His Chosen Mate (Complete- Standalone)

Chapter 8

After landing back in Cali, I was surprised to feel relieved to be back in my condo. I still referred to my mom's as" home". But my personal space, my happy place, my home was here. I loved that I had bought a home, found independence, built a career all by myself. I spent the whole of Saturday inside my home, recharging.

By the next morning I had built back up the walls of my confidence. I had spent a few hours getting caught up on work email and calls.

“Hyatt check in is at 4, I will meet you there. Tomorrow we really need to get the correct measurements for marketing for the windows and, unfortunately, we have to take atleast one trip from the warehouse to the location. But we can do that on Tuesday,” Nick and I were discussing details for our upcoming new store opening in LA.

“When does product arrive? I have a team scheduled at 6am on Tuesday, it’s gonna have to wait till after their time is up.” I told Nick.

“Everything is getting there tomorrow, Maggie will be there to receive it.” He answered.

“Alright, perfect. I will see you tomorrow!” I hung up the phone. Swiping over to my texts.

Kingston: Been missing you so much.

Kingston: I hope you had a great trip. When can I see you?

Kingston: When does your flight get in today?

Kingston: I would like to take you out tonight.

Kingston: Ashleigh, please let me know you got home safe.

Between my own insecurities, my own experiences with wolves, all the red flags with Kingston. I didn’t know how to break this off. I figured after a week of no texting, not seeing him. His interest would wane. I thought about him more than I wanted to admit on my vacation and now that I was back in town, he started texting me again. I couldn't ignore him and hope he'd go away. I knew he wouldn't. I needed to deal with him. I needed to shut this down.

Ashleigh: Hey! Made it home alive. I have another flight tomorrow. Down in LA a few days for work. How was your holiday?

Kingston: It was great. Really nice time catching up with family and friends. Missed you like crazy though, wanted to text you every hour.

Ashleigh: But instead you didn’t text me at all?

Kingston: Well, I was trying to respect your time with family.

Ashleigh: No worries. I have some downtime next Sunday but I promised Emily we'd go for Sushi, so maybe after?

Kingston: Wait, what?! Next Sunday?

Ashleigh: Yeah, maybe. I have another work trip. I'll be home, for good on the 19th. I'll see you then!

I dismissed him. I blamed in on work. Which is the truth. I mean I do have work, I happen to be traveling for the holidy and have the new store opening immediately after. But if I wanted I could have made time for him. But I didn't. I don't want to be used by another man. Not ever again.

Kingston: You know what, I am heading over. See you in 5.

Panic set in, I was being distant and aloof, but maybe it was too obvious that I was trying to push him away. Why was he coming over uninvited? Five minutes later, a knock at my door. I had been in the bedroom. Shifting clothes in and out of my suitcase. I answered the door annoyed. I motioned for him to follow me. I planned on continuing to pack, letting my annoyance seep through.

He stood in the doorway of my bedroom, “I don’t know what we are doing. You seem to be ignoring me and I’m trying to give you space and not smother you with intensity."

"I think you are overreacting. I wasn't ignoring you. I was with family and I have a work trip that I leave for tomorrow." I made a point to hold up the jeans as I stuffed them into a bag.

"I know you got home yesterday. Don't tell me you aren't ignoring me."

My cheeks flushed, I wasn't normally a liar but I was trying my best to put distance between us and now I felt terrible.

"I don't want to come off as some possessive psycho Alpha stalker or something. I'm not. I’m relying on my cousin's advice and it feels so hard to go against what I feel is natural. I like you, like really like you. I want to spend time with you and I would like to see where this goes. Just tell me what to do?” There was some emotional rawness in his voice, some pain. I continued to pack and move things around while he talked, trying to avoid eye contact. But when he said that, I looked at him, “What do you mean?”

