Mate Made In Hell

Mate Of Mine

The last drops of her innocence, sucked by the fangs of monstrosity.

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Arabella stared at the handsome man, her heart thundering wildly.

Kia was pouncing inside Arabella's head.

"Go to him, go to him and take his face in your hand and kiss those stupidly gorgeous lips..." Kia ordered, but Arabella ignored her wolf, as she watched the man staring back at her.

"Shut up, Kia. I am not going to kiss his lips, definitely not when he is sucking that rabbit dry. Ew..." Arabella grumbled and her wolf shook her head with a frown.

His canines were still long, and his lips were bloody red, but his eyes, the dark, addictive brown eyes, almost black, never left her as he licked his fingers and then sucked his fingers coated with blood. His eyes glowed yellow for a second before the canines retracted.

The man gave her a look that made her stomach clench with need. It was new. And she felt it, the connection. The bond. The pulse of want and need in her body.

Her whole body burned. They were miles apart, but she could feel him next to her, feel his body. Her heart thundered in anticipation and something else.

It was just as Becca had promised it would be. It was intense, it was confusing.

Arabella did want to go to him and tell him who she was, but she didn't want to look too eager.

The Elder grabbed the carcass of the rabbit from the gorgeous man, whose eyes were still on hers. He licked his lips and she licked hers, instinctively. His eyes darkened and her heart thundered wildly under her ribs.

He was so damn handsome. Like a fallen angel. His sharp cheekbones were made to cut hearts.

One of the elders stepped forward and grabbed the dagger from the old Alpha. The elder cut the old Alpha's palm and then turned to Arabella's sexy mate. He showed his palm and when the cut was made, he didn't even flinch a little. He was like rock. The old Alpha placed the blood over the new Alpha's cut and then they started saying words that would officially seal the new Alpha as the rightful leader of the pack.

When the ceremony was over, the new Alpha, stood next to the stone hedge and looked at the wolves around him. "Welcome and enjoy the feast. I am the new Alpha, Vincent Briar of the Blood Stone Pack." He said and everyone cheered before they started to migrate away to other places.

Arabella stood in the same place, looking at him, her heart yearning for him. She waited for him to come to her, but he didn't. He was now talking with a woman wearing a beautiful red dress. The woman was touching his shoulder, his chest and Arabella gritted her teeth. When compared to what the woman was wearing, what Arabella was wearing was comparatively very, very prudish. She was almost grateful that Ziya had made her wear this stupid dress.

The woman said something and giggled, pushing a flirty hand to his chest and then rolled her dirty blonde hair in her fingers. She was beautiful and she was a woman. There was nothing childish about this woman.

"MY MATE. Why is she touching my mate? Why are you still standing here like a damn statue?" Kia grunted, looking feral and wild. Kia's eyes were shining like jade stones, glinting with her anger.

"Do you want me to rip her hands off?" Arabella asked sarcastically with a roll of her eyes as she looked at the woman and Vincent Briar. For a brief second, his eyes met hers before he turned away from her.

"Yes, please. Do it now. She should go find her own man to touch and flirt." Kia snarled.

"I was joking, you insane thing. Shut up!" Arabella said to Kia with a roll of her eyes.

Thankfully, Arabella was a rational woman, when compared to her wolf. Her wolf was half mad, half evil.

Arabella realized the man was not coming to her anytime soon, so she walked away from the place, feeling pretty defeated. She had heard of mates rejecting mates, but she never thought it would happen to her, but by the disinterested way he was acting, he was probably getting geared to reject her.

She sighed. It felt like a slap in her heart.

Her eyes turned wet, but she refused to cry over someone she didn't even know in the first place. This was the first time she had met this man. She didn't like him or love him.

So if he rejected her... Arabella shrugged with a sigh. She wasn't a pretty flower with a fragile backbone. If he rejected her, she could take it. Of course, it might hurt, it might be hard for her, but she would survive it, too, as she had survived many things in life. As she had survived losing her parents at the young age.

"Why are you thinking so negatively? What is wrong with you? He will come to us. He is just busy talking. When he is done, he will come and we will have our mate."

"Yeah, busy with that busty female. I can see how he looks at her. They are lovers." Arabella explained to Kia, and Kia growled angrily.

The woman's hands were playing on the Alpha's chest and she had a seductive smile... full of secret, s****l innuendos. Arabella might not have any experience of s*x, but she knew how it looked...

"They were. Now he is ours. He will only be ours." Kia sounded so damn possessive.

Arabella sighed as she walked away from the loud noise of the party and away from the flirty woman and her disinterested mate.

People cheered, talked, laughed, but she had no mood to celebrate. All her happiness of finding her mate was gone by his look of negligence and disregard. He didn't care for her existence. He would rather be with that woman!

This was a f*cking waste of time, coming here!

She wandered inside the wood and smiled when she felt the soft touch of moonlight on her face, as if the Moon Goddess was looking at her right now and comforting her. Arabella smiled at that gentle feeling of comfort.

"What are you doing wandering in the forest, little girl? Don't you know wolves skulked around these parts of the woods?"

His voice was dangerous, low. She turned towards him, her green eyes wide and, in an instant, she was pressed against the bark of the tree. His hard body was pressed closer to her soft one.

Kia was going crazy from the pressure of his body. And so was Arabella.

"Mark him..." Kia ordered.

"Are you insane? I don't even know his damn name."

"Who cares what his name is? He is mine. Mark him."

"No, crazy wolf. Stop bothering me."

