Free Web NovelChapter 111: My Mate III
The moment I tasted blood in my mouth, I felt the mating mark on my right shoulder pulsing, causing a heady rush of power and pleasure to course through my body. Suddenly, I was overcome with the urge to press my bare skin onto Damon. I needed skin contact desperately. Damon let out a guttural groan, sounding so similar to Blaise that for a moment I could forget which brother I was marking. freeweɓnøvel.com
It was all too easy to recall the similar sensation I felt when Blaise and I marked each other. Back then, I was overcome in the throes of passion while Blaise pleasured me relentlessly. It was no wonder that most mating ceremonies ended up in consummation, for how else was one able to release all those stifled emotions?
But I was determined that Damon and I would be nothing but chaste. I ignored my primitive instincts that wanted nothing more than to jump Damon’s bones. I was not some feral creature in heat; I had a rational mind and another mate waiting for me!
The thought of Blaise helped settle my thoughts. Damon and I were both completely clothed, and I would like things to stay that way for the foreseeable future. I had no plans ever to roll around in the nude with Damon, not when I didn’t know what Blaise thought about it.
It was bad enough that I agreed to mark Damon without even asking him for his opinion. I could not betray Blaise any further, especially not when he had gotten injured in the attempt to rescue me.
As it was, this marking was devoid of fanfare and ceremony, and it was over in a flash, despite the pleasure and want coursing through the both of us.
Like Damon said earlier, this mating mark was for safety reasons. It was like having a security blanket, and an in-built telephone that I could use to call for help. If I had my own wolf, or if Blaise had not been injured, I wouldn’t need to do this.
As I was ruminating on my new mate bond, I failed to catch the look of brief resignation on Damon’s face. But I felt a strange, sudden sadness flow through me.
Oh. Right.
Now, Damon and I were on relatively equal footing― I could sense his emotions, the same way he had been doing with mine. He could never hide his emotions from me. Not now, not ever. Underneath it all, it was Damon’s emotions that I chose to focus on to ground myself in this sea of new sensations. The sadness was gone, overwhelmed by a whole bunch of other stronger emotions.
Desperation. Fear of rejection. Relief. Excitement. Promise.
What an intoxicating cocktail of emotions. I took a deep breath, trying to process it all.
Desperation must have been the unidentifiable emotion from earlier, and it was no wonder I couldn’t figure it out without the fully realized mate bond― in my mind, Damon was the all-powerful, domineering alpha. When would he ever have cause to be desperate?
Until I came into the picture. The relief that flooded my mind nearly overwhelmed me, and I could feel my eyes welling up with tears.
Damon was desperately hoping that I would take up his offer and give him a mating mark, despite his nonchalant way of phrasing it. The depth of his relief was equal to the strength of his desperation.
It was humbling, yet empowering. I, a mere wolfless human, could induce such desperation in a mighty alpha.
Now, even if Damon had the best poker face known to man and werewolf, it was utterly futile when I had a direct link to his very soul. Whatever wall he had erected between us had all but fallen.
The mating mark on my right shoulder continued to throb as if inviting me to continue to strengthen the bond via actual mating. I purposely scooted further away to give us some much-needed space after I gave him the mating mark.
It felt ridiculously intimate, despite it not being sexual.
"It’s done," I croaked out, trying to calm down.
"Thank you for mentioning the obvious," Damon said sarcastically as he rolled his eyes. "I completely did not notice your emotions at all."
"That wouldn’t surprise me. You don’t seem to be very in touch with your emotions to begin with. Before this, I didn’t think you had any emotions beyond anger, lust, and more anger," I retorted, sensing his amusement at my attempts to keep myself away from him.
Damon’s lips quirked into a smile. "I forgive you. It’s not your fault you have the emotional range of a teaspoon, so much so that you could not understand me."
"Me? A teaspoon?" I squawked, affronted. "If anyone is an emotionally constipated fool, it’s you! Besides, should you be mocking your fated mate like this? One you were so desperate to keep?" I couldn’t help but mention. Since Damon wanted me to mark him so badly, he should be on his knees begging for my forgiveness and approval.
Damon snorted, as if he sensed my thoughts.
"Delusional, aren’t you?" He stood up, rolling his shoulders. There was no heat behind his words. "I’ll teach you the error of your ways later. For now, we have official business to settle."
My eyes drifted to the remains of the spyware.
"So, what is your plan for later?" I asked, a niggling sense of worry forming in my mind. Alpha Natan wasn’t trustworthy, and while Damon was near undefeatable, we were in foreign territory, surrounded by silver. Three of us would make pretty bad odds against the entirety of Ironclaw.
"Don’t worry your pretty head about it," Damon said easily.
He reached out a hand and stroked my hair, before hurriedly pulling away. It was hard to tell which one of us was more shocked at the uncharacteristic display of sweetness. He cleared his throat and continued to explain. freēwēbηovel.c૦m
"Remember, don’t speak as much as possible, but keep an eye out for any strange occurrences. Stick close to Elijah at all times and stay out of trouble, at least until I exit the room. Can you manage that?"
"Oh ye of little faith," I grumbled as I agreed to his request. "Of course I can do all that! How hard can it be?"
Famous last words.
