The Lost Mate

The haunting past

The next morning, I wake up to a cold bed. I hear the shower running in the bathroom and I decided I should be a little mean to him. I walk into the shower without him noticing me. He jumps when I wrap my arms around him. 

“What are you doing angel?” 

“Nothing just wanted to take a shower with my mate. Is that a problem?” 

“No of course not. Just wanted to make sure everything was okay after last night.” 

I get down on my knees and wrap my hand around his c**k and start to jack him off. I start to feel him get harder in my hand and look up and ask him, “does it look like anything is wrong?” 

He groans and looks back down at me shaking his head. I take him in my mouth all the way to the back of my throat. His body tenses up and starts to thrust in my mouth. 

“You are a bad girl for daddy aren't you angel,” he groans out in between moans. I moan around his c**k and he grips my hair hard and starts trusting in my mouth. I start to massage his balls and I can feel his d**k hardening even more so I know he is close to cumming. I feel hot c*m go down my throat while he is growling. He pulls me up by my hair and kisses me hard. He pulls away and pushes me against the wall. 

“You are a very bad girl angel. Do you know what happens to bad girls?” 

I shake my head, playing innocent but inside I know I am going to be punished. Just the thought of it has my juices flowing down my legs. He cups my p***y and nibbles on my n****e.  

The pleasure was absolute torment. His fingers working their magic on me and then his mouth on my breast was just amazing. He removes his fingers roughly and gets down on his knees and looks up at me and asks, “do you want to c*m angel?” 

I whimpered because I knew I couldn’t take much more and if he didn’t let me c*m soon I would be punished even worse than I am now for just teasing him. “Please,” I was staring to beg.  

“Please what?” 

“Please let me cum.”  

“Do bad girls get to c*m?” 

“They do if it pleases the alpha,” I said boldly. I was nervous that he would not let me c*m.

He looks at me with his eyebrows raised. He was testing me to see if I would give in to my own pleasure. 

"Go to the bedroom and wait for me on the bed," he said and i can see his eyes start to turn darker and start to dilate. 

I walk out of the shower and grab a towel, wrap it around myself and walk to the bedroom. Sitting on the bed I start to think about my life before I meet Christian. I had a good life, I was loved and cared for but it wasn't the love like a parent could give. I didn't think of my parents often because of the guilt I felt about there deaths. People were always telling me that it wasn't my fault, but how is it not my fault? I was the one who went into the woods that day when they always told me not to. I was the one who ran away. 

I must have been lost in my thoughts that I didn't realize that I was crying because I suddenly feel Christian wiping my face. I look up at him and smile. I know he is what I need in life because I already can tell that he loves me and would do anything to make me happy. 

"Whats wrong angel," he asks worry laced in his voice.

"Just thinking about the past," I tell him hoping he wouldn't ask about what.

"What are you thinking about that has you crying? I don't like seeing you cry."

"Just about my parents and how things could have been very different if they were still around. I was only 7 when they passed. I saw everything and my mom told me to get Garrett and run and that's what I did. I have felt the guilt of me not stopping what was happening."

"What happened was not your fault. There was nothing you could've done to stop what happened. If you would have stayed you both would have been killed and I would have never have meet you. You were meant to be here with me. I know it isn't easy to live with but I know your mom and dad would not want you to feel like what happened to them was your fault. They would want you to live your life and be who you want to be," he said with love in his voice. I start crying harder over his words because i know they are the truth. My parents would not want me blame myself over what happened to them. I need to find a way to help me let go of the guilt that I hope from that night. Christian might be the one thing in my life that has made me feel whole since that night. I don't know what life has planned for me but all that I know is that I can not lose him because if I do I will never be the same and I will never be able to heal from the loss of him.