“I want to spend every waking moment with you. I know you like me. I can smell your scent change when I come around. You are single, I am single. Why does it have to be hard for us to date?” He leaned closer to me, putting his head on my shoulder and nuzzling his face against my neck. I stepped back fully aware of my body's reaction.

“See! You want me but you act like you don’t. I confessed my past to you because I thought it was the right thing. My cousin said that it was too much, too fast and to give you space. Ease into it. So that is what I've been doing. I know you have some issues with shifters so I am trying not to be some atypical alpha. Trying and failing I don’t know how to get you to give me a chance and it's killing me. You recoil from my touch, ignore me. If you don’t want me, tell me that. But if you do, tell me what I need to do to earn your trust.”

“Kingston, I’m sorry for this. I do like you, obviously. You are right, my body clearly responds to you. I have my own insecurities and a deep distrust of shifters. I told you that.”

“You can trust me or let me earn that trust."

“Really?! I am obviously not some perfect i********: model. Its absurd first that you are interested in me. Second, I see the amount of beautiful women you surround yourself with. Even the most confident of women would struggle to feel secure when hot blonde barbies throw themselves at you all day.”

“I’m not interested in anyone but you.”

“Now maybe, but you have women who fawn all over you every day. Plus, I have been called your before and after project. I’ve seen the girls' toiletries in your bathroom, I’ve seen the hundreds of i********: comments from girls lusting over you.”

“And I am telling you, you are the only one for me. I think about you non stop.”

“I received glares from like a dozen women at the gym then I overheard two of them, in your pack, calling me disgusting. I don’t need that in my life. I also don’t need to subject myself to their scrutiny. I already have enough insecurities in myself that I am trying to overcome.” I took a breath to even my emotions, “ I am not sure why you would chose me. But I don’t need to stress every time you leave the house, that some girl isn’t gonna throw herself at you or be nasty to me because you want to date me. Who would do that to themselves?” My voice was giving way to the emotion behind my words. The last thing I wanted to do was cry in front of Kingston but I was having a hard time holding back the tears. “And if you had a fated mate once, who is to say you don’t have a second chance mate. I just don’t want to open myself to be hurt.”

Kingston closed the space between us, he wrapped his arms around me, he was shushing me as he held me tight, kissing my forehead. “Whatever I can do to show you how loyal I am to you, I will do it. Any extra assurance, big or small. I will do without question.”

“Thats the problem. You shouldn’t need to do that.”

“I do though and I want to do it for you. There is a reason you don’t trust me and I am telling you I want to earn your trust.”

“It’s not your responsibility to help me through years of trauma and betrayal caused by other men. I didn’t realize till now how much of that I am still holding onto. Not trusting shifters stems from childhood trauma and men are just assholes.”

“It may not be my responsibility, but it is my desire. Please let me, just communicate with me. If you have an expectation of me or doubt or anything, in that moment don’t let it build doubt in your head. Talk to me.”

“Why is your beachhouse full of female toiletries?” I asked, my cheek still pressed against his chest.

“My cousin Mae and her finance, Khloe have been staying there on and off for the past month. They go there almost every weekend to prep for their wedding. It’s gonna be in September on the beach.”

“Have you ever dated someone plus size before, or dated someone you trained?”

“Sort of, I trained a girl who lost 100lbs.We didnt date but we did hook up, it was after she had lost the weight and after I stopped being her trainer.”

“Just once?”

“It was just one time.”

“Anyone plus size?”

“No.”

“Who is April to you?”

“April and Mae are my Aunts' kids, my cousins. I grew up with them, they are like sisters to me.”

“You really didn’t follow me to Fridays?”

“No, but I am glad I ordered from there.” He pulled me away from his chest to look at me.

“Why didn’t you text me this week?” I asked, staring into his deep blue eyes.

“You felt like you were avoiding me when I asked April about it. She said to give you some space. Why did you lie to me about what day you came back?”

“Because I was avoiding you.” I answered honestly, feeling incredibly embarrassed.

