Between Witches and Wolves

Chapter 16: Marriage Talk

Nate

I drive as fast as I can to the pack house.

It’s almost an hour before I finally make it.

I walk up to the house, and for once, Dad isn’t already outside screaming at me.

Guess that’s because he made it an official summons.

I walk inside and immediately notice the meeting room door is open.

There are already people gathered inside.

I knock once.

“Come in, Nathaniel, and take a seat.”

I step into the room and see Dad, of course, along with Sarah, her mother and father, my mother, and two of Dad’s closest friends, Tim and Frank.

“So, what’s all this about?”

I don’t have time for pleasantries.

“Manners, young man,” my mother, Elise, chastises.

Dad stands at the head of the table.

“Well, son, since you’ve been so adamant about ignoring the rules lately—missing pack meetings, training, and whatever else you decide isn’t important—I decided to officially summon everyone involved so we can have the conversation you’ve been trying to avoid.”

He pauses.

“Marriage.”

He looks at me as if to say, I dare you to try and get out of this.

And honestly, he probably would kick me out of the pack if I openly disobeyed during an official summons.

“All right. You want to talk about marriage.”

I straighten in my chair and force my voice to stay professional.

“I can only tell you that I do not plan to marry at this time, Father. I am still searching for my fated mate, and I do not wish to marry anyone else.”

“I am aware, Nathaniel. But you have been looking for this ‘fated mate’ for over ten years now.”

His tone stays calm, which somehow makes it worse.

“I think it’s time for you to realize that she simply isn’t out there. It’s time to move on.”

Ash is furious, but I keep my expression neutral.

“Ah, I see. You wish for me to give up on my dream.”

I pause.

“Very well. Then I’ll take you up on what you suggested the other night. One year. That’s all I’m asking for.”

I can’t keep putting him off forever.

At this point, a year may be all I can squeeze out of him.

A sly smile crosses his face, but only for a second.

“Unfortunately, that was not an offer. It was merely a suggestion.”

My stomach drops.

“I have decided to allow you exactly three months.”

I stare at him.

“Sarafine and her parents have agreed. You are to be wed three months from today, in September.”

He smiles at me like he’s already won.

“You will now consider her your fiancée.”

Ash surges forward so violently that I nearly lose control.

His gray eyes flash through mine, and I have to take several slow breaths to force him back.

THIS IS INSANITY! OUR MATE IS OUT THERE! SO WE HAVEN’T FOUND HER YET. WE WILL FIND HER!

Ash is practically roaring inside my head.

I slowly rise from my chair.

“As you wish, Father,” I say through clenched teeth.

Sarah walks over and gives me a sympathetic smile.

“I’m sorry if this feels forced, but I promise I’ll make you happy.”

She gives my arm a gentle squeeze before leaving with her parents.

You have got to be kidding me.

I’d definitely call this forced.

Only three months.

That’s all we have.

Something inside me feels like it cracks.

Like I’ve somehow lost my mate before I’ve even found her.

God, I wish I could find her already.

Everything would be different.

Yeah, sure, Sarah is nice.

She’s beautiful.

She’d probably make a good wife.

But I want more than that.

I don’t want some arranged marriage.

Fuck me.

I leave the house and head straight for the truck.

Before I can even start the engine, Alex’s voice slams into my head.

We have a problem. Get here. Fast.

That’s all he says.

My entire body goes cold.

I throw the truck into drive and peel out of the driveway.

I push the engine as hard as I can, desperate to turn the hour-long drive into anything less.

The whole way back, only one thought runs through my mind.

Please.

Let Ellie be safe.

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Sarafine (Sarah)

I lock my bedroom door behind me and stare into the darkness of my room.

I’m glad that’s over.

I’ve been patiently waiting for Nate to give up on that ‘fated mate’ bullshit for years. Finally, my waiting is paying off. I am officially Nathaniel Blake Lockwood’s fiancée. I can’t help but smile just thinking about it.

I’ve had a crush on Nate since we were kids. When I hit puberty and grew boobs, I started working on my figure and my skills. I wanted to be the best possible choice for one of the twins, hoping all along it would be Nate. Nothing against Alex, but he can be a stick in the mud sometimes.

