Page 18 of His to Mate

She wanted him to be inside her, to find that place of completion together with him, to ride that wave that she balanced on only when he was inside her.

Because he was the only one she loved. He was her mate, her one and only, and she needed him. She gave in to the desire of her heart and her body as she pulled him down to her. She didn’t ask this time, she demanded he give himself to her. To take her with him.

He did the only thing he could do for her when she was so insistent. He slid inside her tight heat, sinking in deep to her slick depths before he bottomed out.

This was her nirvana, she thought, the only place where she truly belonged. With him.

Their pace quickened, their breath became ragged, and their skin slick. She bit into his shoulder as he found that spot all over again. He gave a cry of surprised pleasure as he began to lose control. For a moment, Ann wasn’t certain this was real, maybe it was all a dream. But she’d worry about the whole thing later.

She knew only pleasure right now. Later she’d worry about whether she’d said I love you to him for real, or if it was part of the dream she’d woken up from.

When he rolled away from her, and she was calm at last, she began to wonder. He must have touched her in her sleep. He must have started to tease her at some point when she was asleep, and that had changed the whole direction the dream had taken. She didn’t think she’d told him she loved him for real. It wasn’t time for things like that. Not yet.

She sat up and looked over at him. She could see him in the soft light from a small lamp over the bed. His dark hair was tangled sensually, a testament to how much her fingers had pulled at it. And his eyes were two bright orange orbs, filled with nothing but pleased happiness.

“I’m going to take a shower, want to join me?”

“I do, but no more playtime. You woke me up moaning my name, and I figured if you were dreaming about me, I might as well fulfill your dreams for you.” He kissed her shoulder as he followed her into the bathroom. “But I have to be up early in the morning, so no more shenanigans after this.”

“Tease,” she whispered loudly, but turned the water on in the shower without complaint. They cleaned up, but by the time the soap was rinsed away, the need to touch each other was back.

She decided to give him a gift of her own, and sank down to her knees. He was already aroused, thick and long, proud even. She took his length in her hand and began to do her best to swallow all of him. It was impossible, at least right now. She’d learn to take him all if that was what he wanted, but for now, he was happy with what she gave.

He leaned back into the hot spray of the shower, a moan his only answer to her attention. His head fell back on the tiles, and his eyes closed, she saw when she glanced up at him. The hot hardness of his cock was all she needed to guide her, and she followed the pulses that came with each slide of her tongue over the head and the jerks that each slip of her wet mouth down his length caused. His body told her what he wanted more than his mouth or eyes did. He wanted the tight suck she lingered over as she explored the tip more with her tongue, the sucking vacuum of her lips around him. Her hand stroked the thick length until his hips began to move, and he fucked her hand and her mouth.

She didn’t want him to hold back, she wanted to get him off quick and dirty. Not because she wanted the task over but because it felt good to make him lose control, to make him come in her mouth and hand. She felt like she was in control, knew she was in control, and that for once, the Supreme Leader of New Earth was little more than a puppet in her…mouth.

She smothered a giggle and went back to work. His fingers closed on her head, and he grunted out a command. “Hold still.”

Even now, that command wasn’t a command but a defeat. He couldn’t control himself, and it only made the satisfaction deep inside even stronger for her. She looked up into his eyes as he began to thrust his hips, her eyes full of her own pride and delight. There was also a dare there, to completely let go. All he had to do was let go, and he’d find relief as he came in her mouth.

“Fuck, I can’t….” But she knew what he couldn’t do as she felt the first pulse of his release. “I can’t resist those eyes, Ann. Fuck.”

She moaned around his cock as he let his head fall back, but his hips didn’t stop, not for quite a few seconds. She held onto him with her hand, but he still set the pace, until she’d swallowed every drop of him, and he’d sunk back against the wall. With a playful smile, she stood up, and stepped out of the shower. She turned back to turn the hot water off, and he looked up at her.

“You’re going to kill me.” He didn’t exactly look like that was a bad thing.

“You’ll die happy, then, won’t you?”