“Let’s not do that to each other.” He said as I nodded, leaning towards his lips. His passion and desire drew me in.

“I am sorry,” I whispered, my lips hovering on his.

We kissed each other softly, our lips gently hanging on to each other after each kiss.

The fire and lust was building in my stomach, sensations vibrating throughout my body. I felt so vulnerable and raw but my desire was overriding it. My hands went underneath his shirt, eager to feel his skin. He moved his lips to my neck, kissing and sucking, till his hot breath was hovering in my ear, “Is this okay?” he asked. As his hands reached for underneath my own shirt.”Mmmhmmm” I moaned. He pulled my shirt over my head exposing my breasts to him.

“God you are so beautiful,” he said between planting kisses all along my shoulders, chest, down to my breasts. Taking my hard n*****s into his mouth, he flicked them causing my back to arch into him. My hands had moved down below his waistband, his c**k was radiating heat, I had felt his hardness since he had held me close against him, I wanted him. Pushing off his shorts and boxers, I asked “Is this okay?” as I dropped to my knees. I looked up at him as my tongue licked the pearl of hot c*m from his pulsing head. My one hand was on his thigh as my mouth watered, looking at length of his throbbing c**k. The other hand grabbed his erection at the base as I licked the underside of his c**k up to the head. Sucking and swirling around it before taking his whole length into my mouth and throat. I used my hands and mouth to milk his throbbing c**k. Sucking and bobbing, my hand and mouth meeting as we worked to draw out his moans of pleasure. His hand in my hair, knotting it at the base of my head. His breath was quickening and he was swearing and groaning my name. I tightened my grip and increased my pace, as his hand added force each time I fully took him into my mouth, his head hitting the back of my throat. I was moaning, so incredibly turned on as he unloaded his seed in the back of my throat.

I sucked him, milking him dry as his legs shook a bit. I looked up at him pleased with myself, his eyes were fixed on me, hungry, enamored.

I bit my lip, “You taste amazing.”

“My turn,” He picked me up and threw me on the bed. He was ravenous, his hands and lips eagerly on my skin. I lifted my butt as he removed my pants. He growled as he spread my legs open to gaze on the wetness of my pink folds. He lapped up my juices and moaned as he went from my entrance to my c**t, licking and sucking over and over. Before moving exclusively to my throbbing c**t. He started with slow swirls and then would suck on it, flicking it a bit more aggressively. My body reacted to him, he took notice as he stuck two fingers inside me, his tongue working my c**t and his fingers matched his pace. He had me squirming against him, he held down my thighs as he didnt relent, f*****g me with his fingers, sending the most intense pleasure through my body. His pace was perfect and my climax was near. My body convulsed as he continued to work my orgasm from me. I screamed his name, my body shook. I tried to squirm further back as my orgasm shook through me but he dragged me back towards him, both of his arms dragging me down the bed, so my thighs were hoisted on his shoulders. Licking my sensitive folds clean, moaning in satisfaction. He stood up looking over me, his d**k was hard and even though I had just came, I wanted more of him.

“I need you inside me,” I whimpered. He came back on top of me, my legs opening for him. He wasted no time, lining his massive c**k up against my entrance, his lips met mine. My taste still on his lips. I turned my head exposing my neck to his mouth and brought my lips to his ear and whispered, “f**k me and fill me with your cum.”

He immediately plunged his d**k inside me. We both gasped. He kissed me like he f****d me, like he had been starving and I was his first meal in weeks. Like he couldn’t control himself, like he was driven by animal instinct, his thrusts pushing me further back on the bed. I wrapped my legs and arms around him as our flesh slapped into each other. Every time he drew his c**k out of me and pounded it back in, waves of pleasure pulsed through my spine. I was nearing my edge of desire and I could tell he was too, “Come in me,” I screamed as my body clenched around his girth, my orgasm reeling throughout me, my walls pulsing on his c**k as he released himself deep inside me.