His Chosen Mate (Complete- Standalone)

My sleep was restless again and I was a little nervous about committing myself to a date or whatever this was with Kingtson. After a night to think about it. I was able to shake my insatiable thoughts and was focusing more and more on what a bad idea this was. Kingston: I am out front whenever you’re ready. He was 15 minutes early. I was ready but my nerves were all over the place. I looked out the window. He was leaning against his car. Looking at his phone, he had black athletic shorts on and a neon green nike shirt on, his shoes had the same green accent. I felt overdressed. I had a long maxi dress on, my hair was half up. I had bangles and earrings on. He looked like he was going to the gym. I had time to change, I thought. But it was then he looked up and smiled at me. Walking towards the door. “Good morning beautiful.” He said as I opened the door. “I feel overdressed, I am gonna change real quick.” My hands running down the front of my dress, flattening the flowy fabric. “No time, you look perfect.” He grabbed my hand, leading me to his car. He opened the door, a small box sitting on the seat. “For you,” He nodded at it with his head, “And I got you a coffee, cream and sugar.” He smiled at me, waiting for me to get in the car, as I kind of stared at him, at a total loss of words. I didn’t know much about cars, but I knew this one was nice, expensive. The kind of car that a youtuber goes up to the driver and asks what they do for a living. The box on the seat had black and gold packaging. Which is notorious for the Gavaldi jewelers. They make really, really expensive, beautiful jewelry. I got in the car and put the box on the console. He shut the door behind me. I don't know that any man I have ever dated has done that. Low bar. "So, where are we going this early?” I asked as he got into the car. “You’ll see,” he smiled and I bit my lip in response. I couldn’t help it. He was effortlessly sexy and so hot. The car was full of his scent and that alone was driving me wild. “How long have you been in Cali?” he asked. “Well I was born in southern cali, raised in Santa Monica, but I moved out to Indiana when I was 16. I just came back to Norcal about 3 months ago.” "Southern Cali is so different from Northern.” He offereed. “How about you, you said you were from New Aldridge?” “I was born up in Portland, and moved to New Aldridge when I was still a young pup. Been in this area ever since.” “Most wolves don’t move unless they get mated.” I said. “Yeah, so why did you move?” he asked. “I asked you first.” I was curious, wolves are pack animals. Born into a pack and don't leave unless they are female and get married off to another pack. There were always rogues, wolves kicked out of packs for whatever reason. But Kingston with his alpha energy didn't seem like a “Nah technically, I asked you first.” He smiled as we pulled onto the highway. “My dad died when I was young, my mom was human. She stayed with the pack till she couldn’t take it anymore. They were nasty to her and to me.” “I’m sorry to hear that,” he put his hand on my thigh and gently squeezed it. “Don’t be. Wolf packs are all the same. Bunch of drama, toxic masculinity, someone is always fighting for power or love, unnecessary death and violence.” “That’s why you hate wolves then?” He asked. ‘Why did you move?” I changed the topic. Still very aware of his hand on my thigh. “Everything you just described. My parents died, my aunt took me in and brought me down here with her chosen mate. Full Howl, is a bit different than other packs. They try to go against the grain.” “Oh, edgy werewolves. I see. That explains the tats.” I ran my hand against his arm, outlining the giant kraken looking thing running down it. He laughed, “Yeah maybe. They are peaceful and have been for a long time. No rivalries, no rival packs nearby. So, they don’t do all that hierarchy sh*t, they also don’t believe in fated bonding. Only chosen mates. They spend their time challenging themselves, going against the norm and being productive members of the human world. While still being a pack. If that makes sense.” “I guess.” “Do you work then?” I asked. “I do, I developed security software that a lot of medical networks use. Kaiser, Medwest, Noma. I'm also a part-time trainer at the gym. I’m also an apprentice at a tattoo shop. Did this one myself,” he flashed the underside of his left arm to a small tattoo on the inside of his wrist, it was a wolf howling in front of the moon. It clearly wasn’t as impressive as his other ink and almost looked like a child drew it. “That’s, um, very realistic.” I kept a straight face. “Thank you,” he replied, chuckling at me. “ It's a copy of a sketch I made when I was young. I like it. Plus its funny when I show it to people.” “What do you do for work?” He asked. “I work in retail fashion, doing visual stuff.” “That explains why you always look stunning.” I rolled my eyes at that comment. “You know you're the first person I’ve ever