Erotica: Forbidden Mates

CHAPTER 2

God knows how much time had passed. I woke up with a banging headache and aching body. Jason had not gone easy on me. He had taken me.

I peered up from my knees, my eyes still gleaming with unshed tears. I was still huddled in the same position against the door as I had been when Jason had tried to barge in my room. I remembered him calling out my name and pleading me to open my room but I had finally succumbed to drowsiness and blacked out in my arms on my knees.

I frowned at what I was wearing. I wore his long white shirt. It covered me completely till the knees. The white cloth swam around my smaller frame.

Suddenly, I caught movement around the dark wooden panelling around my ceiling. I squinted through my hazy gaze before screaming in stupefied horror.

A large black reptile was wound around the entire perimeter of the wooden panelling at least 4 times and its head was making a mad dash towards me! It was a … it was a cobra!

The door suddenly burst open, and everything happened within seconds. A beautiful white snake with the lightest shade of green and silver scales slithered past me, tantalizing my skin with pleasurable sparks anytime it came in contact with my lithe body. A huge diamond jewel embedded its head.

I forgot to breathe. The white snake was longer and larger than the cobra, filling up the entire room, but its beauty and radiance screamed royalty and familiarity. Looking at it made me feel at...home. Even its movement held grace and class. It curved around me lovingly and carefully, in stark contrast to the deadly intentions it held against the unwanted visitor in my room.

The white, diamond-jewelled snake hissed out loud only once before it jutted straight ahead and sent its huge fangs crashing into the 15 feet long black cobra's eyes. It easily swallowed the cobra completely in one go.

I looked at my son in stunned silence. I knew about his appetite but it was a shock to witness it. I prepared and left "secret meals" of rodents as he grew up but this was the first time I had seen him shift and hunt upon a prey.

The royal snake ate without spilling even a drop of blood. The kill was that clean and spotless. It marked the presence of a skilled hunter. The gleam in its ember black eyes indicated satisfaction with its meal. Soon enough those shiny black eyes gleamed in hues of silver towards me. My heart skipped a beat.

That is when I realized that I could easily be its dessert after the huge meal. I crawled backwards on my ass, my trembling hands hardly able to support me.

The white snake grew smaller in size till it was about 8 feet and slithered towards me. It hissed, showing its forked tongue. I knew it meant to convey something but I was paralyzed with fear. My back bumped into a wall. The white snake did not stop. It slowly crawled into my lap and faced me, controlling its forked tongue from coming out. Clearly, it knew that I was paranoid of him and even more so of its fangs and tongue. I had just witnessed those parts in deadly action.

It wound its tail inside my blouse and around my waist. It gently settled it head on my shoulder and hissed lowly after every 2 seconds as if purring in snaky-delight.

Its soft and smooth end of the tail rubbed against my navel while the top of the head caressed under my chin softly. It behaved like a kid in my lap.

I hesitated to lift my hand but then gave in after remembering the royal snake's childhood. I could not bring myself to push it away. It was clearly deprived of love and attention. I raised my palm and caressed it along its long neck.

It suddenly went still under my touch. Absolutely rigid. I lightly played under its chin with the length of my index finger and soothed its neck with my other hand before it finally relaxed and shortened further till it was hardly 5 feet tall.

"Thank you," I whispered. It c****d its head to one side and looked at me questioningly, its forked tongue hissing out involuntarily. It tried hard to stop it but I thumbed near the corner of its mouth and shook my head. "Don't do that. It will hurt you. I am used to the bites anyway. They can't kill me," I revealed.

Instantly, the white snake shifted and Jason hugged me.

"You know?"

"Yeah," I could hardly get the word out as Jason squeezed me tighter to himself in his embrace, in a vise-like grip. No pun intended.

His hands went under my blouse again. I tried to pry them off from my bare skin but it seemed like it was helping him calm down.

"I didn't know you suffered so much for me! I knew you had sacrificed a lot but I didn't know the extent!! On top of it, I almost lost you today. Never again. You hear me? Never again are you going to stay out of my sight. I will protect you always. No matter what. I swear," he said and caught my lips in a stormy and highly needy kiss, that had me knocking his chest with my small fists to let me go and breathe.

"My baby," he rasped and dove into my neck, kissing every inch possible.

