Her Impossible Mate

17- Breakfast

...Zander...

The image of Raine shattering beneath me will be ingrained in my mind indefinitely. Just watching her come undone at my touch nearly pushed me over the edge myself. And knowing I'm the first to get her there, I'll wear that like a badge of honour. Now, anytime that shy blush creeps over her cheeks, I'll think of the flush that rose with her squeaks of pleasure. Anytime she sighs, I'll remember the jagged breaths of ecstasy and the rapid rise and fall of her exposed chest. Her husky confession of 'I want you' will echo in my mind and pull me from even the blindest of rages. And that taste... F*ck.

Soon, my face will be buried deep in her sweet waterfall of a p*ssy as we ride wave after wave together. I know with my whole heart, I will never get enough of Raine.

I have never felt so free. A visible weight has lifted from my shoulders as I spend this time with Raine. Even now, we play like children in the kitchen, throwing flour and flicking spoonfuls of batter at each other. I can't recognise myself. I don't have to maintain my cold and harsh demeanour. She unlocks my inner child that was forced away too young, and the stress and the strain of being a leader slips away.

My possessive streak is tamed away from external influences. Away from prying eyes and interruption, I no longer need to feel guarded. I just enjoy Raine's company.

I watch her wiggle in my t-shirt as she tries to make at least one successful pancake. The hem barely covers her ass, the knowledge that she is bare under there cause my pants to tighten.

Thankfully, I didn't bother to put on another shirt. My bare torso is a mess as she mischievously drew a line of pancake batter from my chest to my belt buckle before dipping her finger into her mouth. Along with the other splashes and flour handprints, she playfully attacked me with. This environment suits her too, her walls crumbling fast at this intimate time together.

Never in my life have I craved domestic bliss. Women were objects to use and throw away. The realisation that I could have missed this opportunity with Raine by continuing to be an asshole makes my stomach squirm. But experiencing this weekend with Raine makes me want to run away with her. I want to keep her all to myself in a forgotten house on a faraway hill and just live like this forever. But that's not the path made for me. Responsibility beckons me home.

Wanting to make the most of this time, I slip up behind Raine at the stove and sweep my hands around her stomach. She leans back into me with a content sigh. Imagines of her bare and squirming with delight flood my mind, and I'm desperate to do it all again.

I dip my head down to pull her earlobe into my mouth and give it a light nibble. She responds by tipping her head, allowing more access, and mumbles to herself as I trail kisses down the soft skin of her neck. My hands grip her hips and push her back into my groin. She hums and rolls her plump cheeks over my bulging pants. I continue to nibble and suck more firmly at her neck, wanting to leave my claim on her pure silk skin.

Desire takes over, the beast within desperate to take control. I spin her quickly, and my lips find hers instantly. She's quick to respond- much to my delight- as her hands snake up my chest around the back of my neck.

She's bold and confident as she pushes into the passion, raising on her tiptoes to give her my reach to press deeper into the kiss. Wish her arms extended over my shoulders, my t-shirt rides up over the curve of her ass cheeks. Reaching around just a little further allows me to grasp under her cheeks, my fingers dangerously close to the prize between her legs.

She doesn't fight me, only shows me her approval with her murmurs of pleasure against my lips.

I love the feel of her hands tangling in my hair, her grip tightening with the deepening of pleasure. The scent of her arousal spurs me on, the imprinted image of her earlier org*sm making me want more. I need more of her.

Gripping firmly, she squeaks as I turn and place her on the breakfast bar. Her heels lock behind me and pull me close. She reaches for my buckle while chewing her lip and batting her eyelashes up at me seductively. While that action makes my c*ck twitch against the constraint of my pants, I'm a little surprised she wants to take that step. A nagging voice at the back of my head tells me she is just caught up in the moment. My pleasure is seeing her pleasure, and that's enough for me.

My hand reaches over hers and pulls them away. Her confidence falters at the removal of her touch, her cheeks flushing but not with the heat of passion. That will change in a minute.

"Not before my breakfast, my love." Her furrowed brow quickly changes to surprise as I tug the t-shirt over her head in one swift movement, then pull her legs so that she teeters on the very edge of the counter.

I bend lower to slide one leg over each shoulder, my hands bearing down on her hips, locking her in place. She watches over me, now fully aware of what I meant by 'breakfast'. Her chest heaves and her eyes flutter as my warm breath washes over her.

Maintaining the lusty eye contact, I run my tongue the entire length of her slick folds, and she shudders at the action. I have to close my eyes and let out my own groan of satisfaction at the taste of her on my tongue.

My tongue swipes and circles, lapping up her delicious juices. She rests on her arms behind her and groans with delight as her chest arches to the sky.

I speed my movement and deepen the pressure as she continues to shudder and whine. Her hand finds the back of my head and fist in my hair. She pushes my head to apply more pressure, and I happily oblige, delighted to be buried between her thighs and tasting her in all her glory.

I slow to suck on her sensitive c**t, and her body jerks as she curses under her breath. I smile, ready to dive back in, but she pulls me back before I can.

"F*ck me." Her instruction is definite.