told that both my parents died. That didn’t immediately make it awkward.” “Way to ruin it,” I teased him. He smiled. “I guess since I also have a dead parent… I tend not to make a big deal out of it? If that makes sense,” I offered. “Totally.” We talked for the next hour about music, school, fashion, food, books, tv, and I was surprised by how much we had in common. We were getting close to the ocean. I could smell it. “I love the beach,” “If you didn’t, this would be a really awful date.” He smiled. We pulled up to this stunning beach house. It was grey with white shutters and massive windows and a porch wrapped all the way around it, it was perched on top of a cliff. From this point of view, it was dangerously close to falling off. “I kind of wish I would have known, I would have brought a swimsuit.” I said, looking at the ocean as we got out of the car. “Who needs swimsuits?” Kingston smiled wickedly. It was nearing 11 but the sun was hot. I kicked off my sandals and ignored Kingston, who was walking up to the house, leading me. Instead, I headed down a path to the water. I dropped my purse and sandals on the beach. As I got close, I ran for the water. I hadn’t been to the ocean since I was little and the nostalgia of the cool pacific came rushing back. I couldn’t help but kick and splash as the waves lapped up the shore. I held my dress up and spun around as the cold water licked all the way up to my knees. I looked around and Kingston wasn’t anywhere to be seen. F*ck it, I thought, as I ran back onto the shore and threw my dress with my stuff, unclipped my hair and pulled off my earrings. I had stripped down to just my undies and ran for the water. It was freezing as it hit my private parts. I for a second debated going further but couldn't resist the call to the water. At about waist deep, I dove into an upcoming wave. The cool ocean water made my skin come alive. I swam past the waves breaking, emerging from the water, looking up at the warm sun. No matter what happened, today was a good day. I turned around to look at the shore and saw Kingston, carrying a few things. He was setting them next to my belongings as he himself stripped off his shirt, then his shorts. He stood in his boxer briefs, they were highlighting every bulge. I was starring. Holy sh*t he is gorgeous. I watched his exquisite body as he walked into the water, then dove where the water broke. He was at my side in a moment. “Do you know how embarrassed I was giving you a house tour and you weren’t even near me?” He asked. “I mean, is your sense of self so inflated you don’t notice when you are alone in a room?” I teased. He growled at me and started to come towards me, “No No No” I put my arms up, playfully putting distance between us. “It’s okay, I got to enjoy the view from a distance.” We were both treading water but he put his hands on my side, lifting me up a little. His touch caused a pleasurable sensation through my body, my c**t throbbed and I could feel the heat building between my thighs. He looked at me like he wanted to kiss me and I probably would have let him but he let go of my waist and dropped below the water's surface. Bubbles were trailing behind him. I swam back to the shore. Kingston had brought towels, a beach blanket, and a picnic basket. Who would have taken this guy for a picnic basket type of dude? I went ahead and set up the blanket, shook out my clothes and used my shoes to weigh down one corner. It was very unlike me to be so uninhibited in my own skin, I was in my wet underwear, bending, moving and didn’t even think twice. Maybe my confidence was in the fact that I had resigned this to a hook up, a one time thing. I'd never see Kingston again. I looked back out into the water and Kingston was watching me, only his head above water. “Hey creep!” I called, smiling. “Do you have any suntain lotion?” He swam towards the shore, his breast stroke was beautiful, I stood there looking at the span of his arms and how broad he was, his skin shimmering in the sunlight. He felt unreal to me. “In the side pocket, I think. If not, I have some in the house.” I sat on the blanket as he found the suntan lotion and handed it to me. I did my whole body, well, everything I could reach. “Turn over, I’ll get your back.” He said, a mischievous smile creeping across his lips. I hesitated a minute, judging his intention, but I decided to trust this was an honest, helpful act and if it wasn't. This is what I wanted. Get thoughts of Kingston out of my head. He started on my shoulders, rubbing it in, massaging it thoroughly, he worked his way down my back, his grip strong, his fingers circling deep into my muscles, when he got to my waist there was no denying how turned on I was. He did the back of my thighs, and ran his hand up towards my butt, cupping the base of it. I moaned, then he grabbed and spread my ass cheeks apart. Another moan escaped my lips before I hit him, shooing him off of me. He fell back esaperaited and I could see how swollen his c*ck had