"No. You are MY baby. I am YOUR MOM! Stop doing this, Jason!! It is sinful!" I angrily shouted.

Jason stilled, his face still dug deep in the crook of my neck. And that is when a torrent of angry kisses and bites littered across my neck and chest in silent retaliation to my burst of anger.

Furious hands tore my blouse open from the front and enraged lips slithered southwards to mark my chest. The message was clear and simple. My body was his territory. He had claimed ownership and was not shy to show it.

"Jason! Stop it!" I scolded, trying to push the raving mad beast away from my lap.

"YOU. ARE. MY. MATE," he slowly spelled out his stance to me. "My chosen one. My soul mate. The one who will stay by my side by the blessings of the Earth Goddess. I will NOT let you go, nor allow anyone to take you away from me. Not even Death. Do you hear me? Hmm? You are MINE. ONLY MINE," he possessively said.

A shudder went down my spine. His possessive words and tone did things to my body. Things that I loathed. Absolutely hated but brought immense pleasure to my traitorous body.

"How dare you!" I shouted furiously and slapped him. Slapped him for the second time in a day! I had slapped him only twice and that too both times in one day. I was the worst human and mother.

Jason narrowed his eyes at me, their mesmerizing green glowing in hues of golden as if the reptile in him was excited by my action and wanted to show me how much.

His face remained stoic and in the same place as if he was no longer affected by my hits like in the morning.

He cupped the back of my neck with his palm and slithered his other hand against my back, before pushing me closer into his chest.

I gasped at the sudden action. We were both statue still. I was frozen in shock while he continuously looked at me with narrowed eyes, his nose flaring in evident displeasure.

Our faces were merely inches apart. I could feel his breath breeze against my lips.

I looked down at them before quickly rolling up my eyes to catch his gaze. Big mistake. He smirked at me.

He inched his face even closer, angling his head so that even a small movement from either side could slot our lips.

My breath caught in my throat. I could not speak in fear of accidentally kissing the dominant royal.

"Do you realize how much I love you?" He finally broke the silence post the slap. "Hmm? Mother dear?" He sarcastically called me out.

"I am unaware but I know enough that you clearly have no respect for me. You are shameless!" I replied.

Jason chuckled, to my utter annoyance. He simply pushed down his shirt from my chest and bent down to catch my hanging boob. He nipped, pulled and suckled on it to his heart's content before meting out the same treatment to my other boob.

He lifted his shirt up and pushed two fingers in my p***y without a warning!

The air knocked out of me in shock. I was not expecting my son to push two ultra large fingers straight into me in open defiance. His thumb rolled against my c**t and against my will. His thumb kept a strong, buzzing pressed against my c**t while the other two fingers vigorously shook my honey pot to the core. With only 3 fingers, he could control my body and strum it like an instrument!

I tried to get away but his other palm spread against my ass and kept me in place.

"JAY - AYYY - SUNNNN" I vibrated out my son’s name, as furiously as possible. However, he was rocking my body and senses like an explosive earthquake.

"What? Can't understand you. What are you saying, baby? You need to be coherent," he cooed.

I tightened my grip on his shoulders when his fingers went deeper and faster. My body was trembling and shaking as every nerve ending in my body electrified.

"I hate you!" I spoke through clenched teeth.

This only made the royal madder. His anger manifested into faster speeds and deeper pleasures. His thumb built up maddening pleasure and pressure on my c**t while his fingers scissored their way to my G spot in furiously lightning fast speeds.

"But I love you," he sassed, his smirk growing wider when he watched me blow my top.

"Jason," I gritted out.

"Mother," he simply replied as calmly as possible, smiling at me.

"Yo-you ... " I said, words failing me as I tore through the most explosive orgasm ever. That too, just by his fingers!

He keenly watched me ride my high and crash down against his chest, panting.

He cupped the back of my head and pulled me out of his chest.

He bent his face and kissed me tenderly. He smooched me to his heart's content and slowly tapered off the kiss.

"God, you were so sexy. So beautiful. Just my perfect mate," he happily sighed before hugging me close to his chest.

I wanted to say, "I am not," but I was too tired to utter a word.

He had drained me off all energy. The sly snake! He had tricked me into speechlessness.

“Am not,” I still managed to say, making him chuckle. I could feel his chest rumble as he laughed over my head.

