Their Forbidden Mate

4

Bexley

I looked into his eyes as he said the words I hoped not to hear ...."Mate"

My heart pounded in my chest as I watched him get closer. I could see his eyes traveling down my body analyzing my reaction that I knew I was clearly showing.

A reaction I wasn't at all familiar with.

I could feel my palms sweating and the only thing I could think of was gripping onto my skirt as if that would stop all the rush of the emotions I was feeling right at this moment.

'Annie is this true? Is he our mate?' I asked my wolf, in disbelief, because this felt like a sick joke.

I could feel her thinking and she was just as flustered as I was, because how the hell was this possible? This whole situation was literally my worst nightmare.

This is why I didn't want to find my mate.

'I don't know.....I can't tell yet.' she finally let out.

Its a joke right? Just say it's a joke. He's just trying to get at me, because of my pack.

Moon Goddess, please let that be it. I breathed out only to realize Anderson was now right in front of me.

He slowly bent down to be at eye level with me, and a smirk spread on his lips.

"How old are you?" he said, making the air between us disappear.

Well at least it felt that way, because I didn't realize it until I tried to speak that I was holding onto my breath.

"16" I breathed out, feeling my lungs fill with air again.

As if feeling proud of his reaction over me, he took a step back to get a better look. However, I used this as an opportunity for myself to get a better look at the god of man everyone can't seem to stop talking about.

His hair is a mix of blonde and brown tones, trimmed shorter on the sides, with longer wavy pieces on top, giving it a natural, slightly tousled look. It's the kind of hair you can imagine slipping your fingers through, especially when your gripping for a deeper kiss. With a rich green color so vibrant and striking, his emerald green eyes are beyond mesmerizing to drown in. Giving him the rugged charm with a touch of mystery type of look, he proudly owns. His chiseled jawline and straight nose give him a sculpted and distinguished look that commands attention. No wonder all the girls throw themselves at him.

He's dressed in black jeans that hug his thighs, a white T-shirt that shows off his broad shoulders and muscular arms that are covered in tattoos, with a simple black chain itching me to pull him closer to me.

Just the thought, made me blush and I clinched onto my skirt tighter.

His eyes go to my hands on my skirt and they darken.

"Let go." He commands and just like that my body listens and they go limp at my sides.

He loved the reaction he had on me as a big smirk appeared on his face.

He bit his bottom lip and started towards me again.

My body tensed and my heart hammered in my chest with every step he took.

He stopped right in front of me and I looked up. I wasn't short, but he was taller. Probably over 6ft considering that how tall Jason is and he was clearly taller than him.

Without hesitation, he wraps his hands around me and grips onto my waist. Releasing a moan out of me, I had no idea I was holding. He bends down, and my head goes up exposing my neck to him, which he takes gladly. I feel his chiseled jaw rub against my neck making goosebumps run over my body.

"Mmm you smell so good." He says, resting his face in between my neck.

I gulp, as his fingers rest on my chin and pull my face down to look at him again.

"I'M FINE NOW." Maeve said, suddenly bumping into me, making me push up my breasts against his chest, making me blush harder than I could control.

I had absolutely forgotten the main reason I was out in the woods and away from the party. To morally support her while she threw up.

"Ooooo, I knew it! Treat her right you here!" She mumbles before she stumbled back to the partygoers, leaving us alone captured in each others embrace.

I try to pull back and clear the misunderstanding, because this was not real? We weren't mates.

He however, held onto my tighter refusing to add distance between us.

"Your friend's funny." He said, brushing a piece of my hair back.

Pulling all the ounce of courage I had, I completely ignored him. I'm sure he pulled stuff like this with all his other conquestors and since I was something new and shiny for him, he was just trying to seduce me to get back at my pack.

"Mate, you say?" I finally said, letting him know I wasn't playing into his game.

His eyebrow went up and he knew I wasn't under his control.

That only made him prove what control he had over me, because he gripped my waist closer and leaned in like if he was about to kiss me and here I was parting my lips for him. While my n*****s hardened at the friction between our clothes.

Great. I'm a w***e. Is this what his groupies feel too?