become. It was thick and his wet briefs were leaving very little to the imagination. “The water must have been really cold,” I teased, purposely fixing my gaze on his c**k. “f**k, you drive me wild. Every since I saw you on Thursday night, I can’t get your body and face out of my mind. You have no idea the things I would do to you.” He was lying there flat on his back, looking sexy as f**k, complimenting me and I went and ruined the mood. “So, does this work for every girl? Every against the norm challenge you take on. Wine and dine them, take them to the beach, use that line on them?” “Are you rogue?” He asked seemingly out of nowhere, completely off topic. Ignoring my question. “Yeah.” I responded cautiously. “Are you sure, did your pack ever kick you out? Did the Alpha sever the connection?” “We just left, we were never really part of the pack to begin with.” I said, my tone was growing a bit agitated. “But was your dad part of the pack?” Kingston's playful tone was gone. Suddenly he seemed concerned. “Yeah, why are you asking?” I sat up and grabbed a towel, feeling exposed. “Pack bonds don’t break unless you are exiled, rejected, kicked out. That sort of thing.” “So if you were born in Cali, what pack do you belong to?” He asked. “None. I don’t know if you missed the part where I don’t affiliate with packs or wolves.” I was really annoyed now. “Just because you say none, doesn’t mean some pack out their wouldn’t stake claim to you. You are the right age for breeding.” “I’m a half-breed. No one is interested in breeding with me, I promise. My pack was s**t to me.” My voice broke a bit at the end and Kingston became suddenly aware that he had pushed the conversation too far. I am not sure why he was so pressed about my pack and status with them but talking about it made me upset. Atleast he recognized it enough to stop pushing. “You hungry? I have lots of things to feed you.” He pulled out a whole spread, everything in containers, it looked home made. Greek salad, gyros, some soup, a bottle of wine, some cake. “Are more people coming or is this just for the two of us?” I asked. Trying to regain myself from the way his questioning pushed all my buttons the wrong way. “Try this,” He cut into the small orange cake, bringing the spoon to my mouth. He fed me. It was amazing and that's all it took for me to forget the previous conversation, his eyes focused on my lips, looking at me hungrily, I licked my lips. “Orange semolina cake. I made everything here for you.” He smiled, proud of himself, adjusting himself. “That's amazing,” I said, as he gathered some salad onto a fork. “Now this,” he said. Again, bringing the food to my mouth. I was met with another delicious flavor and audibly moaned about the tastiness of it. “I know soup is sort of a weird thing to pack in the middle of summer but I wanted to make all my favorites for you.” He spooned what looked to be bean soup, offering it to me. “I don’t love beans,” I looked at it questioningly. “Just one bite?” I leaned towards him and opened my mouth, he brought the spoon up to his lips, blowing on it, then carefully bringing it to my mouth. “Thats pretty good,” I was being honest, it wasn't a flavor I was expecting and I liked the intense flavor that didn't usually go with beans. “Oh, I saved the best for last, my meat.” He smiled very aware of his innuendo, as he opened the final container. “You’re gonna put your meat in mouth?” I laughed, then bit my lip again. He suddenly climbed across the blanket, grabbing my face with his hand and pulling me into his lips. Electricity shot through my body. I was instantly aroused, his lips causing my heart to beat faster. I couldn’t consume enough of him, the warmth and softeness of each others lips drowning out the world around us. It was only our breaths and soft moans that kept me tethered to the material world. He pushed against me, straightening out his body, I laid back welcoming him on top of me, he climbed over the blanket, responding to my invitation. His lips never leaving mine. He moved his body between the heat of my thighs. Our passionate kisses led to my hands on his back, my legs wrapped around him. Our groins rubbing against each other. I arched my back into him and rolled my head back. He took advantage of my exposed neck, biting down and sucking on it. “f**k,” I moaned. I was so wet for him, wanting more of every part of him. I pushed my lips onto to his, his tongue twisting around my own. I hummed moans of desire into his mouth. This is what we need. I wrapped my arms around him and held him tight, then rolled him onto his back. He was surprised. I sat straddling him, my hands on his chest. Keeping space between us. I smiled down at him. I could feel his hard c**k throbbing against my entrance. He put his hands on my side and ran them up to my breasts. I reached around, unclasping my bra, I let it fall off down my arms. My breasts fully exposed to him, he sat up, scooping my butt, positioning me on him so he could take my n****e