He effortlessly stood up, carrying me in his arms and deposited me on the bed before pulling me to the edge of the bed by my legs. His head instantly buried inside my soaking honeypot.

No, no, no! Not again!

I struggled against him, trying to hit his back with the heel of my foot but the man was a stubborn wall. Nothing made him budge. Instead, my thrashing provided more friction to c**t and movement against his tongue.

“Jason! Get off me!” I tried to push away the huge man.

To my surprise, he listened and looked up at me questioningly.

“Get out of my room,” I scolded him and pointed towards the door.

His response was to roll his eyes at me. Roll his eyes. At me! The nerve!

As a teenager, he had never rolled his eyes at me or troubled me in any way. As an adult, he was testing all my limits.

“Jason. I will not repeat,” I used my mom-voice at him but it only made him smirk at my hopeless attempt.

“As you say, babe,” he replied and that term of endearment nearly made me lose my mind. However, I was the one blowing my top – the proverbial top since I was pretty much topless – when Jason picked me up and took me to his room.

“Let me go, Jason,” I demanded and he simply pulled me closer to him and killed the lights with a voice command as he lay behind me in his bed.

“Goodnight to you too… baby,” he replied and caged me under his leg, out like a light in the next moment.

I gaped at this infuriating man. Did he just …

Yeah, he did. He was c**k-warming himself inside my ass while he slept after a massive meal.

I tried to pull myself away from his enormous c**k but the thing was like a threaded screw in a bolt – long and immovable.

Drained, I felt my eyes getting heavier and before I knew it I had blacked out.

I tried to open my eyes but they were heavier than my will and remained shut even though I wanted to glare at my son for taking advantage of me in my sleep. He slowly pumped in and out behind me, trying his best not to wake me. I knew he was not completely inside me but it was enough to make me feel full.

His soft grunts fell in my ears as he lay beside me.

“Fvck! I love you so much,” he whispered and coiled his muscular arms around my small waist even tighter.

I grabbed the first thing that came in my hand and bashed it in my face. I wanted to curse my sleepy brain when no noise came on contact. I had hit him with the decorative cushion that I thought would liven up his room on his return.

Curses to me and my brain.

Jason chuckled and turned my face towards him.

“You are awake!” he exclaimed and kissed me happily as if I the cushion snack had been a delightful treat for him. “Good morning, babe! How did you sleep?” he asked, purring in delight while stealing kisses from forbidden regions.

I pushed him away from me. Hard. I quickly got up, gathered the sheet around me and ran out. When the door of my room locked behind me and I slid against it and cried, my chest heaving heavily.

“Hailey! Open the door,” Jason shouted from the other side. I knew he could break open the door but I also knew his weakness. Me. He would never hurt me, especially when I was sitting in front of the door.

“Please,” I begged him. “Leave me alone. Just for a day,” I pled. “G-go away,” I sobbed.

“Hailey! M-mo – mo …” he brought himself to say the word he hated the most. “Mom,” he finally said. “Please come out. You are bleeding.”

“If you love me, please stay away from me,” I swore.

“WHAT?! No way!” he shouted, his anger unleashing without reign.

“Don’t make me go to the other extreme, Jason,” I blackmailed and the royal snake all his cool when he understood what I meant.

“Did you just threaten me with your life?” he growled.

“Go away. All I asked is for a day,” I tiredly answered.

“Alex,” I heard him call his best friend. After a pause he continued on his phone, “Guard her. I will be gone for a day.”

Alex must have understood what he meant because Jason’s next instruction was, “ … and get the ten best warriors to protect her in my absence. Yesterday’s incident should not repeat.”

I put two and two together and gaped. Alex was not only Jason’s best friend. He belonged to my son’s kind and he was his … “Beta. You better guard her well. If she has even a small prick or scrape on her, I will take your life.”

After ending the call with a threat to his best friend’s life, he softly said, “I am going. Please take care of yourself. The ointments are on the kitchen slab. I – I love you and I will miss you,” he mumbled the last part and I knew he was out of the house gate in the blink of an eye.

I looked at my bleeding shoulder and sighed. I had taken advantage of his love for me. I had torn myself away from him while his fangs were dug deep inside me. He was trying to feed on my blood while injecting pleasure-filled venom in its place.