"Are you sure?" I'm still half-buried between her legs, my breath still washing over her.

"I said, f*ck me. Now." Her voice is firm, commanding. She's sure.

I swing her quickly over my shoulder and march purposefully toward my room. She squeals in delight as she bounces bare on my shoulder. I drop her down heavily on the bed, enjoying the bounce of her breasts and the touch of anticipation across her face.

Standing at the end of the bed, I unbuckle my belt and drop my pants swiftly. My erection springs free in all its glory. Raine's doe eyes bulge with a gulp of trepidation at the sight before her. I smirk down at her as she nervously chews her lip. Her brow is quirked as if in deep thought.

I want to be buried deep inside her now, but if she had any doubts, I would never push her. Her next move shows me her willingness.

Raine shuffles herself to sit at the edge of the bed and inspects the task before her. She glances up, hungry eyes locked to mine. Her tongue extends and teasingly circles the tip of my hardened c*ck.

The hum that escapes my mouth is entirely involuntary. She smiles up at me in victory. It's my turn to bite back the noises of pleasure.

Her hand wraps firmly around the base, and she dips the tip into her warm mouth. Her eyes stay fixed on mine as she pushes it deeper, her tongue placing pressure on the underside of the shaft.

The sight of her plush lips wrapped around me is better than any dream. I could explode right now, just at the sight. She breathes deeply through her nose as she finds a steady rhythm, her hand and mouth working in tandem to cover my length.

My knees feel weak, an unusual occurrence for me this early on in an encounter. Her eyes twinkle as she takes in my bodies response. Her pace picks up as my hand fists in her hair to ground me. F*ck she's good.

I pull her back with her hair, her head tilted back with a devious smirk on her swollen lips. If I don't f*ck her now, I'll release before I get the chance.

"Are you on birth control?" It's an abrupt but important question. Although I'm not sure what I'll do if she says no. I didn't exactly pack for this. She smiles and nods. Thank f*ck.

She scoots herself back as I climb forward on top of her. I feel the heat radiating from her body as I prop myself over her and line up at her entrance. Before pressing into her, I bring myself down to place a tender kiss on her lips.

Her hands hold the side of my face and caress softly. Slowly, I guide myself into her. I pause a few inches deep as her eyes squeeze closed, and she releases a pained groan. Her hands grip onto my shoulders as I still inside her.

"Breathe, my love. I promise I'll make it worth it." My rough voice helps her relax. She takes deep breathes, and her grip loosens. I lean back down to kiss her as a distraction, and the remainder of my length slides into her.

I still again, now buried to the hilt. Her tight walls clench around me, and it feels blissful. Her eyes open, and I check to see if she's ok. Her eyes are dark with desire, and she nods to allow me to continue.

I start slow, sliding all the way out to the tip and back in. She squirms under me though the pain appears to be gone, replaced with pleasure. Her moans, coupled with my grunts of satisfaction, fill the room as my firmness with her increases.

Deciding she's ready for more, I break her locked legs behind me and bring them to hang over each of my shoulders. I kneel up and hold her legs closed, keeping her tilted up to start a punishing pace. She reaches down to circle her own pleasure spot, her head falling back and back arching up.

Our skin slaps as my movements intensify. A squeak escapes her lips as she reaches cl*max. I watch as her body jerks underneath me, her breathy whispers beg me to stay at my brutal speed as I feel her clench rhythmically around me. Watching her shatter under me again is everything I need to finish. The pressure builds as I grunt with each heavy thrust.

Reaching my edge, I drop her legs and pull out in perfect time to watch my seed spurt out onto her perfectly shattered body. My muscles twitch and jerk as euphoria engulfs me. Never have I felt such an intense finish. Everything about Raine made this the most sublime experience. A low growl of satisfaction rolls from my chest as I kneel back to rest.

I lick my lips as I look over my masterpiece. Raine is the canvas; my release is my creation.

She looks spent as she gazes up at me through hooded eyes. But most importantly, she looks satisfied.

I lean forward to place a sweet kiss on her lips, then pull away to scoop her into my arms. Time to clean up my mess and soothe her aching body.

Steam fills the bathroom as I walk us into the hot shower. I place Raine tired body to stand before me, making sure to hold her waist, so she won't fall. She sways to adjust to standing and giggles at her instability. I clean her off and make sure to lightly massage the soap into her hard-worked muscles.

Once clean, I dry her off, place her in another of my t-shirt's and slip us both into bed to cuddle up.

Her head rests on my chest, and my arm sweeps around her to pull her close. Tickling at her upper arm, I sigh heavily with content.

"That was amazing." I breathe out, the first words to leave either of our mouths. She giggles and buries her head into my chest. I kiss the top of her head, wishing we could stay here forever.

She twists her head so her chin rests on my chest and she can look up at me.

"Do you think that was the bond or us?" I feel my chest tighten that she might regret what has happened. I pause for a minute to gather my words.

"I think that this is everything I want. Bond or not. You are more than I could ever dream and most certainly more than I deserve." My heart beats furiously in my chest at the feeling of being open. Her eyes switch between mine as if to confirm my words.

