REJECTED BY THE MATE

Eila Holden POV I was gasping for air, struggling to breathe, the pain stabbing me when I realized Marcus was with another woman. He was my mate, yet he pushed me away, even though everyone feared him. I hated him, but I had seen the good in him. I drank until I was drunk, then stumbled toward Marcus’s room. I entered, but he wasn’t there. I moved to the bathroom and found him in the Jacuzzi, water sliding over his huge muscles. Marcus grabbed a towel and spoke coldly. “Eila, what are you doing here?” I staggered, almost falling. “Why are you punishing me like this? I’m hot, I’m tempting—how can you not feel anything?” Marcus could tell I was drunk. He grabbed me quickly, alarm in his voice. “Are you okay?” He stood so close I could hardly breathe. My chest tightened as if I was about to break down completely. I turned to leave, tears burning in my eyes, but before I could take a single step, Marcus trapped me, his arms braced on both sides of me. We both swallowed hard when our eyes locked. Something strange and addictive rushed through me. “You need to stay here, Eila.” I stared at his half-open lips. Thoughts I didn’t want flooded my head as I lost my breath. I whispered in pain, “I know you feel it too, Marcus… You’re my mate.” I shook my head, not believing what I heard from my own mouth. He glared at me, deadly serious. “Stop spitting nonsense.” “You don’t believe me?” I shoved him hard enough to slip away, but before I reached the door, Marcus caught me, pinning me against the wall. I couldn’t believe this was happening. My heart was pounding, but his heart was even louder. When our lips finally touched, it felt like there would be no tomorrow. His tongue moved inside me fast, smooth, making me feel everything. I shut my eyes. I kissed down his back, surprising him, then dragged my tongue across his lower lip. A heavy sigh escaped him. “You just turned eighteen.” His voice trembled. “I still see you as a kid. This is wrong.” But I was determined. Even in this chaos, I wanted to chase what I felt. With one heartbeat, I pulled him in and kissed him deeper. Marcus didn’t respond. My hands cupped his cheeks as I rose on my toes to reach his lips. Desperate, I forced his mouth open, trying to meet his tongue, but he refused. “Damn it, just kiss me once!” Tears streamed down as I grabbed his hand, dragging it to my chest. “Touch me. Admit you want me.” My body was on fire. “Is this really what you want?” Marcus asked, swallowing hard. I wrapped my arms around his neck, whispering in his ear, “Then tonight I’m all yours. Make me yours.” He turned on the shower, water pouring over us both. He lifted my left leg, hooking it with his arm. My underwear was no barrier. With one stroke of his fingers, he touched the part of me no one had ever touched. “This is for the best,” I moaned. His fingers worked wonders, teasing my wetness, until one finally slid inside. “Ah…” a soft cry slipped from me. My forehead dropped onto his shoulder as my legs trembled. “Do you like that?” Marcus asked. He tugged off my bra, staring openly at my breasts as I let the fabric fall to the floor. “This is embarrassing…” I whispered under my breath. My moans filled the bathroom as his mouth closed around me, sucking and switching sides, while his fingers pushed deeper, two now moving faster inside me. I was losing my mind. I’d never felt anything like this. “Ngh… faster, please…” I begged. We broke from a long, breathless kiss. I clung to him, grinding on his fingers. “f**k, stay still,” he hissed. But I was burning, desperate, chasing something unknown. Marcus gripped my waist to stop me, but it was useless. He carried me roughly toward his room. My legs wrapped around his hips as we kissed wildly. The thought of me being naked while he was still dressed made me shy—and even more turned on. In his room, he dropped me onto the bed, tearing his clothes away. “Marco… Marcus…” I whispered his name, almost a moan. The lights were dim, but I could still see his massive frame, every muscle carved and powerful. My throat went dry as he slid his pants down to his boxers. My eyes widened when I saw what he’d been hiding. I had felt him hard before, but I never imagined he was this big… this long. I steadied myself on the bed as Marcus climbed over me slowly. “Ah…” I whimpered as he attacked me with hungry kisses, his fingers slipping down between my thighs again, the other hand squeezing my breast. He sucked at my neck, determined to leave a mark, then moved lower, biting gently along my chest before sucking harder. My back arched helplessly as his fingers pumped inside me, faster and faster. “I feel like I’m going to pee,” I whimpered weakly. Marcus smirked against my cheek. “Hold it back… wait…” But he didn’t stop. His fingers kept moving hard and fast. A moment later, white liquid spilled across the sheets as my legs shook violently. “Already tired?” Marcus whispered against my ear. Then he added, low and dark, “I just hope when you wake up, sober, you won’t regret spending the night in my bed… little kitten.”