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The Wrong Mate

Being the son of the Alpha of my pack is a lot of pressure. The pressure has gotten to me. 'You have to find your mate, that is the only way you will be complete' I didn't grow up listening to those words but that is all I have ever wanted. That is what I craved. Finding my mate to be happy. what happens when I find my mate but she isn't the one? This is the story of how I completely misinterpreted the calling of destiny and this is the story of how I grab it by the balls and get it back. Colin Foxly is in desperate search of his mate and the search leads him to Ashina Hemming. Ashina is perfect in the eyes of everyone. He touches her and feels the calling. He is so sure of it. so sure until he meets her brother, Lowell. The alpha of his pack. The man that everyone is afraid of. The man that looks at him like he is some kind of disease. He shouldn't feel things for him when he has a mate It shouldn't make sense. But it does.

WagS · LGBT+
Classificações insuficientes
296 Chs

Sex with the Alpha

Colin

"You think your mate is here?" he asks me, and I wonder why I even mentioned it in the first place.

We are on his bed, and he has me in his arms. This was supposed to be just sex, but somehow, we started talking, and now I don't want to stop.

"Not here, but I hope she is."

"You think it is a she?"

"I don't know, I want it to be. I do not even know anymore. I guess I am just tired of not knowing. "

He nods in understanding.

"What about you? How come you haven't found your mate yet? I just realized that I don't even know anything about you."

He smiles, "Who said I haven't?"

Have you?" I furrow my brows in confusion.

He nods, "Yeah. I did."

It looks like he doesn't want to say more, but I wish he would. I am so curious to know more about him. "Do you want to maybe tell me more, because I am dying over here?"

He pulls me closer to him, and I climb on top of him. His hands wrap around my hips as my lips are against his. Our lips merge together, and I let out a loud moan as his tongue continues to massage mine. I want him, and I want him inside of me now more than anything I have ever wanted.

"No more talking tonight."

He kisses me again and explores my neck, then stops to gaze over me again with a look of raw desire. I think back to what he said. He mentioned that he had his mate. He said he found her, but what happened to her? Is she still in the picture? I don't want to think the worst, but she should be here if she really exists. Did he lie?

He stiffens against me, "Hey, you still here?"

"Yeah," I nod, pressing my lips back against his. His hands pull me closer and I moan into his mouth.

"Oh, it seemed like I lost you for a second.''

I shake my head and continue to kiss him. I need to stop being in my head.

"You're beautiful," he says and I bite his lip between mine. He is trying to turn me back around, but I arch against him, pressing my chest into his lightly and he catches his breath. My tongue brushes his bottom lip and he nips at my top one, taking everything I give him. He reaches for my shirt and I've got nothing to stop him from unbuttoning it as he slips his fingers just under the fabric and gently strokes my side. I've got goosebumps, but I'm not cold. In fact, I am hot all over. His hand presses harder and I lean into it, gasping a little as he rolls his thumb over my nipple. I've got to keep myself from moaning and begging him to keep going. He takes his hand away and replaces it with his tongue. I've never had a man kiss me like this. A bit of his hair goes down my throat, tickling me, and he puts one hand on the nape of my neck, pressing harder with his tongue until I arch my back, silently begging him for more. He is a man. I am a man, but it doesn't matter. He is everything I have ever wanted. strong, controlling, and dominant. Suddenly, it all makes sense. All the insecurities I have felt. I was wondering if I would ever be like my brother. It all makes sense. I needed someone like him all along.

Someone who touches me like I am fragile and strong at the same time. Someone who kisses me with no fear.

"More," I beg him as he bites my nipple so hard that I start to see stars. I tugged on his pants and he let me take them off. At this point, we are both naked and sweating.

I can feel his skin on mine. We are complete opposites; he is hard, I am soft. He is strong. I want to be at his mercy. "I almost didn't come to this retreat. Thank the stars I did,'' he growls as he kisses me again.

I take a hold of his hair and pull him closer to me. He tastes so fucking good, like salty-sweet chocolate. I grind into him, our cocks rubbing against each other. Lowell takes over once again, making us come to a standstill with him in between my legs, his palms on my face for support as he devours my mouth. His kisses are so fierce, it feels like we're fucking, and I'm ready for that. I've been ready all night.

This is a man I just met--who isn't my mate, but I want him so badly. He stops to look at me. I don't even have any doubt in my mind that I want this. Like I'm going to stop him. "Are you sure about this?"

I nod because I have never been sure about anything in my life.

He takes a finger into that place that no one has ever been inside of and I stiffen as he pushes into me with one finger "I just need to get you ready for me,'' he explains gently. His voice is calming, his touch is heavenly. I am in paradise and he has no clue. I close my eyes and arch my back. I groan as he pushes his finger in and out. It feels weird, almost a little intrusive but I wait because I know that in a couple of minutes, it will feel great. My head tilts back and I can feel myself open up more as he slides another finger inside.

"Good boy," he says approvingly. He gently extends his third finger and makes it bent to match the others before pushing that one in as well. Then I feel something new. Something different, the pain and discomfort are gone as he hits a tight spot deep inside of me.

"What is that?" I feel my legs shaking again. My toes are curling inward and I can't stifle the moan this time. I've heard stories about the G spot. It feels like he hit it or is hitting it. I can't even tell. it's so intense, but I like it. I like it so fucking much.

I open my eyes and he is watching me, an expression of wonder plastered on his face. No one has ever looked at me the way he is looking at me right now.

So unabashedly, so completely and utterly open. His eyes speak to me, whispering things that I want to hear too.

"Oh my god,'' I moan out as he keeps pushing into me, faster than before. I'm so close already. He removes his finger and I feel him hard against my entrance and I don't think I can stop this from happening tonight. As he pushes into me I know that this is what I need, my body aches for it, I ache for it.

"Please," I beg him, god I can't stop begging, begging for release, and in and out he thrusts, pushing deeper with each movement and I'm on the fence, no longer able to decide if I'm fighting or wanting this...as long as he keeps going it can't be wrong right? I plead with him "please, please" and he looks at me and smiles, knowing exactly what I'm begging for, he speeds up his hips and it feels so good and I fill the room with my screams of pleasure as my orgasm hits me over and over, wave after wave of pleasure I come for what feels like forever till at last, he comes hard inside me and the both of us collapse to the bed, our bodies all in unison. His body is hot with mine still on fire, the room feels like its swimming in sweat and the room smells of sex and we just lay there for what feels like hours and I can't tell if its because of the sex or if it is the realization of what we had just done.

Live for today.

That is all I can think about.