“I suppose I will, Ann.” They climbed back into bed once they’d dried off and he put on some pajama pants, and she slid on a cotton nightgown.

Cuddled up together, she turned to her side, tucked right up against him happily. Her body was sore, tired, but satisfied. He fell asleep before her, but she didn’t mind. She loved being there with him, so close and warm. This was what married life was supposed to be like.

Maybe one day they’d not only say they loved each other, but they would actually be in love. She was fascinated with him, and she cared about him, but did she really know what love was? She thought about her parents, how they’d always worked together to provide for her, to make sure they were all safe.

They hadn’t argued a lot, and if they did, they hid it behind closed doors. There were never any arguments in front of Ann. Disagreements, perhaps, but never all-out arguments. She wasn’t silly enough to think they’d never argued, she just knew they’d thought of Ann before anything and protected her from it. She hadn’t argued with Rager, but then, she wasn’t totally trustful of her position in his life yet to argue much.

She was learning, though, that she could talk to him about matters that concerned her. She was slowly introducing the idea that the wolves needed to be treated better. She was also coming to see that the people of Earth had a lot to learn from the aliens. If the people here were willing to let go of old ideas, old ways, the new world could be the miraculous place they’d all dreamed of for so long.

If they weren’t afraid to work, and listened to the new way of thinking that Rager and his people brought with them, war could be a thing of the past, and people could live if not in some kind of hippy, flower-power commune of love, then in peace and something like harmony. Ann wanted that so much, even if it was a lofty ideal to reach for. Utopia would never be possible, she knew that, but maybe they could get close to it.

She shifted a little, to ease the ache in her left knee. She had a lot to do the next day, but her brain wouldn’t shut up. Thoughts and plans for schools, a new clinic, and other advances filled her head. These ideas mixed with her brain suddenly reminding her of things she needed to get done. You have to see your mother tomorrow, you have to go to that meeting, there’s a kitchen mixer at that store that you haven’t gone back to yet. On and on it went, until she sighed with frustration and reached for her music.

That was the one thing that could soothe her, distract her enough to help her get to sleep. Tomorrow would be busy, and she needed to sleep. She’d had her fun time with the man that was her mate, now she needed to rest.

She put on some Fleetwood Mac and just as Stevie started to sing her into sleep, her brain decided to mess with her one more time. What if you’re pregnant?

She groaned and turned on her back. The ceiling was dark, and for a moment, she couldn’t decide if her eyes were open or shut. She blinked just to see, and decided they were open. What was wrong with her?

Maybe you’re pregnant.

This time it came with her mother’s voice, not her own. Not that her mom had ever nagged her, but she could just hear her mother now. She wouldn’t know for another week and a half, and even then, she could only suspect. She wasn’t sure, even though she’d had the same health and sex ed classes as the rest of the girls in her school.

If it had been two weeks since her last period, then they could have conceived a child, it was certainly possible. Had she actually had one since she’d been married though? Now that she thought about it, she wasn’t exactly sure. Maybe she had it all wrong?

Anxiety was eating her alive, and finally, she got out of bed and went to the door. Maybe a walk would help. She didn’t bother with the robe because she knew everyone would be in bed at this time. It was the middle of the night by now.

She walked through the house, down to the kitchen, and out of the back door. She could see the moon, high in the sky, and the cow made a low noise of hello. It must have heard the back door close. With a sigh, she turned to her flowers, and brushed her fingers along soft petals. Her heart started to calm and her mind slowed down.

She saw a light in the garden shed, and walked towards it on bare feet. She could hear voices inside, but not what they said. She made out one word, fight, and then another, ours. What were they talking about in her garden shed?

It must be the wolves, there wouldn’t be anyone else here at this time of night. She tried to hear more, but the people inside started to move and the door handle clicked. She pressed herself against the wall on the side, where she’d be hidden in darkness, and held her breath. She had a feeling none of those inside would want her to know they were holding meetings in her shed, and wouldn’t react nicely if they saw her.