His Chosen Mate (Complete- Standalone)

Chapter 14

My Uncle had instructed Troy to meet us in our old packlands. He arranged a meeting in one of the cabins that we used for guests when they came to visit. I was very explicit in my instructions. Just him and I. When he pulled up in a black Range Rover I was suprised that he was alone. I didn’t smell other wolves, I didn’t hear any other cars in the distance.

“Miss me,” I played coy.

“Not particularly.” He responded dryly.

“Well, you sure were quick to comply and come out to see me.”

He walked around me, circling me. “Because you belong to me, I don’t like it when my property is stolen.”

“No one stole me from you. I asked for a ride. I was feeling a bit suffocated under the watch of 6 prison guards.” I held my ground, trying not to be intimidated as he stalked around me.

“I thought I told you, your freedom depended on how well-behaved you were.” Troy was scolding me. He stopped right in front of me, his Alpha energy dominating the space.

“And I’m not going to have my mate treat me like a prisoner or some second-rate breeder.” I snapped back, matching his tone.

“Looking like that, you think you can make demands?” Troy eyed me up, making his disgust visible.

“Like what?” I closed the distance between us. Our bodies only inches apart.

“You’re fat.” His words were intended to cut me down and I refused to let him use my body as ammunition against me.

“And yet I still get your d**k hard, don’t I?” I pushed my thigh into his groin and rubbed up against him.

He bit his lip and looked down at my cleavage hungrily. “I asked my Uncle for help because I wanted to know what kind of Alpha I had been mated to and if anyone's been misbehaving, it's you.” My tone was sharp and my words direct.

He scoffed at me. I couldn’t tell if he was intrigued by my confidence or about to shut it down. He backed away from me. Turning his back towards me, looking up to the sky as if he was contemplating his next move or his next insult. But I could sense something else fill the air - curiosity and contemplation about how best to navigate this conversation. My body was pulsing, the adrenaline from the days events as well as my bodies natural reaction to my mate. I had decided that whatever his next move may be, I would take control of our interactions so that no harm came my way, I would be his mate, my self-preservation was in overdrive thinking about how I could give this Alpha what he wanted while I planned my escape.

“I saw you yesterday, huffing and puffing on that treadmill. You need someone who is gonna whip you into shape. You need a Luna who is gonna give you heirs and make you stronger. I want that. My body craves that.” I came up behind him, leaned into his ear and whispered. “My body craves for your seed inside me. I want to have your pups. But I have conditions.” I knew my arousal was thick in the air as he inhaled my scent.

“What are your conditions?” he asked, turning his face towards mine, his lips almost meeting mine.

“First, don’t insult me. My body is perfect as it is, it's built for you to take over and over and over again. It's built for our pups that I will carry into this world. So, worship it.” He nodded, staring at my lips.

“Second, I am not your prisoner. I am your partner. Do you understand that?” He nodded again.

“You’ll keep the peace treaty with Ventura, but you also need to make amends within your own pack. I don’t want to be the Luna to an Alpha known for his tyranny and destruction. You can be strong without being ruthless and violent.”

He spun around, so we were face to face again, “A lot of demands for an outcast.” He snarled. His breath was hot against my face. My mind hated this man, feared him, wanted to reject him, but my body was begging for him to take me, to mark me, to claim me.

“You think I was an outcast?" I chuckled. "I left. But if you think treating me and your pack decent is a demand-” Now I turned away from him, shaking my head about to scoff at the idea of being a decent man was farfetched for him but he grabbed my wrist and yanked me back towards him.

“You are gonna do as I say, not the other way around, you got that?” The words spat from his mouth.

“How’s that been working out for you?” My response was vile in tone matching his and I hoped he understood I was serious. “Like I said, I’m not gonna let you treat me like sh*t. So, maybe watch your tone with me.” I yanked my hands free and took off to go inside the cabin.

I could hear him follow me as the screen door opened just as it finished closing behind me.

I turned to block him in the entryway. I was angry and my blood boiled again, “You just want another dead body at your feet, is that it? Cause if that’s the case, do it now!” I exposed my neck to him. Baring one of the most sacred and vulnerable spots for a wolf. “F*cking kill me now then!” I screamed at him.

