Mate, You Are My Enemy

Chapter 21: Mate bond

Ezra’s pov

For the past few years, I thought sleeping without knowing where Diana was would be the most torturous thing I had ever had to go through.

I would spend hours and hours trying to think of places she could have gone to hide.

And all that time, I thought it was hard.

But now, now that she is here sleeping on top of me, I realize how wrong I was.

Trying to sleep with a hard-on is probably the hardest thing ever.

I am in pain and deliciously so.

She is pressed against me, snoring lightly to show that she has drifted off to sleep.

How can she sleep in such a situation?

Gosh, I want to f**k her.

I want to kiss every inch of her body.

I want to see that look of lust and desire turn into satisfaction and pleasure.

I want to hear her moan for real, like the small one that accidentally escaped her.

But this time I want her moans to be loud and unrestrained.

Not the fake moan she was doing while eating, gosh, it made the food taste so much better.

Food is usually just for nutrition, to keep the body alive and healthy.

It’s not meant to be appetizing or to taste good.

Even though I am in hell, it feels like I am in heaven.

Because she is sleeping in my arms, she saw that I was battling for control.

She saw how much I wanted her with every fibre of my soul.

And she still felt safe enough around me to fall asleep.

She trusts me enough to know that I wouldn’t do anything like that to her.

She trusts me enough to know that she is safe around me.

I might seduce her, touch her, but I would never violate her, and she knows it.

She moved in her sleep, trying to find a come comfortable position.

Which turned out to be the one position that tortured me to death.

Her night gown wasn’t exactly her size.

So as she was moving, one of her breasts came out of the night gown and touched my exposed chest.

Then I realized something, she isn’t faking it at all.

I can tell that she is sleeping by her breathing, but her movements are too precise.

She knows what she is doing and how to get it.

Her night gown had suddenly risen up, and she was positioned against me.

The only thing between us was the fabric; I could feel her delicious heat.

“Wolf, I want you to stop what you are doing. Do not use her like that, because if you do, then you will have me to fight with.”

The moving and fidgeting stopped, but she had already settled into this position.

Her wolf was taking advantage of her sleeping state and moving her body.

But I warned her so she won’t try to do anything like that again.

‘Oh come on, liven up. We have Lilith on our side. Use this chance.”

Torin is like the fucken devil on my shoulder.

When it comes to Diana, if I ever listened to him, then I don’t want to know the things I would do.

He wanted to follow my father’s plan of bringing her here and marrying her.

That night, he wanted to drag her with us back here.

I already have a hard time making good decisions when it comes to her.

But with Torin by my side, whispering like the devil, it makes it harder.

But I refuse, Diana belonged to me before she belonged to us.

I met her before I even knew that Torin existed.

Only I have the right over her.

And no matter what, even if it kills me, I will exercise restraint when it comes to her body.

I didn’t lie, I want to completely own her.

I want to ruin her as she has ruined me, but I will only do so if she lets me.

The one thing I refuse to do is let her go.

Even if it means that I would only have to admire her from a distance.

Even if she forbids me from touching her for the rest of our lives, I am okay with that.

And yet I tell myself that I am obsessed with her and possessive over her.

But I know it, what I feel isn’t just that.

There is more to it, more than what I am willing to admit, because it scares me.

She has so much control and power over me already.

If I admit it, if I faced it, then I would only be giving her even more power.

And I also don’t want to give her that burden.

I felt myself slowly drift to sleep, which took hours.

Then I saw her on my bed, in a room full of roses and candles.

She was sitting there with a gentle smile and had nothing on.

Completely naked, looking as perfect as I know her to be.

“I was waiting for her.”

Her tone was seductive, filled with lust as she walked towards me.

She pressed her entire body against me, and I became even more alive.

I crashed my lips to hers and picked her.

Then I felt it, a touch that felt real and that ignited even more fire.

I slowly opened my eyes, and it hit me that I was dreaming.

But that wasn’t what woke me up.

Diana’s hands were roaming all over my body, and she was grinding against me, moaning.

She is having a s*x dream about me, too.

The mate bond, we have known that we were mates for years, and we still haven’t mated.

So the mate bond is trying to speed up the process.

Making us have s*x dreams, I don’t like being controlled.

On the other hand, it was also working well because Diana was grinding against me hard.

After that dream, I want to f**k her so bad, but I can’t take advantage of this situation.

She isn’t herself right now.

I placed my hands on her hips and stopped them from moving.

“Diana, wake up.” I didn’t want to startle her, so I made sure my tone was gentle.

She slowly sat up and opened her eyes.

They landed on me, and I let her process what was happening.

She put her hands on mine.

I expected her to throw my hands.

I thought she was just taking them off her hips because she didn’t want me touching her.

But no, I watched as she looked at me to tell me that she is fully awake.

She placed my hands on her breasts, which were now fully out.

Her night gown was gone; I have no idea when she took it off.

Even in the darkness, I could see her clear as day, and gosh, she is perfect.

I squeezed them, and they fit perfectly in my hands.

She moaned at this and started moving her hips against me once again.

The friction was so delicious, she made sure to maintain eye contact.

I followed her every move; her hands were wrapped around mine holding on.

She picked up her momentum, not holding in her moans as she moved faster and faster.

My mind felt like it was in a daze, like I was still stuck in that dream.

Gosh, if this really was a dream, then I never want to wake up.

I looked at her, my beautiful and perfect mate.

I know people say that perfection doesn’t exist, but the woman grinding against me is more perfect than perfect.

Her movements became rapid.

Gosh, I want more and more.

I could feel myself too, reaching the peak at the same time as her.

But I want her to c*m first, I moved my hips up to match her momentum, and her moans got louder.

Her hips moved violently as she reached her peak, and I followed.

She lay on my chest, both of us breathless and satisfied.

Well, for now, this is what I want from her.

To take whatever she wants from me.

I claim that I want to own her when the truth is that she is the one who owns me.

She moved and leaned into my ear.

“I realized something last night. I want you, Ezra, maybe just as much as you want me. But it doesn’t mean I will make it easy for you to have me. You will still be the first one to beg,” she whispered.

Hearing her admit it, I found myself smiling and even chuckled.

“Challenge accepted,” I whispered back.

She doesn’t know that she has already won.

I would beg, I want to beg right now, but I can’t do that.

After everything that happened, I am sure she feels powerless.

If working hard to make me get on my knees will help her feel like she is in control, then I will hold out for some time.

When will she realize it?

That she has power over me that no one can ever hope to have.

How powerful does that make her?

To have such power over the Alpha King of all werewolves.