My New Mate (Complete)

Chapter 8: Submissive Mate

Kyle

I groan pushing his arms away. I'm trying to sleep and he wants to bother me right now. He's annoying in the worst possible way. "Wake up now" he demands.

My eyes flutter open to see Derrick hovering over me. He has on a grey perfect fitting suit and a blue tie. Damn, he actually looks even better clean cut. It shows off his very defined muscles and brings out his hazel-green eyes. Goddess help me, I'm horny now.

"I don't have time" he says dryly.

"Why are you waking me then?" I ask.

"I'm leaving and your crew is here."

"Fine."

I toss the covers off my body and he follows me into the bathroom. I glance at him in the mirror as I brush my teeth. Didn't he say he was leaving? Why is he still here staring at me as I brush my damn teeth? I rinse my mouth and suddenly lips are on mine. I groan kissing him back. He deepens it pulling me closer to his hard body. Sweet heavens. He pulls away smirking like the arrogant asshole he is.

"Bye" he says.

He walks out the bathroom leaving me alone to my horniness. Damn arrogant son of a b***h. I make quick work of taking care of my bathroom business before changing into navy joggers and a black tee. I meet my crew out in the back yard. I look over the blueprints before changing some things and nodding to my contractor. They start working on the plans just as the ache of missing my mate sets in. This is going to be a long day. The sad thing is I wish I could've went with him. It's only been a couple of weeks and I hate being away from him. I can't imagine how it'll be when we fully mate. If the bastard ever lets us fully mate. I don't know how long I can hold out. I just hope he doesn't forget he has a mate while he's in New York. Women throwing themselves at him any chance they get. It's no denying how hot he actually is to both sexes.

Jack is back begging to see you. Might want to get down here soon. Justin says through the mind link.

I let my contractor know I'll be back before shifting and running to my pack house. You let a guy blow you and all of a sudden he's in love with you. I knew Derrick would have a problem with Jack since we did s**t so I kicked him out my pack. He didn't take it well or should I say he isn't taking it well. Soon as I reach the house I see my enforcers blocking entrance to the house. Justin comes out handing me clothes. I quickly shift putting them on.

"What's going on?" I ask.

"I want back in" Jack demands.

I sigh in annoyance. "I keep telling you no. You're not welcomed on my land or in my pack."

"I love you!" he shouts.

He's beginning to annoy the hell out of me, more than the usual. "No you don't, what you feel is lust."

"It's love and you know you feel it too."

"Not with you now get off my land and never come back. If you show up again then they won't hesitate to kill you."

He growls before shifting and running through the woods. He's a f*****g nuisance. I know next time not to deal with an eighteen year old. They're needy and clingy. I inform my enforcers to be rough if he shows up again but don't kill him. I don't feel the need to kill an eighteen year old because he believes he's in love with me. It's just cruel. I get in my car and drive back to Derrick's pack house. I wonder if he's going to invite me to his family brunch. I remember him telling Jessica to set it up for him. Knowing the asshole, he'll just leave me alone in his room not bothering to tell me he's leaving. Hell I may just not be here when he returns from New York. Let him miss me just a little. After his Luna ordeal I shouldn't have stayed last night, how could he promise her what's mine anyway? Sure she has a banging body, hell I could see that. The small petite woman has flawless mocha skin, hazel eyes, an amazing ass, and huge t**s. The way she moved and spoke commanded respect. He still shouldn't have given her the title. It bothers me that he had no problem f*****g everybody but when we get heated he automatically stops before we can go too far. I'm his f*****g mate for crying out loud. If I'm not here when he returns he wouldn't even care. He'll find some way to punish me though for not being the submissive mate waiting around for him. He'll understand who really misses who.

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I'm waken from my sleep when I hear my door open. I smell him before I see him and I look at the clock to see it's going on three in the morning. I watch as he strips out of his suit before climbing into bed with me. He moves close placing his arms around my waist and his head in the crook of my neck.

"What are you doing here?" I ask sleepily.

