The New Mate

Chapter 5

Blaise

Blaise had been pacing for hours. His concern for Celia had turned to guilt and then suspicion. Quinn had come in moments ago and silently watched his harsh, quick strides. His friend was leaned back with his legs out straight crossed at the ankle and his hands clasped behind his head. Suddenly he took a deep sigh and stood.

“Alright, Blaise. I gave you thirty and god knows how long you were doing this before that. What the hell is going on?” Quinn asked with irritation. Blaise stopped and looked at his friend. They had always been best friends and had no secrets between them.

“Madik was in her head last night.” Quinn sat back down as he let out a slow breath and ran his hands through his hair. Blaise began pacing again. “He messed with her pretty good, too.”

“That means she’s blood bound. He owns her. If the council finds her they’ll send her back.”

“She’s not going back.” Blaise hissed as he glared at his friend without stopping his movement back and forth. Quinn raised his hands in surrender.

“Woah, Blaise. I’m on your side. What do you want to do?”

“Make her mine. They can try and object after that. They can try.” Blaise muttered out maliciously. Blaise could feel the concern coming from Quinn. Even he didn’t know what to think of it. He forced himself to slow his pace.

“Can I ask you a question?” Quinn spoke cautiously after a long silence. Blaise nodded his head slightly as he walked back towards him, then away as his eyes met his briefly. “Why do you care?” Blaise froze and took in slow steady breaths without turning to his friend. Quinn stood and slowly approached him, speaking carefully. “She’s just a random girl, right? Why do you care so much?” Quinn asked, prodding him to say the word Blaise was avoiding since it slipped out at the restaurant. Blaise whipped around to him, his eyes pleading as his wolf attempted to surface and he fought it back.

“I don’t know.” He said in a haunted voice.

“This woman’s got you all turned around.” Quinn said shaking his head.

“Celia.” The name slipped off Blaise’s lips like honey.

“You got her name?” Quinn smiled slightly and relaxed a bit. “Then just mark her and move on. I told you you had another mate out there.”

“What if…” Blaise began and he clenched his jaw tight then looked up at his friend. “What if Madik sent her? What if this is all a ruse?” Quinn furrowed his brow.

“You really think he would go this far?” Blaise gave him a look and Quinn shook his head. “Right, it’s Madik.”

“It’s just too coincidental. I mean all of it.”

“So what are you going to do?”

“Take it slow. She’s still hiding something. If she’s doing his bidding, I’ll find out.” They heard the soft rustling of sheets in the other room and stopped. The bedroom door slowly pushed open and Celia stepped into view. Her long hair spilled over her shoulders, covering her breasts and touching the top of her thighs just above where the short nightgown ended. Blaise took in a ragged breath. She had more color in her face than yesterday and he yearned to see her skin heated in a blush. She was breathtaking. Quinn stepped forward and grabbed her attention.

“Celia. You look so much better than yesterday. And I must say the attire is much better as well.” Quinn insinuated as he goaded his friend, who growled lowly behind him. Celia lifted the corner of her lips and nodded slightly.

“Quinn. So gentlemen, when do I get to leave?” She said as her face fell in all seriousness.

“And with that I will take my leave. I will meet you in your office.” Quinn said and gave them both a short nod. As he opened the door, Carter was bringing in a tray of fruits, pastries and juice. Blaise and Celia stared at each other across the room in silence until the man left and the door closed behind him. Blaise gestured to the table, but she made no movements as he sat down.

“You will eat. Even if I have to hold you down and force you.” Blaise spoke sternly and he enjoyed the slight shudder and scent of fear that came from her. Celia sat down in the chair across from him and picked at a couple pieces of melon and strawberries.

“Why are you keeping me here?” She asked after a while. Blaise took a long sip of orange juice and sat back. Giving a glance to the medallion around her neck, he met her eyes.

“The only way that Madik would be able to do what he did in your dreams is if you were blood bound to him. Only the oldest family has that ability and there’s only a few of us left that even know how to do it.” Blaise spoke, carefully gauging her reaction. Celia looked up at him with slow realization.

“Us?” She spoke, fear lacing the word. Blaise could hear her heart begin to race and he smiled wickedly.

“That’s right, love. Madik’s family.” Blaise’s words had her jumping from her seat and knocking the table slightly as she backed away, her face pale.

“You-you said he has no allies here?” She tripped out as she struggled to breathe. Blaise stood and slowly approached her. Each step he took, Celia took a step back until she hit the wall and gasped, making Blaise smile again.

“My brother has never had any here.” Celia’s eyes widened and she shot out before he could reach her and ran to the bedroom, closing the door. Blaise chuckled lowly as he heard the lock. “A locked door won’t stop me, love.” Blaise twisted the knob with a crunch and pushed open the door. He saw her try to lunge for the bathroom, but he grabbed her around the waist and tossed her on the bed. “I’m just curious as to how you would be able to get away from him in the first place. Or did he just let you out?” Blaise accused and she shot him a look of disgust.