"Hello gorgeous." he said, and his dark raspy voice teased her electrified skin. He trailed a finger down her cheeks, down her throat and she watched, mesmerized, as his fingers trailed to the swell of her breast. No forewarning. He was already touching her like he knew her all his life, and she wasn't averse to the idea of his touch. In fact, she was very very accepting to that idea."So beautiful... I want to bite you right there..."

"Mmm..." Arabella's eyes widened when she moaned out loud without even meaning to. His eyes flashed possessively.

She was so damn humiliated, but it looked like he appreciated it, appreciated her moan. He chuckled as his eyes stared at her breasts with lust and desire. The same desire reflected in her eyes. She had never felt like this.

He trailed his finger down her breast, flicking softly on her tightened nubs and she moaned aloud. He wasn't even fully touching, but she still felt every feather light touch. "So innocent." He said as he cupped her cheeks in his big palms. "But the defiance in the eyes... it is contradicting." He murmured to himself as he pushed his thumb against her lower lips. She bit his thumb and his eyes widened. So was hers.

"Kia... stop... stop being a wanton witch." Arabella ordered.

"I don't want to stop."

"Sorry, that is- my wolf." Arabella said in a soft tone and he smirked.

"Aw, a feisty one, is she?" He said with a chuckle as his hands knotted inside her hair.

She grabbed his should instinctively. He pulled her blonde hair back, showing her pulsing throat to his greedy eyes. The look in his eyes... it was hunger. His canines lengthened and he scraped it down her throat and then bit gently on her collarbone. Her whole body was on fire. Every touch, every lick, every bite, she felt it all.

He cupped her breasts in his hands and kneaded them a little and then pressed his palm over the soft swell and she almost exploded right then and there. He massaged it and then his fingers dipped inside her dress and she mumbled incoherently. The pleasure was blinding and it was slowly building up. Heat pooled between her thighs, soaking her panties.

"Ohhh..."

"Yes. Marvelous." He said as he leaned closer and took a sniff. "I can smell your arousal, little one. Do you want me?" He asked with a self-satisfied smirk. She bristled and gave him a glare.

"I can smell your arousal too, big one," she said, and he smiled and shook his head.

"Oh, a mouthy one. Do you know what the punishment is for mouthing off an Alpha?"

"What? What is the punishment?" she whispered, her eyes hungrily taking him in. Goddess, she understood why Becca was always touching and kissing and f*cking Liam. Oh, if this was how she felt... Arabella couldn't blame her.

"You will get kissed, on that pretty mouth of yours..." he said and smacked his lips against hers. Her whole body exploded. Orange, neon, green, pink, yellow, colorful stars broke behind her closed eyes. She gasped and he pushed his tongue inside her mouth. He tasted amazing. He tasted like an addictive cocktail.

His tongue mated with hers as he grabbed her hair and tugged it gently. She hissed, but the pleasure was bigger than the pain. His hands sneaked inside the slit in her dress and he was slowly playing with the soft sensitive skin of her thigh, closer to the wet panties. She groaned when he bit her lips and then licked it better. His lips were wild, passionate and it was everything and anything she had ever wanted.

His fingers inched closer to her panties. She went still as his fingers made slow contact with her wetness, drenched in her desire for him. He hissed and growled as he grabbed her hips possessively in his big hands.

She was nervous, but she was also high from his touch.

"You are so damn wet for me already." He grunted hoarsely as he pushed her panties away and touched her wetness. For a second, she felt embarrassed. He was still a freaking stranger, and she was already letting him touch her in places no one had ever touched... He hissed as his finger made contract with her slick p*ssy, and she moaned.

"Damn." he cursed. "Damn... this is killing me. This is not- this is not the plan." He mumbled to himself as he traced her clit softly and then the pace increased. His fingers were so quick, yet so tender. He rubbed her wetness and then he flicked his finger right where her nerves of pleasure rested.

He looked into her eyes and she almost died from the look in his eyes. It was so gentle, so, so caring.

He put a finger inside the wet core and her breathing hitched.

She licked her lips as he took his hand away from her throbbing centre. She groaned out loudly in protest. He gave her a teasing look.

"You want more, huh?" She flushed red in embarrassment, but she nodded. "Good. I want more, too." He said as he sucked his finger, slick with her desire. It made Arabella's throat close. Her breath stuck.

He moaned deeply, darkly, as he sucked his finger again, as if he loved the taste of her and she was enthralled. It was both erøtic and embarrassing. "It is delicious, you are delicious, oh... shit... who the hell are you? I am going crazy from just looking at you." He mumbled as he grabbed her closer to him and kissed her again. His tongue that just tasted her desire pushed inside her lips. His kisses were like a storm.

"What is your name, little gorgeous?" He asked as his nose traced her cheek.

"Arabella."

"Arabella, touch me... make me go mad." He begged and she touched his skin with gentle fingers. He grabbed her hand and pushed it inside his suit jacket and she gasped when her fingers made contact with the satin silk skin of his. He was so built. She traced his body with her tingling fingers. Wherever she touched, he responded to it with a hiss, a moan, a growl. It made her feel like she was spinning like a top.

"I am Vincent," he said with a smile.

"I know. Alpha Vincent." She tried his name out, tasting the sound of his name at the tip of her tongue. It tasted sweet as hell.

"Vincent." Sweeter than honey.

"Yes, Arabella?"

"You are my mate, right?"

"Yes. Oh, yes, I am."

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