He was trying to strengthen the mate bond.

I hated this cruel twist of fate in his life. He was mated to his mother! How could he go along with it!

He should have rejected me and found someone younger, more beautiful and powerful that matched the status of snake queen to his kingly one.

Instead, he clung to me like being lovers was the most natural thing for us.

I could not sit at home. His home. I had to get away.

I took a long bath and tried to rub away all his kisses and bites from his skin before taking a shower twice.

I took out my most conservative and boss-lady outfit from the wardrobe and donned it with simple make-up.

I grabbed the keys and locked the door, only to be met face to face with a blushing Alex who blocked my path.

“Ma’am,” he greeted but made no move to step away.

“Alex,” I curtly responded.

“Do you want me to drop you?” he politely asked.

“No. I have an important meeting with a client. This is business as usual,” I replied.

“Okay,” he nodded and let me through.

I took my unused SUV from the garage and went to office. Not a car was in sight behind me that seemed to be tailing me.

I sighed when I remembered how the snake in my house would vanish out of thin air. Underground channels were their forte.

I accelerated and reached my office in record time. I felt guilty for fleeing away from him but he was no longer the sweet boy who needed me. Now he was a dominating beast who needed me in wildly different ways.

The moment I stepped out, lights flashed and camera lenses fluttered open and close.

“Ms Cambridge, can you please comment about the hostile takeover of your group?”

“How do you think you will safeguard the bank’s interests?”

“Is today your last day?”

“Does the board want you now that you failed to see this move coming?”

“Can you comment on how this happened overnight? What is your opinion?”

My secretary dashed towards me and so did the bank’s security, warding off the shouting and screaming news reporters away from me.

“Oh good, you are here! We were starting to wonder if you left us hanging,” she said.

“What is happening?” I demanded, the bag in my hand suddenly feeling heavier than usual.

“A mysterious foreign group took over our bank’s group,” my secretary replied.

“When?” I asked.

“We got to know after the markets opened and the stock analysts announced the takeover of the group,” my CFO replied.

“How much stake do they hold?” I asked.

The CFO looked at the Chief Investment Officer.

“Well?” I questioned.

The latter cleared his throat and spoke, “60% equity and replaced our board completely.”

“Who bought them?”

“We are not aware yet,” he replied.

“You are saying a mysterious company just took over our company with a majority stake? Are you kidding me?” I rubbed my temples. “How did we not notice anything like this? There are usually signs of this happening over a period of time and how could someone afford to just buy us all out?” I asked, not able to understand what was happening.

“This seems to be a secretive intelligence organization who managed to convince our promoters to sell their stake to them and did this with military precision in a day or two’s time before word could get out,” the CFO replied.

“Impossible. Just two days?” I asked.

“Yes. You can check for yourself,” he replied as we made a sharp cut on the way to my cabin.

“Did it happen to anyone else?” I queried, genuinely curious as to why they had an eye on us. Was there a pattern?

“No. It only happened to us. Apparently, the stock market is rejoicing with this move. Our shares have skyrocketed,” he informed.

“Alright. Let’s wait for their official response. For now, don’t panic. I will try to negotiate terms with the new board for our employees and you all,” I said while glancing through the reports that my secretary handed over to me on my way to my office.

“You are still thinking about us?” the executives asked me in shock.

I looked over from the files and raised a brow at them.

“Who else will I think about at this time? Our board members and promoters happily gave up their stake and positions for the new group. Of course I will look out for our employees and retail investors now. None of you should suffer,” I answered. “Now go back to your positions and work as usual. I will take care from here.”

“Wow,” they whispered behind me while I entered my cabin.

“You are not thinking about yourself. Again,” Mark, the Chief of Staff, said, almost in an accusatory tone. He was the only one who came in my cabin while the rest disappeared.

“And that is a problem because?” I asked.

“Because you are the only one who might end up suffering,” he said, leaning over the table. He looked genuinely furious.

“Thank you for worrying about me but I will be fine. Please help me in allaying our employees’ fears and see to it that our PR team does not release a statement till we get a notice,” I replied, not looking up from my screen.

When no response or sound came, I looked away from my laptop and rolled my chair back in shock.