“f**k you, you f*****g bastard.” She bolted for the front door and Blaise grabbed her hair and pulled her back against his chest.

“What have I told you about that mouth of yours? Hmm?” His hand slowly slid up her thigh, grazing her naked center and she struggled against him.

“I should have guessed you were his brother. Sick fuck.” She spat out as she tried to get him to release her. Blaise could feel his eyes darken. He hated his brother and now he was being compared to him. Blaise pushed her down into the mattress and lifted her gown to reveal her naked ass. He gave her a couple swats on each cheek and she cried out lightly as she struggled against his hold on her hair. Blaise nudged his knee between her legs to widen her stance and smacked her cheeks until they were a deep red and her cries had turned to soft whimpers.

“I’m going to teach you manners, yet.” Blaise whispered in her ear as the scent of her arousal filled his nose. He let out a throaty groan as his hand rubbed at the welted flesh and made its way to her core. “So wet.” He breathed out into her skin. Blaise circled her c**t as he kissed her bare shoulder until her body relaxed underneath him. Celia fisted the sheets with a low hum and her eyes dropped closed. “No. We can’t have that. I want to see you.” Blaise teased as he flipped her over onto her back and adjusted her legs further open.

Celia’s eyes were glazed with lust and Blaise pulled the thin straps of the gown off her shoulders to expose her breasts. He looked them over for a moment, then attacked them with his mouth. He heard Celia gasp as she arched her back into him and Blaise bit and suckled harder. He curled one leg over hers and pulled it wider as his hand pushed her thigh on the other, making her tighten her fists around his shirt. Blaise released her n****e from his teeth and trailed his tongue up over her neck and looked at her drooping eyes.

“Look at me.” He commanded in a haze and she opened her grey eyes to him. He hovered over her mouth wanting to kiss her, then thrust his middle finger deep between her folds. She opened her mouth with a gasp and he covered it with his; dominating her with his tongue as his finger moved in and out of her with a hard, slow pace. Celia began lifting her hips into his hand and whined when he let go of her mouth to watch her. He felt her begin to clench around his finger and he dropped his head to her n****e again. Blaise knew she was close and he wanted her right at the edge. He brought his face back to hers as she panted with soft mewls. “You want me to let you c*m, don’t you love?” He whispered against her lips as his eyes refused to leave hers.

“Yes.” She breathed out, silently pleading with him to increase the pace. Blaise pulled his finger out completely and she whimpered.

“We need to come to an understanding first.” He said as he traced her lips with his wet finger. He plunged his finger in her mouth, letting her taste herself on him, and began the same pace of in and out that he had used a moment ago. She hummed against his finger as her tongue circled it. “You’re mine now until I tell you otherwise. And I will do with you as I please. Am I understood?” Blaise asked and she hummed again. He released his finger and brought his hand behind her neck as he lifted her slightly. “Answer.” He said more forcefully.

“Yes.” She panted out.

“Yes, what?” Blaise asked more firmly and he felt her body stiffen.

“I am not your slave.” She bit out and he smiled wickedly.

“You’ll be whatever I want you to be. Now answer correctly.” Her eyes turned from lust to anger and shame as she began to close her legs. Blaise put his hand on her inner thigh and opened them again. “Yes, what?” She turned her head away from him and he smacked her p***y a couple times, making her gasp with pleasure/pain. He pushed open her closing legs again. “Don’t turn away from me.” He commanded, then hit her again before rubbing her swollen c**t. “I can do this all day, love.” Blaise breathed out, a moan escaping her. Celia arched her back and Blaise hit her inner thigh. “Answer me.”

“Yes, sir.” She said finally. He could hear the acid in her words, but it wasn’t enough and he gave a low roll of a laugh.

“Not quite love.” He said and he leveled his gaze on her. “You know what I want to hear.” Blaise rubbed at her thigh getting close to her core without getting there and she looked at him with unshed tears.

“Yes, master.” She whispered out, the ache of indignity dripping from her words.

“Much better.” Blaise said hovering her lips. “In a while Lauren will be here with clothes. You will wear what she gives you and come to my office. Two doors down on the right. Understand?”

“Yes master.” She whispered again. Blaise squeezed her thigh tightly, making her hiss.

“I wont have you touching yourself unless I give you permission and I’m not giving it. Understand?”

“Yes master.” She whispered robotically.

“Until then you are to remain here and eat. You’ll need your strength for later.” Blaise devoured her mouth one last time and watched her slowly reopen her eyes to look at him. “Understand?”

“Yes master.”

“Good girl.” Blaise slipped off the bed and left the suite. Stopping only after the door was closed. He breathed out and shook off the guilt. He reminded himself of Madik. He pushed the thought down and made his way down the hall.