into his mouth. My hips rocking in tight circles, my c**t swollen using the friction to chase after my own desire. "Is this okay?" He asked, his mouth on the flesh of my breast. I grabbed his c**k and leaned down to claim his mouth. "If you don't f*ck me, it will be very not okay." I said in between out kisses. He lifted both of us up just a little bit off the ground, enough that he could remove his briefs. I could feel his hand between us, pushing my panties to the side, as I lifted myself up and he lined himself against my entrance. I pushed him back down against his back as I lowered myself onto him. His girth filled me completely. I held my breath, at the feel of him, stretching me. God he feels amazing. After a moment to adjust, I started slowly bouncing and swirling my hips on top of him, his hands on my thighs, holding me, as he watched me ride his c**k. I was completely oblivious to the circumstance, the daylight, out in public. I couldn't think about anything but the pleasure, so I chased after my own lust, using him to please myself, loving every second of it, moaning, screaming. He pulled me against him so he could kiss me, he grabbed me, consuming me in his arms, he pushed himself up deep inside, then rolled me onto my back. He was growling as he plunged deeper inside of me. I could feel him in my belly. My walls stretched as far as they could. I looked down between my breasts, to watch his enormous girth glide in and out of me as he aggressively thrust into me. I was getting closer to my release and could barely take it, my body clenching around him, he pushed through pounding fast and hard against me as I exploded onto him, screaming his name as he released himself deep inside me, collapsing on top of me, kissing my shoulder between his breaths. His chest rose and fell against me. “You are amazing,“ He whispered into my ear. “Thanks, I know.” I whispered back. For a few moments, we lay together catching our breath. That was totally unexpected and sudden. I could tell by both our eagerness and how we ravaged each other, it was driven by an uncontrolled lust. But I had no regrets, I wanted that. I needed to get him out of my system, out of my head. The rest of the afternoon was amazing. We ate and swam in the ocean, playfully stealing kisses and embraces as often as we could. It felt really good and incredibly pure and sweet. I loved this feeling of infatuation, the buzz of it. Together we packed up the picnic, shaking out all the sand from the towels and blankets. The sun was low in the sky. “I never asked what time I needed to have you home?”He asked as we walked up to the house, holding hands. “Whenever is fine. I didn’t have anything going on today. Besides chores.” “Want to stay the night?” He seemed surprised by his own eagerness, “I haven’t given you a tour of the house or opened the wine and its almost dark outside, it's about a two-hour drive back.” He tried making excuses to himself. “I’d like to see the house for sure. Whose is it?” I asked. “Mine.” He boasted, clearly proud of himself and of the opportunity to announce it. “Do you have an outside shower,” I asked, apologetically acknowledging how much sand I had in my hair and tucked in crevices on my body. “I don’t want to track sand through your house.” “The master is downstairs, you can use that bathroom.” He led me along the back porch. I could smell and hear a hot tub and through the glass doors see into a beautiful home. He had left his phone inside, I noticed. That was a rarity. To spend an afternoon away from your phone. I insisted the house tour wait till after I was rinsed off. He stepped into the shower, “It’s kind of complicated.” Explaining the knobs and settings. The shower was the length of the entire bathroom, it had three waterfall wall-mounted features, a big rain-like shower over head and two detachable shower heads on either side of the wall, with two built in benches. “All this fancy stuff, any shampoo, soap?” I asked. He moved around me, grabbed some things out of the drawer. I noticed a scrunchie in the drawer he opened and I immediately felt a little sick to my stomach. You aren’t the first girl he ever had s*x with Ashleigh, you aren’t the first girl he has ever taken here, I reminded myself. He set a few things on the bench closest to the door. “Let me get you fresh towels.” He opened a door to a closet in the hall. I noticed more women's possessions. A curling iron, a box of tampons. I couldn’t help but feel heartbroken. I don’t know what I expected, but I couldn’t be this naive. “I’ll give you some privacy,” He kissed my cheek and left the room. I took a quick shower. But my mood was spoiled. I too wasn’t a virgin, but I didn’t have male mementos and products around my apartment until I started to date someone. This bathroom didn’t look lived in but the toiletries definitely confirmed that a girl frequented it. I wondered if he had a girlfriend or wife, it wouldn't be the first time a guy lied to me about their personal affairs.