My mate and my gift

Chapter fifteen: Mira

Although I didn’t mind the fact that I had spent the night with Matthew - or what had happened before we fell asleep - I wasn’t sure I was quite ready to commit to our bond just yet. And if I had to be honest, I kinda liked the idea of keeping him on his toes, at least for now.

I put my shopping bags on the floor, looking over all the new stuff I had bought. There was a lot, even though Roxy had assured me that these were only the essentials. I was missing a bag and thought I might have left it in the car. I went to the door, but as soon as I opened it, something - or someone - crashed into me and I was knocked to the floor.

Matthew was lying on top of me, out of breath and clearly confused.

He quickly sat up and pulled me into a tight embrace. I almost couldn’t breathe.

“Could you let go of me?” I asked

“No!” He answered immediately, his grip on me tightening.

I heard someone clear their throat and I looked up to see who it was.

Sascha was standing right outside my door, holding out a bag from Victoria’s Secret. Matthew must have noticed too, because his grip loosened and I jumped up, snatching the bag from her.

“Also, dinner is ready, whenever the two of you are done” she said raising her eyebrows, trying not to laugh. I stuck my tongue out at her and closed to door in her face. I could hear her laughing as she walked away.

I turned around to see Matthew getting to his feet, slowly walking towards me.

“Did you hear that? Dinner is ready and I am starving” I said, trying to get his attention away from the bag in my hand. It didn’t work. He smiled as he got closer and I was starting to panic a bit.

I threw the bag across the room, in the direction of the others, and fumbled for the doorknob behind me.

I managed to get the door open and run out just before Matthew could grab me.

I took the stairs two steps at a time and caught up to Sascha.

She looked surprised to see me. “What?” I asked innocently. Matthew also caught up and Sascha eyed him. “That was fast” she said and laughed. Matthew growled which just made her laugh more.

When we sat down for dinner, Sascha was still chuckling. A guy from our old pack who sat across from us, looked at her and asked, “What’s so funny?”

“Oh, I just handed Mira a bag from Victoria’s Secret that she forgot in the car” Sascha answered.

The guy - Vic he was called – looked at me and smiled. I felt heat in my cheeks and looked down at the table. Matthew growled at Vic, who didn’t even spare Matthew a look. Vic tilted his chin in my direction. “I would love to see what you bought sometime” he said, now eyeing Matthew. Matthew just growled louder. I rolled my eyes.

“Yeah, you’re welcome anytime” I said with a smile. I shot Matthew a deadly glare and Matthew went dead quiet, but I could tell he wasn’t happy.

He brought this on himself. I was perfectly able to take care of myself. I didn’t need him growling at every guy who came within 3 feet of me.

After we finished eating Sascha and I stayed behind talking to Vic about how he was settling in with the new pack and how different everything was here. I made a point of giving Vic my full attention.

Matthew had no interest in talking to Vic, and even though he had tried to get me to leave with him, I wanted him to reflect on his actions a little longer. Maybe even learn a little.

Vic’s room was on the third floor, in the same part of the mansion as Sascha’s. The way the two of them were looking at each other, I began to feel like a third wheel and finally excused myself when I saw the chance.

Back in my room, I had just started unpacking the first bag when I heard a soft knock on the door. I had my back to the door, taking a pair of shorts out of the bag and placed them on the bed. “It’s open”, I called, expecting it was Roxy who wanted to help me unpack my new clothes, and probably also talk since we hadn’t been sitting together at dinner.

A pair of hands grabbed my hips, turned me around and pushed me down on the bed. Matthew looked furious. His hands were all over my body, tracing my chest, waist, hips, legs. Everywhere he touched my body tingled and heat was spreading through me. In a matter of seconds, he had stripped me of my shirt and my pants, and to my surprise I had done nothing much to resist.

He let a hand slide down the inside of my thigh, and I grabbed his arm with my hands.

My heart was beginning to race, and I was starting to panic. I could tell how much Matthew wanted me, but I didn’t want to let him do whatever he wanted to me again, especially not when he was this angry.

His body collapsed onto mine and I could feel him shaking. His face was buried in the crook of my neck, and he was whispering “I’m sorry” over and over again.

I lay there, dumbfounded by this sudden change in him. What was going on? What had just happened?

“Matthew?” I said quietly.

His body was shaking lightly, and he was taking long, deep breaths. I was starting to worry and tried to push him off, so I could see his face. He didn’t budge but just wrapped his arms around me and held me close.

We stayed like that for a long time. He kept whispering he was sorry.

“Matthew?” I said again, this time louder “You are starting to scare me babe, what is going on?”

His head jerked up and he finally looked at me. His eyes were red, and I could feel my skin was wet where his face had been resting on my shoulder. He dropped his head again, this time hiding it in the soft skin of my stomach. He mumbled something I couldn’t hear. “What?” I asked.

