meaning to, but after seeing what I saw, and how he is looking at me now, I will take it to my grave.

"Nothing, just a nightmare," he mumbles, voice still laced with sleep.

I sit beside him, unable to stop myself from reaching out to touch the beautiful man in my bed. "It's okay, it's over now. I am here."

Me, your mate, and not Dante.

The anger clears from his eyes, and he smiles a little.

"I got up early today. I should have stayed beside you and kept the nightmares away," I lean in to kiss his knuckles and he chuckles. The sound shoots straight to my crotch and I get hard instantly.

"Yes, you should. I missed you and that wasn't very good."

He hasn't forgotten us.

I get on the bed, intending to lie beside him but he pulls me over him, and my weight crashes his body under the covers.

"I need to feel you," he whispers as he wraps his hands around my neck and pulls me down towards him.

Oh god, I don't think I am going to survive this tease. Ron is on edge after the dream; wanting to claim and remind Rain of us, and Rain's little tease is not helping my growing hard-on.

Ron and I are on edge today, because of the full moon. I don't know what can happen if I let myself be swept away under rain. I fear I won't be able to control myself anymore.

All I can think when he shifts under to accommodate me between his legs is me driving myself in his tight …

"Are you okay?" he asks, pulling back to look at me.

"No," I groan. "I am not okay."

"What is it?" he asks worriedly but I see a devious glint in his eyes.

Oh, he knows what he is doing. Rain is a siren.

I grab the covers between us with one sweep and his body is flush with mine, clothes separating us. His breath hitches, eyes wide.

"I don't know… I only know that you have the cure…" I murmur as I bite his neck gently, enough to leave hickeys.

"oh I don't know…" he moans as he wiggles and his hard-on is pressed on mine. "I might not have the cure you wish for."

He licks my lips with his tongue, as he looks at me. My eyes widen at such a forward move. Rain is desiring me and that makes me forget that he was dreaming about his ex.

I capture his lips in mine and then bite his lower lip, all while we look at each other. Kissing with our eyes open feels very intimate and sexual…

His eyes glaze with desire and I grind my hips into his. I want to feel him around me, but he hasn't said yes to that final act.

His hand snakes between us and he unbuttons my slacks, dipping his hand in my boxers.

When he holds me in his hands, I hold my breath, feeling like I am going to explode. This is the first time he has touched me, skin on skin.

Can't blame a guy for almost bursting immediately.

Rain bites my chin and then swirls his tongue in my mouth, the tip rubbing my gums, and the tingles rush through my whole body. I thrust in his hand, and his thumb rubs the weeping head.

"You are so big and veiny," he moans as he looks at me with lust. "So hard and yet soft, I want to feel you in me, filling me up..."

"Oh god, stop talking," I bury my head in the nook of his neck.

"Why? Afraid you will lose so quickly?" his seductive voice makes me buckle my hips, as I feel his hand rubbing me with a firm hand and a steady rhythm.

I kiss him, deep as our tongues dance with each other and his hand speeds up. I want to touch him as well, but he stops me.

"I want to feel you come undone in my hands," he whispers and I moan, letting my desire and lust show as we look at each other.

I feel it coming, and he doesn't stop pumping, even as I jerk and make a mess of him, my boxers, and my abdomen.

When I calm down, he removes his hand and licks his hand, lapping the white fluid and swallowing it.

"You have no idea how long I have wanted to taste you," he murmurs and I immediately kiss him, as we tangle and crush on the bed, not caring about the mess between us.

"I am ready for today now," he chuckles once I let him go.

I sigh, feeling happy as I hug the man in my arms. I don't have to worry about a dead ex. I am the one who is here with him right now.