The untamed Alpha and his human mate

Chapter 31: Bound and mated

Clayton

I was enraged. Hecate could be such a sly, spiteful b.itch, she was too afraid to fight me physically or piss me off to the point of no return, they all were, so they resorted to f*****g petty s**t and were now forcing me to mate myself to a woman I couldn’t stand. I hated Amaya, every fibre of my being wanted to tear her to f*****g shreds, skin her alive, eat her alive, anything that would cause her the most maximum amount of pain, but she had my damn baby growing inside of her, so I couldn’t f.ucking touch her, not yet anyway.

This was all her fault. I was being punished for killing a load of supernaturals, fine, but on top of that I was being punished for getting Amaya pregnant when I hadn’t, it was f.ucking unfair.

The only reason I had calmed down was because I told myself all I had to do was mate myself to her and marry her, they never said anything about not killing her after the baby was born. Mate or not, it wouldn’t stop me from ending her life.

I cleaned her up, gave her a couple of stitches in the cut above her eye while she ogled me like some lovestruck teenager. If she thought this would end in some fairy tale love story, she was sorely misled.

When I was done fixing her up, I moved back and looked up at her. “I hope you’re not shy, Amaya.”

She frowned and asked, “what do you mean?”

Giving her a slight knowing smile, I stood up and said, “you’ll see. Get some rest.” I walked out and left her there.

A few days went by. I hunted a few of the red-eyed sect. Esther kept Odette busy and entertained, which I was grateful for, and then Ares called me, telling me arrangements had been made and the date was set for the mating and marriage ritual. Oh yeah, gods didn’t waste time when it came to things like this.

I kept Bliss around, I don’t know why. I was p.issed she had almost hurt the baby, but one afternoon she had gone and apologised to Amaya for losing control. Amaya, being the kind and forgiving person she was, forgave Bliss, and they seemed to be friends again.

Women were confusing. I suppose I was still rebelling against the gods, I should have kicked Bliss out and never spoken to her again, but f***k that, I didn’t like being ordered around and forced into things, so I kept her around. I didn’t have to be loyal to Amaya.

I found Bliss in the kitchen with Amaya, Esther had taken Odette to school. “Bliss, I need you to make Amaya presentable and decent for two day’s time, the date has been set for the ritual bulls.hit.” I rolled my eyes as if it was nothing, but I saw the look of hurt and sadness in Amaya’s eyes, clearly marriage was important to her.

Bliss looked hurt too, and angry. Bliss was both hurt and jealous, she was a b.itchy and nasty jealous person. When Amaya was jealous, she just sulked and got all mopey and sad. Bliss, on the other hand, could be spiteful.

I was hoping she would do as I asked and not tear the outfit I’d bought for Amaya or f***k her makeup up and make her look like Krusty the f.ucking clown. She gave a nod, so I took that as a good sign. I didn’t think she’d want to p.iss me off, so I didn’t worry too much, if she valued her life, then she’d do as I asked.

The day came too soon for my liking, but I didn’t have a choice, I certainly didn’t want death knocking on my door and inviting my soul to join the others writhing in despairing, agonising torment any time soon.

Bliss got Amaya ready, and when they came down Amaya, asked, “why do I have to wear this?”

I looked her over, she was wearing the white long silk nightie I’d provided for her. It had a slit up one leg, and her makeup was simple but made her eyes look extra doe eyed and innocent. Nothing could be done for the scarred and damaged side of her face, but that didn’t matter. Her curly jet black hair was pinned up in some cliche goddess-type bun on top of her head, ringlets falling around her face like all the goddesses that humans portrayed in pictures or movies.

The white of the nightie complimented her almost midnight ebony skin tone well, like the light of the moon against the night sky. Ok, that sounded too poetic and godlike for my liking, and I shook the thought away, all that mattered was the gods would be pleased to see her looking presentable and appropriate for the ritual.

I had to dress like the god I was and prance around like a prat in the dumb outfit. I could have argued against it, but it would be a waste of time because I’d still end up in it, so grumbling, I put on the white bottoms, basically like a f.ucking skirt for men, white with black leather gladiator straps coming down. A white toga went diagonally across my chest up to my shoulder, where it clipped to a red cloak at the back. I hated the overly dramatic outfits the gods wore, but it was custom, and I had no doubt Ares would have Death there to make sure I behaved.

I would play the part, but all bets were off when I was home. f***k was anyone controlling what I did in the privacy of my own home.

Bliss left ahead of us so she could watch among the crowd with the rest of the town the council would invite.

Amaya looked self-conscious, hugging herself and keeping her head down, she wasn’t accustomed to wearing such revealing clothes, but she shouldn’t feel self-conscious. My eyes traveled over her body. I wasn’t overly concerned about one’s weight, but I suppose with women I did have a type, slim, slender, petite, and dainty. It was the first time I had looked at someone of Amaya’s size and felt my c***k react.

She was still overweight, still had rolls in all the wrong places, but the nightie complimented her body, hugged her curves nicely, showed off her big bust size. I found myself very attracted to her body and shape size right now, it looked good in that nightie.

I kept my eyes cold and unreadable, not giving anything away, and then I led her out to my car. I opened the door for her, and she quietly slid into the back seat. Climbing into the driver’s seat, I started the engine up and made the drive to the council. I looked in my rearview mirror at Amaya, she was looking out the window, shy and nervous-looking as usual but otherwise fine. I realised then, I don’t think she had a clue what was going to be expected during this ritual, what she would have to do.