“Hailey Cambridge, you are the most wonderful woman that I have ever met and I am willing to shoulder all your burdens and protect you. Will you marry me?” he asked, bent on one knee and a ring box open towards me with the biggest diamond shining in all its glory.

I looked at the young man in shock.

“Mark, no! I am too old for you and secondly, I have a son who might as well be like your younger brother! I am sorry but no, I can’t marry you,” I firmly rejected.

“Age does not matter to me and Jason can still be my buddy. I like him and he is old enough to be on his own!” Mark replied.

“Get out, Mark,” was my only response. Lately, I seemed to be attracting the wrong age group of men and asking them to “get out.” Life seemed to have a twisted sense of humour lately.

“Hailey, c’mon!” Mark started but I quickly put a stop to all this nonsense.

“Mark, respect my wishes. Go and do your job,” I replied.

“Okay, Hailey but this is not over yet,” he promised and hightailed from the room.

Everyone at my door gawked over him.

I sighed. Everyone saw and heard everything.

But I had other important issues to worry about, rather than my reputation.

“Maria, come in,” I called out to my secretary who was still at the door, papers in hand.

The red-haired, young woman with the deepest blouse sauntered inside in her pencil heels, looking at me sheepishly.

“My deepest apologies for entering without knocking,” she apologized while the rest of the team looked down, refusing to meet my eye.

“That is not an issue. Did you get any news from the buyers?” I asked.

“Yes. Here is an email from the JC Group. Their founder who is also the CEO will come tomorrow in exactly twenty-four hours to meet you and discuss the future roadmap. He asked us to inform you that he will be taking all control of the group and you will have no active role in this company. Most of the staff shall remain but new teams will be formed and the company will be restructured according to his wishes,” she informed.

JC Group? What did that stand for?

“Alright,” I nodded and dismissed her. The rest of the team ushered in and spoke over each other, trying to give their suggestions to help me keep my position as CEO in the bank.

“Silence!” I softly but firmly said, bringing my palm thudding against the table. “No, I will not go for a legal battle and absolutely won’t do anything to bring down the price of shares by any unethical means. These will only hurt the reputation of the organization we built with our sweat, blood and tears, and harm our shareholders’ interests. It is alright if my position has been taken over. I will survive,” I calmly replied. “Now help me consolidate all our financials, reports and documents for a smooth handover. Promise me, you will help me make this a memorable last working day for me,” I announced and everyone silently nodded, trying to keep their grim faces from turning into a sourer expression.

“All I want to say is that you were the best boss,” one of them whispered.

Speeches and goodwill followed suit and before I knew it, the office was almost empty by midnight and I was left alone in my chair in the dark office cabin looking back at my glorious years as CEO.

I rested my head against the chair and closed my eyes.

I had to find a new home. I had a huge sum of money sitting in my savings account but I had willed it all to Jason. I could lead a simple lifestyle away from the stress of work and my son. Clearly, he could manage my money and lead a comfortable lifestyle for eternity. I could take this time to lead a quiet, simple and peaceful life. How wrong I was when I found myself right at the opposite spectrum at the helm of extravagant luxury, chaos and power.

I woke up early morning and nearly screamed in fright before my brain worked overtime and alerted me that they were not enemies.

Snakes littered across the room and I found myself resting over a huge coiled, green serpent.

“Alex!” I hissed at the green serpent – the irony – and flung away the blanket spread over me before walking away from him.

He shape-shifted to his human self and bowed, completely clothed.

“I am sorry but we could not bear to see you sleeping so uncomfortably,” he mumbled the apology. “Would you like to go back home? I can drive,” he offered.

“Please leave,” I politely replied.

“Alright!” he agreed and spoke in a strange language that had all the snakes in the room scattering away and disappearing within seconds.

I sighed and drove back home, took a quick shower, got dressed and drove back to office.

I completed all the files ready for handover, signed important documents to make life easier for the new owner and printed my letter of resignation.

When the clock struck 12 noon, I had already completed an eight-hour shift in office.

“The new owner is here,” Maria announced and I nodded at her. I joined the C-suit executive team in welcoming the JC Group at the entrance.

However, when I lifted my head and met his eyes, my heart leapt and eyes widened in shock while everyone else gasped.

JC Group. JC. It was his name!

“Well, hello, folks! It is good to be back,” the green-eyed man announced.