SamanthaPOV
"Mate"
Fuck. Did I just say that? Fuck did he just say that?
He's still holding onto my face, our foreheads touching, both of us heavy breathing.
Emma wont stop screaming that we found our mate.
Mate, we have a mate. This is insane. This male, this walking god can't be my mate. I mean look at him. Then look at me.
I try to take a step back but he doesnt let me. He takes my chin, gently caressing my jaw line with his thumb.
"Where are you going Sammy girl?" His voice, such a deep undertone, sends fire to my nether regions. Goddess.
Wait. Did he just call me Sammy girl? No one has ever, not since…. Dad.
"Are you okay?" He lets go of my face, seeming concerned.
Feeling a bit sad of the lack of contact I say
"Yes, sorry. I'm a bit stunned and no one has called me that nickname since my father. He passed away when I was ten."
'Way to be depressing!'
'I'm not trying to be! Never been in this position before you know!' I spit back at Emma.
" Shit I'm sorry." He says quickly white rubbing his hand threw his hair. On instinct, without even thinking I grab his other hand, for some reason wanting to comfort him.
"No. It's okay. It happened a long time ago." My words died out at the contact. Damn are the sparks ever going to stop? Is this a forever thing? I don't mind it. I like sparks of pleasure everytime we touch. Who's complaining?
Wait.
I'm assuming this male would accept our mate bond.
Emma whimpers in my head.
'He will. He has to. Right?' I've never heard Emma so unsure and hurt before.
'I don't know. That's up to him. We don't know him. What if he already has a she-wolf back home or at the ball waiting for him.'
Emma whimpers grow louder.
He takes my hand and turns it around kissing my palm, surprising me.
"I am sorry for you loss little wolf" He replied. He comes closer, putting his hands on my waist. Oh Goddess, wait what is he doing?
*sniff*
He leaned down and took a long inhalation on the curve of my neck. On instinct I throw my hands around his shoulders. And a soft moan escapes my lips .
"Mmmhhh"
He groans.
Rubbing his temple against mine he growls out
"Mine."
I'm lost for words. Trying to unscramble my mind to make a coherent sentence that doesn't sound like a porno, I blurt out.
"I-I don't know you."
He chuckles. Actually chuckles. And it's the sexiest sound I have ever heard. If anyone would have told me the chuckles of a male I met for the first time at night, in the woods would arouse me, I would have laughed and probably sedated them. But here I am. Holding on to this stranger, panties soaked wanting to rub against him like a dog in heat.
"My name is Kieran. Now we know each other. Now tell me little wolf. Why or from whom were you running away from?"
Shit.
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'Mmmhh He's observant. Mamma likes it. RAWR'
Emma is laying on her back slashing her paw in the air.
'You are a wolf not a cat.' I told her. She's completely mate high.
'I'm whatever he wants me to be.'
Are all wolves like this or just mine, WTF? I close our connection.
Shit now I need to figure out how he knows I'm running away? Did someone see me, did they send him? Why him? Not that I'm complaining.
" I can smell your scent in a bag just over that tree over there. Given it's near the river, I'm assuming you hid it there earlier to run away while everyone is distracted at the ball? Mmh, the question is why?" He says while slowly lifting his head from my neck and kissing the back of my hand. He expects me to answer when he's distracting me like this?
Wait no, this is a stranger. Mate or not I can't trust him. Given I've never seen him around the pack before, he could still be working for Seraphina or the Alpha.
I shudder. Goddess I hope not.
I pull back, giving us some space. Breathless, I say to him
" I don't think that's any of your business given that I do not know you. So I do not believe I owe you an explanation." With my head high trying to portray as much confidence because damn all I want to do is jump his bones.
He just smiles at me, drags his hand over his hair a few times.
Goddess how I want to drag my hands through it too….Fuck focus.
He steps towards me, I take a step back. He chuckles, "Mmhh my mate has some bite. I like that. I like to be bitten."
Niagra fucking falls in my panties. I am speechless,standing there mouth gaping. Fuck! Why is my body reacting like this? I get it, he's my mate but Goddess. I'm squeezing my legs together praying to the gods he doesn't scent my arousal. By the twinkle in his shimmering brown eyes and the seductive curve of his lips, I guess it's the latter.
Embarrassing.
In a blink of an eye, faster than any shifter should be able to move he was in front of me. Cupping the back of my neck with one hand. His brown eyes staring down at me, capturing me, drowning me. Drowning me in security, is he trying to tell me he would protect me? Can he?
Can I trust him?
I just met him. This is insane!
My thoughts are spinning out of control. Isn't this how mate bonds are supposed to happen. You meet and fall in love? Can I trust that? Fuck me, I have no idea!
'Trust me. Sam. Can you do that? I sense his wolf. He is strong. I sense he is loyal and trust worthy. I know it is hard for us, with everything we have been through. But can you trust me?' Emma whispers gently.
Fuck it.
I grab him, pull him down and kiss him. I kissed him like my life depended on it. Because in some way, it does. In more ways than others. I kissed him because fuck, I really wanted too.
I'm in deep shit.