Best Friends to Mates

Chapter Twelve

Thatcher looked up at me. When he noticed the grin on my face, one appeared on his own. "What?" He asked with a slight laugh.

I shook my head. "Nothing." Clearing my throat, I added. "Keep going."

Thatcher tilted his head to the side and held up a brow. "What are you grinning at?" He asked again.

I couldn't help the laugh that escaped me. "I just.. thought you looked cute while you were thinking so hard." I said shyly, looking away from Thatcher as I did.

I felt the bed dip, and quickly, I was pulled into Thatchers lap. He wrapped his strong, muscular arms around me tightly. My body buzzed with the tingling sensation of our mate bond.

I was facing towards Thatcher as I sat in his lap, almost straddling him. My cheeks tinted as I noticed the position I was in on his lap. He tightened his hold on me and nuzzled his face in the crook of my neck, inhaling softly.

A low rumbling growl echoed from Thatchers chest.

"Godess, you smell so good. I've been wanting to do this since I first laid my eyes on you in the kitchen and found that you were my mate." Thatcher's voice was deeper and husky. I could tell that Chaos had pushed his way to the front, and Thatcher was sharing a little bit of control with him.

I wrapped my arms around Thatcher's neck and moved my head to the side, allowing Thatcher easier access to nuzzle me.

I wasn't going to lie and say that I didn't enjoy Thatchers affection because I did. I enjoy it very, very much.

My body buzzed with heat and lust. I felt my n*****s harder and rub against the fabric of my bra, sending waves of pleasure down to my core.

It was very difficult to hold in the pleasurable moans that wanted to escape. My core drenched, and yearned for Thatcher. I wanted to feel him between my thighs.

Thatcher growled again. My eyes widened in panicked embarrassment as I realized that he could smell my obvious arousal.

Thatcher lifted his head from between my neck and looked into my eyes. I could see that his eyes were swirling with bright silver as Chaos tried to force his way to take full control.

"I can smell your arousal for me, little mate." Thatcher said in a husky voice that caused an even worse ache between my legs.

My body cried out for Thatcher. Wanting to be touched and praised by him.

I had never felt this way before. Never for anyone besides Thatcher. The bond was already strong from years of being close with him; but I could feel it snapping into place with each passing moment that we held one another. It was getting even stronger.

"Godess, your arousal smells so f*****g good, baby." Thatcher spoke again, before placing a soft kiss at the base of my neck.

I could hear that Chaos had given him back control, and that only made my eyes widen further. Now it was definitely Thatcher saying those things.

And it caused my panties to soak once again.

Hearing Thatcher call me baby was incredibly sexy, and I wanted to hear it again. His dirty talk was turning me on more and more.

Thatcher trailed his kisses up my neck, going slow and pressing so softly. Shivers ran down my spine as goosebumps trailed up and down both of my arms.

My body was crying out for Thatcher. Wanting touched. Wanting a release. Something I had never had in my eighteen years of life.

"T-Thatch.. Thatcher." I cried out softly, earning a low growl from him.

"Mhmm?" Thatcher hummed as he continued to kiss up my neck and onto my ear. He pulled away and looked into my eyes. I gulped roughly, trying to reel in my arousal scent.

I cleared my throat. My face was burning hot. I had never been touched like that by anyone, and it definitely did things to me, especially coming from Thatcher.

I wanted him so bad.

"You're blushing. It's adorable." Thatcher teased. His boyish grin had returned to his face again. His words only made my face heat up more.

I wasn't used to hearing things like that. Hell, I hadn't even ever had a boyfriend. No man has ever touched me in the way that Thatcher did. And I didn't want any other man to. Thatcher was the only man I wanted for the rest of my life.

That's what a mate bond entails. The moon goddess chooses our mates from the day we are born. A mate bond is eternal. Made to last for the rest of your lives.

That is why a mate bond causes so much want. You will feel that want for the rest of eternity. The feeling of your mate bond never goes away. The tingles never go away. The pull never goes away.

Unless you reject your mate. Which is high frowned upon. The moon goddess chooses the perfect mate for us, and for specific reasons. Going against the Moon Goddess is blasphemy and an insult to our creator.

Thatcher pulled me closer to him, bringing me from my thoughts. His eyes bore into mine intently.

"Zoning out again, Tessy?" Thatcher chuckled.

My breath caught in my throat as I realized how close our lips were. If I were to lean the slightest bit forward, we would share our first kiss.

My heart thumped loudly in my chest. Just the thought of feeling his lips on mine was enough to make my heart race.

I watched as Thatcher's eyes dipped to my lips for a brief moment before coming back up to my eyes. I mirrored his actions and glanced down at his soft, dark pink lips.

My wolf pushed for me to close the gap between Thatcher and I. She yearned to feel his lips on ours, and so did I.

I was nervous. I had never been kissed before, and that made me feel insecure. I was incredibly inexperienced when it came to anything intimate. Even something as small as a kiss had me feeling nervous. My stomach rolled with fear.

Fear that I would somehow mess our first kiss up and make myself look stupid.

Thatcher must have read my mind because he shook his head slightly. Juat barely enough for me to see it.

"Don't be nervous, Tess. It's just me, Thatcher. I'm still your best friend. I'm still the man who loves you and cares about you more than anything." He softly spoke.

"I'm still the man who knows your favorite flavor of ice cream and how you like your coffee made. I know your favorite genre of music, your favorite rock band, and your biggest fear."

"I know everything there is to know about you, Pryntess. I was made for you, and you were made for me." Thatcher whispered.

I felt my eyes water.

All that time away, feeling like I had lost my best friend. It's such a relief and blessed feeling to know that I not only still have my best friend, but also now my mate.

"I love you, Pryntess. I always have, and I always will." Thatcher admitted.

His words had warmed my heart completely, making the tears fall freely down my cheeks.

I inched forward and pressed my lips to Thatchers.