His hands roamed my body and I suddenly had the same urge to do the same.

"Something like that." He stopped at my neck, inhaling my scent, only to stop and kiss me on my mark spot.

That made a shutter run through my body and woke up something I wasn't completely comfortable with just yet. I had to pull away, this was getting too much so I shoved on his chest.

"Mine." He said, gripping me tighter.

Making me melt in his arms, but I fought every ounce of emotion in my body.

"I don't feel it?" I said, tilting my head to him, refusing him full control of my body.

"Oh you feel it." He smirked as one of his hands reached underneath my skirt and run over my sensitive part of my body.

"Your underwear is stained with it." He chuckled as he kissed my mark spot again and disappeared just as he had arrived.

Leaving me shaking from our encounter.

He was right though, I wanted him and bad.

I stood there, stunned, confused, and completely vulnerable.

This guy was going to be the death of me.

After a couple of minutes and much needed recollection of myself, I walked back to the party.

Brady, Maeve, Liza, and her new boyy were dancing by the fire. In Maeve's case, swaying drunkly.

Liza caught me first and pulled me in front of her, "Are you okay?" She said, trying to hide a smile.

Maeve, must have said something, but seeing what condition she's in, she probably didn't make any sense.

"Yeah, why wouldn't I be." I lied, smiling through my teeth.

She gave me a questionable look, but shook her head and continued dancing.

I promised myself I would tell her later. I always did and she knew that.

Maeve swayed towards us only to hang her arms over our shoulders, pulling Liza completely away from her mans.

"That slut, took our man."She cried, pointing to Jason.

Jason was uncomfortably down a girl's throat swaying to the beat of the music.

"No she didn't." I tried to console her knowing he was probably going to go home with her tonight.

"Yesss huh..and that slut took your man." She slurred, pointing to Anderson and Steph doing the same exact thing on the dance floor basically giving everyone a free show.

As if he knew we were looking he looked up and locked my eyes, forcing me to watch how he claimed another women when not even 5 minutes ago he was telling me I was his mate.

I could feel my bloody boiling and my palms tingled, itching to walk over there and slap him and take that bimbo off his face.

"I can take her." Maeve slurred, bribing me out of my thoughts.

"Don't waste your time. Let's go have some fun." I smiled, trying to act unfazed.

I wasn't going to partake in his little game or whatever this was.

I walked up to Brady. He was chugging a beer down and I took his cup and brought it to my lips.

"Thank you." I winked at him as I finished it for him.

"Anything for you buttercup." He winked back, snaking his hands around my waist as we danced to No Limit by G-Eazy.

Maeve walked by us and Brady stole the drink she had in hand and we both chugged it down.

"Hey." She pouted as Liza pulled her to dance in front of her, and they were now swaying their hips together.

I turned my back to Brady and did the same. He gripped me tighter and leaned in to whisper in my ear, "Chicken?"

"Wings." I whispered back, as that was our cue word for hooking up with each other, which consisted of some making out here and there. Jason didn't like it, but he got used to it. He would rather I do it with him than any other stranger.

The song got slower and All The Time, by Jeremih, started playing, forcing a slower grind on Brady.

I wanted to get rid of Anderson's scent if any that was left on my body.

He didn't know it yet, but I was not like those other girls that would allow him to do as he pleased.

I'm loyal to Ember Ridge and he's forbidden territory.

I closed my eyes as I leaned on Brady and let his hands clamped to my bare stomach.

"Keep it up." Brady whispered in my ear.

I chuckled as his friend in his pants was already up.

From across the room I could feel the heat of his gaze and, as if on cue, the part of the song that says "I could f**k you all the time" came on, and I opened my eyes to a very pissed off Anderson staring daggers at Brady.

I set my hand on Brady's face and leaned him towards my neck, nestled at the spot where Anderson kissed me earlier.

Suddenly, people's fists and bodies were being thrown all over the place.

Brady pulled me back and Dexton mind linked all of us to go home.

I couldn't help, but think Anderson had something to do with it.

But, I didn't over think it.

He was an Oakhaven.