Free Web NovelChapter 38: The Second Fated Mate II
I choked at his bold words.
"Another mating mark?" I was not proud of the way my voice emerged in a high squeak due to surprise. "No thanks. I refuse to take part in another ridiculous spectacle of a mating ceremony!"
I still couldn’t forget the sensation of being paraded in skimpy lingerie in front of an entire pack and then drinking that weird bloody herbal mixture, resulting in me feeling so horny and drowsy that I could barely stand. It was so humiliating to be stared at like I was a piece of meat. And to make matters worse, back then, under the influence of the strong-smelling herbs, I liked it.
Of course, everything culminated with me ending up with Damon’s mark on my neck and a long wild night.
Blaise laughed. "Actually, if you don’t want to, there isn’t a need for a ceremony. There wasn’t ever one for all the other women. Damon simply put a collar and a mark on them after meals and then they went on their merry way." freeweɓnovēl.coɱ
"Then why did I get one?" I could have lived my whole life without being made a spectacle.
"Because you’re our fated mate, Harper," Blaise said winningly, "So of course you’ll get the best our pack has to offer. How could we mate you in a dingy attic after breakfast? The Moon Goddess needs to witness the sanctity of the mate bond you have with my brother, the illustrious Alpha of our pack."
I choked again. The best? Sanctity?
"Blaise, I didn’t even mark Damon in return," I pointed out with a laugh of my own. "That mate bond seems remarkably one-sided to me, no matter what sort of fancy herbs you used in the ceremony."
Blaise raised an eyebrow. "Is that your only complaint? In that case, I’ll let you mark me back in return then."
Before my brain could even process such an audacious statement, Blaise continued, "Since I’m only the beta, I wouldn’t mind marking you in the privacy of my own room. Unless of course, you want a different ceremony. It’s short notice, but I’m sure I can string up a small celebration for you. There should still be some kindling left for the fire."
"No thanks," I instinctively shut down that train of thought. "No celebrations at all."
But my mind couldn’t help but ruminate on his earlier words.
"You’ll let me mark you before I even mark your brother?" I wondered. "Are you not afraid of death?"
Technically, I was Damon and Blaise’s fated mate, but if Blaise and I marked each other in a mating ceremony, that would mean I would have a complete, strengthened mate bond with him. In that case, Damon wouldn’t be as needed as before― if he was even needed.
Most werewolves got on fine with one fated mate. In fact, I was the oddball for having two.
Blaise would be cucking his own brother by having us mark each other first. This was a slight to his authority as an alpha, and as his older brother. No matter how much Damon loved Blaise as his younger brother, surely there were limits to his tolerance!
It was one thing to plead for my life using my unique position as their fated mate as a bargaining chip, but Blaise and I marking each other would be insane to even think about. Fangborne would be in uproar.
On second thought, maybe I should go through with it. I didn’t want Fangborne to thrive.
"What’s life without a little risk?" Blaise said, "Besides, it’ll teach my brother a lesson about wasting time when he has a good thing in front of him. Who knows? Maybe he’ll finally see the light and let you mark him too."
That was highly optimistic of Blaise to think so.
"Are you actually a spy from another pack out to destabilize Fangborne?" The words emerged from my mouth before I could stop them.
Blaise stared at me and flat-out cackled when he realized I was serious. "Oh Harper, with every word from your plush lips you make me want you more."
My face warmed at the surprising compliment, and I felt a sudden bout of courage to reach for the fabric of Blaise’s shirt, tugging him closer. freewёbn૦νeɭ.com
Blaise was offering his body up for a mark as well― the same couldn’t be said about Damon. Maybe it wouldn’t be so bad to have a mate I could actually call mine instead of having to share with other women.
We fell on the bed, with his wide body covering mine in a heated embrace.
Our eyes met in a heated gaze, and Blaise wasted no time in kissing me breathless. His masculine scent that was lingering in the background was now thrust to the forefront, causing me to feel reckless and heady with desire as I kissed back. I couldn’t help but compare the differences between how Damon and Blaise kissed.
While Damon kissed like an all-consuming forest fire threatening to burn me from inside, possessive intent clear with every swipe of his tongue, Blaise was a lot more playful, even if he wasn’t as gentle. He teased and toyed, biting into my bottom lip and tugging it with his teeth with enough force just short of being painful. All I felt was a wave of pleasure and I moaned, my hands buried in his thick dark locks.
Blaise chuckled, his laughter sending vibrations down my body as he continued to kiss me. His warm hands reached beneath my blouse to stroke the soft flat planes of my stomach, before eventually brushing the underside of my bra. To my surprise, he made no move to take off my blouse or my bra. Instead, he seemed intent on touching my breasts through them, squeezing and fondling them as though we were teenagers fooling around.
Somehow, that made me feel more excited. Back in Stormclaw, no one wanted me, so I never had a chance to experience the regular teenage fondling that my peers did before they found their mates.
It also helped that Blaise was a lot more experienced. I sank into the mattress, willingly spreading my legs for him. Mating with Blaise might tie me down permanently to Fangborne. However, that wouldn’t be an issue if Damon kicked his beta out for cucking him.
"Are you not going to take off my clothes?" I asked curiously, heat rising in my cheeks as I met his eager eyes. I felt myself getting wetter, and I was ready for his hands to touch more of my skin.
Blaise smirked. "Oh no, I’m not going to do that. After I’m through with you, you’d be begging to remain naked in Fangborne if it meant you’ll get relief."