"I'm sorry. This whole concept is new to me. This shouldn't even be a possibility..." She trails off and drops her eyes, realising she's spilt a secret. Or at least something she thought I wasn't aware of. Lena had already made me aware that Raine was not of pure-blood descent, which would make this bond impossible.

"Raine. Why didn't you tell me you were blend-blooded?" My voice is soft, so she doesn't feel pressured or attacked by the question. She pulls out of my arms and sits up.

"That's a fancy way of saying mongrel." Her eyes dance around nervously, but her voice is already on the defensive.

"That's the term, Raine. There's pure-blooded and blend-blooded." I shuffle myself up to sit with my back pressed against the headboard. I speak matter of fact, no sense tiptoeing around the subject. She sighs and releases the tensions in her shoulders.

"I, uh..." She tucks the loose strands of hair behind her ears while she finds her words. "I guess I didn't want you to think less of me." She curls her legs up under her for comfort, her knees becoming a shield for the disappointment she expects from me.

It hurts that she would think so little of me. The truth is I have never thought differently of anyone for their lineage. A person's character speaks volumes for who they are, not where they come from.

"Raine, I don't care what you are. I care who you are." I shuffle closer to cup her cheek reassuringly. "And you are perfect to me." Her eyes meet mine, the corner of her mouth twitching into a small smile.

"But don't you think it's strange?" I tilt my head and furrow my brow to show I don't follow. "That I'm your mate, but I'm a mon- blend-blooded?" Her knees flop away from their protective position, hopefully feeling comfortable with me now.

"I think that we are made for each other. This weekend has only solidified that for me. We can look into the why's of it all if you want. But I know one thing for sure..." Her gaze rises, her emerald eyes glistening with anticipation. I lean forward, our faces now only inches apart. "I am yours." My chest hums at the admission, the bond vibrating through me, confirming this connection.

Her mouth stretches into a lopsided smile.

"Mine?" She probes, looking for confirmation.

"Yours." I say with finality. And it's the truth. Raine has well and truly captured my heart with her bold confidence, her endearing vulnerability, and her striking beauty.

I am addicted to Raine Moore.

I launch myself forward to trap her underneath me as he giggles and tries to wriggle free. I trap her wrists above her head and lean down for a kiss. The sounds escaping her spur me on again. Deepening the kiss with her caged beneath my strong frame.

I remove my hand from her wrist to move down her body, desperate to try for round two. She breaks the kiss with a look of anxiety.

"I- I don't think I can." I pull back instantly, concerned that I've scared her. "I'm a bit... sore." Her eyes flick down then back up as she chews nervously at her lip.

Realising she means our earlier tangle has left her tender, I scoop her up and bring her back to cuddle into my side.

"Y'know, I could always kiss it better?" My tone is playful, and her hand come crashing down on my chest in response.

We stay tucked together for hours, sharing stories and laughing together. Here, it feels easy. There are no outside influences to bother us, we are free to just enjoy each other.

This weekend was to get to know one another, and I'm entirely sure we have succeeded. I wanted to come here to encourage emotional intimacy. A feat that I struggle with. Raine has pulled that out of me with ease here.

She completely surprised me with the levels of physical intimacy. My wildest dreams couldn't compare to the sight of her falling over the edge at my touch. I have never experienced this much connection with anyone, and I don't think I'll ever get enough of it- of her.

But as time ticks on, the thought of returning to the chaos of the city hangs over me like a dark cloud. I can't continue to be this carefree with all the responsibilities that await me. I want so badly to offer Raine a life like we've experienced this weekend, but the truth is I can't.

We pack our bags to return home, and I already feel the weight returning to my shoulder.

The drive home is quiet, my mind already working over the tasks for the week. I grasp firmly to Raine's thigh as we speed into sight of the city. She sits so peacefully, allowing the comfortable silence to continue. Her fingers trace lines over veins and lines on my hand. The soft touch soothes me, and I replay our weekend in my mind like to instil calm.

I pull up outside her apartment block, and my chest tightens at the reality kicking in. Tonight I drop her off, and tomorrow the cold and commanding Alpha returns.

Her hand slides into mine as we walk through her apartment building. My mind circles with thoughts of how to stop the pressures of the city interfering in mine and Raine's relationship. She squeezes my hand before letting go to unlock her door.

I don't want to leave her, ever. And that thought alone is a little scary to me. She takes her bags and places them inside her apartment.

"Thank you. I had a really great time." She fiddles with her keys as she gazes up at me.

"Yeah. Me too." Goodbyes are awkward. I think perhaps it would be easier to throw her over my shoulder and take her home with me now. That possessive streak tells me to keep her locked away from the madness this city brings.

I reach for her chin and guide it up before my lips crash down on hers. I need to hold on to this. This taste, this touch.

"I'll pick you up tomorrow." The thought of striding into the office with Raine at my side makes my heart swell with pride. She is my everything, and they should all see that.

Raine beams up at me before her face twists into a devious smirk.

"Yes, sir."

Oh, Raine. She knows exactly what she's doing. And I love her for it.