The air outside was cold but bright, the sun cutting through the pale sky, casting long shadows across the stone steps of the council building. Amaya shivered from the cold breeze, I inwardly shivered at what I was about to have to do.

Ares greeted us at the door and led us inside to the main meeting hall. The hall was big, the seats were already filled up above us. It was like an arena inside instead of outside.

As was expected, we stayed out back until Ares called us in. “Clayton Blackthorn and his slave Amaya, would you please come out.”

I grabbed Amaya’s wrist and tugged her out with me, she kept her head firmly down, her eyes cast to the floor, too afraid to look at all the people watching us.

Murmurings and whispers already started up, echoing off high stone walls, the scent of bodies, anticipation, and fear in the air. It was unheard of for a god to become romantically involved with anyone on this planet, supernatural or not, gods only courted one another. Even supernaturals did not mate themselves nor marry their own slave. This was my punishment, Ares wanted to humiliate me and embarrass me, make a mockery of me. f***k him.

I walked out confidently, a smirk on my lips. I looked out at the crowd, those I made eye contact with quickly looked away.

“Clayton Blackthorn, it has come to our attention that you are to mate yourself to your slave, Amaya here, and marry her, with us as your witnesses?” Aphrodite said, the most beautiful goddess I had ever seen, might have f.ucked her in the past too, best night of my life, perhaps a close second to Selene.

“It appears so,” I replied sarcastically.

Gasps rang out among the crowd, more whispers. Ares asked the room to be quiet, and then he looked at me. “I trust you know how this works, Clayton?”

“I do.”

“Will you comply?”

I almost thought about arguing, kicking up a fuss, and creating some chaos, but my eyes flicked to Death, who was sat beside him. I dropped my gaze to the writhing souls under her skin and thought better of it.

“Yes.”

“Good, then you may proceed.”

Aphrodite stood up and came down to stand in front of us. “As the goddess of love, I am to watch over you and guide you through your journey to love.”

“I don’t need a guide on how to f***k,” I said.

Amaya’s eyes widened, and she looked up at me in horror. I think she thought I was just going to bite her and then we would do a marriage ceremony, but that’s not how it worked. For a werewolf to mate themselves to someone, they had to actually physically mate while also claiming them as theirs with the bite, we had to f***k in front of everyone as proof.

I didn’t want Amaya, I didn’t want to be mated to anyone. Rage came over me, and for a moment I thought how easy it would be to just break her neck or shove my hand in her chest and tear her heart out, but I knew if I did that, my punishment would be far worse. f***k it, I didn’t care, this would change nothing for me, and I would still kill her once the baby was born. I just had to get through this stupid ceremony.

Amaya was terrified, she flinched when I reached out to her. Stepping close to her, I pressed my chest up against hers and gently pulled the straps of her nightie down her shoulders. She whimpered, tried to hide against me as I slid the nightie down her body and let it pool at her feet. I was a monster, but I was a monster who could be a gentleman. I wouldn’t make a woman feel humiliated or violated by a thousand eyes watching and seeing her naked body, but we did have to do this.

I kept her chest pressed against mine and carefully laid her down on the floor on her back. I kept myself close to her and used my arms to shield her as much as I could from prying eyes. I nudged her legs apart and carefully pushed myself inside of her. She was tight, it felt good for me, really good, not so much for her though, so I slowed down and took my time entering her, giving her body time to adjust.

When I was fully inside, I f.ucked her. I looked out at the crowd and saw Bliss watching, this time I wisely didn’t smirk. The last thing I needed was her being a sobbing, crying mess again. I didn’t have to like Amaya to enjoy the s**x with her. I didn’t particularly like admitting it to myself, but I had to admit she had the best p***y I’d ever f.ucked, she was so tight on me, and I wanted to pound into her hard and rough, but I couldn’t without breaking her.

She was only human, so I kept it to rough in human terms, for me, it was just normal f.ucking, not rough at all. When I was close, I made sure to never lose focus. I kept her body hidden from the crowd as much as I could. I could see the embarrassment and shame on her face, but she still reacted to me, still moaned softly as she grew close too.

I knew she was about to climax when she pulled me down on top of her, hugging me close to her and hiding her face against my chest so no one could see her as she came.

I chose that moment to lean down and bite her neck, using my wolf fangs and claiming her as my mate. I drank her blood, fed on her similar to a vampire, that’s how the bond was created, the bite, and the exchange of blood between one another. I bit my own wrist and placed it over her lips, she tried to twist her head, but I whispered, “drink Amaya. You have to drink my blood and accept me.”

She hesitated for a second, and then slowly she started drinking my blood. It felt good, the feel of her lips on my wrist sucking and feeding on my blood. I came inside her, giving one good hard thrust, grunted as my body shuddered against hers and then I slowly removed myself from her, grabbing her nightie off the floor and pulling it back on for her before I got off and helped her to her feet.

I could feel the essence of her life running through my veins now. I knew wherever she went I would find her, I would always know where she was, if she was in trouble, if she was alive or dead. I looked at her standing before me, for the first time I noticed how I towered over her. No wonder she was so afraid of me.

The nightie looked good on her, I liked her curves, her rolls of fat, all her scars. Suddenly it didn’t matter to me, nothing did. Fat, slim, tall, short, pretty, or ugly—none of it mattered. Suddenly she was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen. What had I done? f***k, I was so f.ucked.