"Could ask you the same thing, sleep" he groans out.

It's not long before I hear his light snores. I can't contain my shock that he came to my place. I had figured he'd still sleep at his place even though I wasn't there. The fact that he came here just admits that he missed me. Though I know he wouldn't dare say it out loud. I can feel it though and it means a lot to me.

"Go the f**k to sleep" he growls. I get comfortable again ignoring his growls from me moving. Slowly I drift back to sleep.

"Stop," I groan out feeling a hand on my thigh hitting me then rubbing the injured spot.

"Wake up" he demands.

I groan rolling over to get away from the crazy person trying to wake me up. He forces me back to my original spot and his hand travels up my boxers close to my shaft. "Stop" I demand again knowing the bastard would get me going then stop.

"Wake up."

I slowly open my eyes blinking against the harsh sunlight coming in behind the blinds. I rub my eyes before looking over at him. "What do you want? It wasn't enough to come here at the crack of dawn you have to wake me up again?"

"Yes."

"Why did you come here anyway?"

"Why did you?"

I shrug, "wanted to be in my own bed."

"Hm."

"Why did you wake me?" I ask knowing I'm not getting any real answers about him coming in here last night.

"We're going to brunch" he states dryly before getting out my bed.

"You're inviting me?"

"Yeah, my mother would kill me if she sees a mark and not a mate."

He walks into my bathroom and I get out the bed following him in. Even though he said it was for his mother I know he wants me there too. Though I haven't known him long I can just tell. I won't force him to really tell me, he knows the truth and he knows I know the truth too. There's no need for it to go beyond that. We get out the shower and walk into my room. Just as he's about to pull me into his chest the door busts open.

"Ky" we hear. I look over to see my older sister in the doorway. Her wavy mid-back length hair tossed up into a high bun on the top of her head.

I growl, "Rach, how many times do I have to tell you to knock first!"

She finally looks up and eyes Derrick smiling widely looking over his body. I automatically stand in front of him glaring at the pain in my ass. Sister or not, his body is only visible for me. I think there's been enough females looking over his sexy body then someone else being added on.

"Sorry bambino" she says before walking out my room.

He's f*****g hot she says through the link.

I don't think your mate would like that you said that.

Shut up.

"Who was that?" he asks turning me to face him.

"My older sister Rachel."

He pulls me closer to him by my towel and kisses me deeply. I groan kissing him back letting him roam my mouth. My hands roam his torso as he deepens the kiss. His hand grips my hair tightly making me release another groan. He pulls away from the kiss going down to his mark sucking on it lightly. I feel my d**k slowly rise from the action and he grips it. He slowly strokes me while sucking on his mark. I know I need to stop before he gets my hopes up again but it feels too damn good to stop. I hear him chuckle and I know he plans to leave me hanging as always. Fine, two can play at this game. I make quick work of removing his towel and grab his c**k. I stroke him fast and hard. He groans leaning on my shoulder. I go straight to my mark sucking on it and biting down roughly. I rub my thumb over his leaking tip keeping my pace. I'm not going to lie stroking him turns me on more, if that's even possible. There's something about having him moan and groan under from the pleasure that I'm providing that does something to me. I go faster continuing to nibble on my mark.

"f**k" he growls.

I can tell he's close to releasing so I step away from him completely. "We don't want to be late to brunch."

I walk into my closet leaving him hard, frustrated, and shocked in the bedroom. I quickly get dressed in maroon slacks with a while button down. He thought he was going to have the upper hand again, well he thought wrong. It's only so many times a man can be teased and played with without getting sweet revenge. This time I let him know how it feels to be teased. I won't be sexed into submission. I walk back into my bedroom to see him dressed in a navy suit on his phone. It's annoying how he looks good wearing anything and doing anything. I don't think he'd look bad with a trash bag on. Maybe that's my biased mate opinion though.

"You will be punished for the tease," he states before getting up and walking out the room. I can't help but to hope my punishment is something s*x related as I follow him out my room.