The Unexpected Pair

Mate

Lydia

Holy s**t! He was my mate? Vampires don’t have mates! I had just spilled my darkest secret to wolf man. And he thought he was my mate?! And his reaction was that I needed him to protect me? My train of thought was interrupted as he came strolling back into the barn. My backseat blanket wrapped around his waist covering his large member but still providing its obvious presence.

“Why would you think I need your protection? I am the one saving your ass here!” I said. Still feeling angry that he though of me as weak. I was strong for my size and Warren was not just some human boy. He was the vampire kings son. That was part of the reason I had never shared this secret. Who would believe me over him? He was bigger and stronger than me. But I let him put me in that position because I trusted him… and I had been wrong.

“I just hate seeing you hurt.” His voice was deep and had a gravel to it. “You are my mate.” He added hesitantly.

“How about we start with your name?” I asked. For the first time I looked at him, taking in all the details. His hair was dark and alittle long with just a bit of curl. His face was caring and kind with a dark complexion. He appeared almost Italian. He stood over 6 feet. He had tattoos covering his shoulders and chest. He was muscular and had blood all down one side.

Wait! Blood? I rushed to his side, “I didn’t know you were hurt!” As I got near and started inspecting for a wound. I realized that he smelled amazing, not like a wolf… like coffee and cinnamon.

“I’m not hurt anymore. I healed.” He said plainly. “I think we need to talk. You are my mate… and a vampire. Do you feel a mate bond?” he asked with hope filling his eyes. “It’s just that werewolves only get one mate… and you are mine.”

I hadn’t realized I was standing so close when he stepped forward and held me to his chest.

With our skin touching, I could feel his hope, his desire, his fear. I looked up at him and gave him the only response that I knew, I pulled his face down to mine and gently kissed his lips. They were warm and soft and gentle. But as I opened my mouth to let his tongue explore, I felt his desire grow, and we both began to kiss with more passion and need. I pulled him with me to the couch and slipped off my jeans. I straddled him wanting more of that kiss.

Ares

She is beautiful! And all mine. She kissed me and before I knew it we were on the couch. She slid her jeans down her legs. And then those legs were on either side of me and her kisses were demanding, needy. I wanted to give her everything. I wanted to take the time to make her feel every second of ecstasy that she wanted. Seeing her big breasts in that tight little black shirt made my c**k throb with the need to be inside her.

“We have to stop.” I said pulling away from her kiss. She looked hurt and confused. “We need to talk about some things first. I don’t know how this will work… I was always told a mating mark from a werewolf would kill a vampire. And there are some things that you need to know about me… I am Ares…” I hesitated. Do I tell her everything?

“Ares…” she said, “Do you want to be my mate?” In that moment, with the vulnerability in her voice, she seemed so small. “I mean I have never felt this way, and vampires don’t have mates, and I am not even sure how we can be together since it is forbidden…” worry clouded her face. Her long brown hair hung from a tight ponytail and shifted as her face turned with each thought. “I might know someone who can help find the answers…” she seemed so unsure.

“I want to be your mate. You are amazing. I have two questions… the first is what is your name? and the second is when can we get the answers we need to be mated?”

My heart jumped when she looked at me and smiled, “I’m Lydia”.