“Don’t hate me!” he pleaded, “Please, don’t hate me. I didn’t mean to take advantage of you last night! I’m sorry! I’m so sorry”

I suddenly felt guilty. I bit my lip and looked up at the ceiling. I took a deep breath and whispered the words I had initially promised myself I wouldn’t say.

“You didn’t”

Again, his head jerked up. “What?” his voice was barely a whisper, his eyebrows furrowed in confusion.

My heart broke as I looked at him, not realizing what I had been doing to him.

Another deep breath to gather my courage, “You didn’t take advantage of me last night. The booze was out of my system by the time we pulled up in front of the mansion. I intentionally didn’t reject you last night”

I bit down harder on my lip and closed my eyes. There was no way he wasn’t going to be mad at me for this. I braced myself for his reaction, expecting him to yell or leave the room in a frenzy or something like that. But nothing happened.

I opened one eye, only to see him leaning over me once again. I opened both eyes and looked into his. They were sparkling in the moonlight and I reached a hand up to touch his face. He closed his eyes, letting out a breath he had been holding in.

He opened his eyes again, and if I weren’t already lying down, my legs would have given way under me. There was so much hope and love in his eyes that I once again felt myself drowning in them, but this time I wasn’t scared at all.

He was holding very still, but I could feel his muscles quiver beneath the skin of his arms. I realized he was waiting for my permission, not doing anything without my approval.

I smiled at him, the most warm and loving smile I had in me, and I reached both hands up, wrapped them around his neck and pulled him gently down towards me. His lips met mine, and just like that time in the forest, he gave me the gentlest of kisses.

The kisses quickly turned hot and hungry. I bit down playfully on his lower lip and he returned the gesture by softly biting my neck. I gasped at the feel of his canines on my skin.

“You even taste like strawberries” he said with a raspy voice.

He wasted no time getting me out of the rest of my clothes, tasting every inch of my body. He settled his head between my legs and started teasing me by breathing hot air on my skin, letting his fingers playfully touch everywhere that wasn’t wet, which only made me more wet.

“Keep doing this” I said breathlessly, “and I will learn a few tricks myself”

He snarled and pushed a finger inside me and I let out a moan. He inserted a second finger and I felt my body moving with his fingers.

He kissed his way up my body until he found my breasts, gently sucking on one, his free hand massaging the other. The moans got louder.

I wanted more of him. All of him! My body trembled and I cried out his name. I was about to c*m, and he was only using his fingers! He let his tongue play with my n****e before he gave it a small bite, which sent the final sparks down my body, and the spasms began. My hands grabbed his shoulders and I dug my nails into his skin.

He kissed me on the mouth and stood up, taking his shirt off. While he was still pulling his shirt over his head, I sat up on the bed and undid his jeans. I pulled both them and his boxers down in one motion and kissed his abs. Even though he had lost some weight, they were still hard as rock. As was something else that grabbed my attention. I kissed my way south of his stomach and I could hear his breathing speed up. I took him in my hands and licked the tip of him. He let out a gasp. I smiled and continued this for a bit, until I couldn’t wait any longer. I wanted to know what he tasted like. I fitted him in my mouth the best I could, and he grabbed the back of my head, pushing into my mouth. I kept moving my tongue around to massage him, and he let out a groan of pleasure. I could feel my body responding to his reactions, feeling the sheets beneath me get wet.

“How do you know…” he began but his words turned to moans and he kept saying my name. His hands and body started to quiver and shake, and then I felt something warm and soft being shot into my mouth. The taste was unlike anything I’d ever tasted before, but I somehow liked it. It was sweet and salty at the same time.

He fell down on the bed, landing on his back. I curled up next to him, kissing his neck. He pulled me towards him, and I rested my head on his shoulder. He turned his head and kissed my hair.

“Sooo…” he said. I looked up at him and he bit his lip. I arched an eyebrow. “How did you learn this… trick?” he asked, clearly not entirely comfortable with where this conversation was headed.

For a long time I was just silently looking into his eyes, until he started to get restless and got a worried look on his face. He opened his mouth to say something, but I placed a finger over his lips.

“The internet is a wonderous place where people share all sorts of things - personal things even” I said with a sly smile.

He glared at me with no traces of actual anger. He rolled over until he was on top of me, kissing me, long and adoring kisses that took my breath away. He rubbed his body against mine and I could feel him getting hard again. I was still wet from before and soon he was thrusting into me. “Harder!” I heard myself beg, and Matthew growled with desire. He pushed harder and harder against me and I cried out in pleasure. I knew the room was soundproof, but I was still sure we could be heard all the way down the hall. Matthew was biting my ear playfully and I licked his neck once before I sank my canines into his skin. He moaned.

It didn’t take long before both of us reached climax again and I could feel him filling me up inside.

Not long after, he fitted his body against mine under the covers, kissed me and whispered goodnight. Sleep came easy, and I couldn’t remember when the last time I had ever felt this safe was.