I trained hard to be number one in training, battles, and to have the best f*****g body of all our female wolves. I earned this title through blood, sweat, and tears.

When Alpha Damien first asked me to be a wife to one of his sons, I was thrilled. It had been what I was waiting on for so many years.

I jumped at the idea of taking Nate as my mate, and Alpha Damien agreed. I thought I would be married to Nate and have a pup or two by now. However, Nate keeps pushing against his father’s wishes, saying he wants to find his damn ‘fated mate.’

What a load of horse s**t.

That doesn’t actually exist. It’s just some fairy tale we are told as children.

Anyway, I know I can make Nate happy. I have studied everything there is to being a good wife. From cooking to cleaning, to how to satisfy his s****l needs.

I have kept my virginity just for him. However, I have expertly mastered other things that leave men dead asleep in bed after getting off.

Of course, I would have to practice. I needed to be ready for whatever Nate wants from me. Blowjob, got it. Hand job, I’m perfect. Want me to bend in unnatural ways, you got it. I would do anything he wanted. Stick it in my ass, anything for him.

When I decided for sure I wanted Nate, I asked the other guys around what he was into.

They never gave me much, though, so I set out to be perfect at anything. Jacob, one of the older boys in the group, was still unmated, but had his needs like any other man. I asked him for practice once, and from then on, he was my practice partner.

We started with basic stuff like grabbing, rubbing, and seduction. After I was comfortable with that, he had me naked and got me used to someone touching my body. Then we moved on to the harder things.

Hand jobs were difficult at first, but I caught on quickly and would have Jacob cumming in my hand in under a minute.

Next was blow jobs. I was the most nervous I had ever been to learn something. At first, he had me practice on hot dogs and work on controlling my gag reflex. When the day came for me to blow him, he said I was a natural. He had c*m all down my throat in two minutes flat.

I thought that was where we would have ended the training, but he wanted me to be more comfortable with darker things too. He told me to trust him, and I did.

That’s when he started tying me up and stretching me so I could bend in all kinds of ways.

Whatever way Nate could possibly ever imagine.

For my final exam, as he called it, he had me on my knees in front of him.

He told me this would be the last thing he would teach me.

I was ready.

He unbuckled his pants and told me to open my mouth but keep making eye contact with him.

He slid his d**k in my mouth, and I remembered thinking, ‘Oh, just a blowjob?’

Then he pulled my hair back into a fist and proceeded to f**k my throat.

He thrust so hard and deep down my throat, it was so hard to keep from gagging.

Tears welled up in my eyes, and I can still remember hearing him say, “You can take it. You’ve trained for this. You just take my d**k so well. That’s it, let me f**k that pretty throat of yours.”

I’m not sure how long he made me endure it.

Finally, he found his release.

Cum coated the back of my throat, but he didn’t pull out.

“Swallow. Every. Drop,” He commanded me.

And so I did.

It was hard to swallow with his d**k still shoved down my throat, but I did.

Afterward, he told me that was the worst he could see Nate doing to me, and he had to make himself hold back cumming too soon.

I felt violated, though.

We had never practiced something so violent.

He reassured me that I was great, and that I would be the perfect s*x partner for Nate one day.

And at the time, that’s all I needed to hear.

Now five years later, I still meet up with Jacob from time to time for normal blow job practice just to keep my skills sharp.

Soon, though, I won’t need him anymore.

I will officially be married to Nate by the end of September.

And if I’m honest, I hope he would never do something like what Jacob had taught me.

But I would be willing to do it if he asked.

I just am looking forward to him being inside me instead of Jacob.

I heard it will hurt when he takes my virginity, but I don’t even care about that.

Whatever pleases him, I’ll do if it makes me Luna.

I lay in bed thinking about Nate, and it's got me flustered.

I slip my hand in my underwear and do the one thing Jacob taught me that brings me pleasure.

I think of Nate and his body, and I rub mine.

After I reach my climax, I fall into a deep sleep.