I braced myself as Troy quickly lunged towards me, but instead of fear I felt an unexpected rush of pleasure when he sunk his canines into my neck. His bite sent a shockwave through my body, eliciting an intense wave of bliss that replaced the momentary terror. As soon as he released his hold on me and licked away the mark he left behind, I found myself overwhelmed with emotion - releasing a deep moan before uttering one word to him: "Troy".

My body was burning with a hot white desire, all my thoughts and reservations about him were gone. Our mate bond had my skin sizzling with a fiery passion, my own free will was being overridden by a primal urge to mate, mark, bite, claim this wolf. I was delirious with lust as my hands were ripping his clothes off, clawing to get to his c**k. I had kicked off my own pants as our lips crashed into each other over and over, each kiss passionate and raw. I pushed him towards the staircase and as soon as he landed on the stairs, I climbed in his lap, straddling him, my wet folds against his hard c**k as his hands explored my body, everything was so primal and urgent.

Our desire for each other was palpable in the air, and with a feverish passion our lips locked over and over. I lifted myself up to guide his c**k into me, as I sank myself down on him, his girth burning as he filled me so fully. He took over, grabbing my waist and lifting me up, slamming me back down on his c**k. His pace was brutal and intense. I used the staircase railing to brace myself, while my other wrapped around his shoulders, holding on. His face buried in between my breasts as he unrelentingly thrusted himself in and out of me, using his hands on my waist to pick me up and slam me down, working with the thrust of his hips pounding up into me.

His hot breath and insatiable appetite for me left my skin tender with need. His hunger consumed us both, awakening a pleasure so intense I was lost in the depths of it - shuddering his name over and over and over as my body sang to its own rhythm begging him not to stop. The fresh imprint he made on me hummed an arousal like no other, stirring within me an urge that wanted this ecstasy never-ending. We bit and sucked on each others flesh, leaving a trail of bites along our flesh. Seeing my marks on him did something to me, a sense of ownership, an intense possession swept through me.

That’s when I unexpectedly grabbed his head by his hair, exposing his neck and sunk my canines into him. As I held his flesh in my mouth and could taste his blood, my orgasm came crashing into me. His hot c*m spewing inside me as he held me tight agaisnt him, his c**k buried deep, both our bodies pulsating, humming. Ribbon after ribbon of hot white c*m released inside me, as I rocked against his body letting my body crash down after such an intense orgasm.

I licked the mark I had just given him and purred in his ear. “You think you could f**k me again like that, bent over on that couch over there?”

I leaned back biting my lip, squeezing my boobs together, I felt his c**k twitch and start to grow hard again inside me.

“MMMmmm please Daddy.” I moaned as he picked me up and carried me over to the couch. His d**k was completely hard now and still inside me. He was ready to go, he set me on my feet. I spun myself around, lifting my ass in the air, exposing myself fully to him, beckoning him to f**k me. My thighs glistening from our first orgasms.

I had zero control over what I was doing at that moment. Right now, my mate bond ruled my body. With our fresh markings. My brain had zero say in my actions. There was a part of me that felt guilty. Just an hour ago, I had been crying and being embraced by Kingston and now I was letting Troy, not letting… I was engaging, I was initiating, I had mated Troy.

As he was railing me from behind, his body draped over me, his fingers on my c**t, making me come over and over again. I was screaming his name, begging for his seed. My body dripping in pleasure from the waves of sensation he was giving me.

There was so much happening within our bond that was outside of my control. Logic wasn't in this equation, I wanted him, needed him. My connection with him was an unstoppable force, so primal it felt like I branded his very essence onto my soul and that made my head spin. I thought about Kingston. This was a complete mess. But my wolf pushed those thoughts from my brain, she was focused and wouldn't allow any male in our thoughts, there was no one but our mate.

I naively yearned for the upper hand- hoping to emerge a powerful alpha female when this whole thing started. But in reality, I couldn't resist the mate pull. We were both lost to our mate bond, as he had me pinned to the ground, f*****g me, with my arms pinned above my head, my legs spread open for him. I was utterly helpless as he ravaged me. His seed flooded into me as I came fast and hard on him again and again and again. No matter how hard I fought for control over the situation it seemed hopelessly out of reach.