Two Halves of a Whole

Chapter 9

When the bedroom door closed behind them and Sattira finally turned so he could see her face he was shocked be the anger and hurt he saw there. He had originally thought that she was embarrassed by the actions of her wolf and wanted to protect her privacy by waiting to talk to her until they were in the the bedroom he had given her to stay in as all the bedrooms in the house were sound proofed as otherwise it would be rather awkward for the werewolves who usually stayed there because of their enhanced hearing. Whenever he stayed there with his family he thanked the goddess for the sound proofing. There are just some things you don’t want to hear your parents or grandparents doing.

Before he had a chance to ask what was bothering her she screamed at him, “Why are you ashamed of me.”

He could her wolf’s voice joined with her own. His own wolf howled his distress at the thought his mate felt he was ashamed of her. She was everything to him. He had ignored his own need to mark and mate her to give her time to explore what she was but there wasn’t ever a thought of not wanting her, even before he met her.

“How could you ever think for one second even that I am ashamed of you,” he asked her trying to keep his voice calm. Surely this was a huge misunderstanding and if he let his emotions get in the way how would they ever be able to talk about this.

“You only seem to want to touch me or talk about us being mates when no one else is around,” she cried. “What are you not telling me? It feels like you are keeping me from being alone with my friends as if you are afraid I might find out some secret you are hiding.”

“Is there someone else waiting for you when you get home? Am I just something to pass your time? Are you trying to find a way of rejecting me without me telling other people what you are?” She was screaming at him without pausing so he could answer.

He accusations were slicing him deeply, like a silver blade drove straight to his heart. He knew he should try to be calm. He knew she didn’t understand how mates worked no matter how much he had tried to explain it to her. He couldn’t think of anything to say that would convince her of how deeply he cared.

So he did the only thing he could think to do. He grabbed her and dragged her to him. His lips crashed against hers forcefully, successfully ending her tirade of painful words. His lips moved against hers with all the passion he had been hold back as he had been trying to give her time to adjust. She moaned against his lips giving him access to her mouth as his tongue slipped inside, tasting her sweetness as he had longed to since the first time he had smelled her intoxicating scent. Yes, they had kissed outside the kitchen but that kiss had been interrupted before he could properly taste her.

He lost himself in her as he turned her so she was pressed against the door they had just entered, rubbing the rock hard length of the bulge in his pants again her feminine mound as he reached up under her tank top to cup one of her soft supple breasts in one of him rough callused hands. She rubbed herself against his bulge wantonly as she whimpered and begged for relief from the the need that was burning through her, robbing her of all conscious thoughts. He could smell how wet she was for him and his wolf howled with approval. He heard her whimper in protest as his lips left hers and he nipped at the side of her neck playfully as he thumbed her perky n****e under the thin fabric of her tank top as she thrust herself against his bulge in a frantic attempt to end her torture.

His mouth reached the spot where his mark would go and her body convulsed as waves of pleasure erupted through her as he sucked and nipped the spot. She cried out her body felt things she had never experienced before. She was so wet it had soaked her shorts. He reached down to gentle rub over the damp fabric with his fingers, finding her sweet spot through her shorts, the added friction of the fabric only making her squirm more. The haze of desire was so thick she had lost the ability to do anything but feel the pleasure as he continued to drive her to the edge of the sweet release her body craved.

He teased her sweat spot through her shorts until she couldn’t take it anymore and her body erupted with wave after wave of pleasure so intense she squirmed and cried out as she tried to escape the feel of his fingers driving against her until he had claimed every moment of her pleasure.

Once he gave her release he backed away slowly to make sure she had her balance. He adjusted himself attempting to reposition his massive member that was standing at full attention to make it more comfortable as he waited for it to be less noticeable. The scent of her satisfaction made him doubt it would relax anytime soon.

She was slowly starting to regain herself. She blushed deeply as she realized what had just happened and tried to brush past him to clean up. If she were being honest she wanted to hide, cleaning up was just as much a convenient excuse as it was a necessity.

Lugos stopped her before she could make her escape. “Are you feeling a little more relaxed now?”

“Yes,” she said without meeting her eyes, praying he didn’t notice that her voice came out higher than usual.

“Don’t be embarrassed. Around the time we shift it is harder to keep control of our emotions because between the extra energy for shifting and the energy your body releases to help prepare for finding our mates it’s like a caffeine overload,” he explained as he tried to put her at ease. “It helps to burn some of it off so it doesn’t overwhelming you and you end up a bundle of nerves. You smell delicious but you probably want to change or I can’t promise I won’t eat you.” He leaned in closer as he said the last and playfully nipped at the spot where he wanted to place his mark.

Her body shivered in response to his teasing and she quickly turned and rushed to wash up and change into soft clothes she used to sleep in. While she was showering she thought about her wanton behavior. What was it that made her lose all ability to think when he was close to her?

He is our mate, her wolf says smugly as if it was the answer to ever question in existence.

As she dressed she started to wonder if maybe her wolf was onto something. If finding your mate was anything like in the animal kingdom it might be like when a female comes into heat from being around a male of their species? She was still not sure. She was trying not to let her worries get her worked up this time. If she couldn’t control herself she would never get the answers she needed. Not that she would complain about a repeat of her earlier activities but she didn’t want to be a play thing for someone who was obviously more experienced.

Once she was showered and changed she walked back out to get her answers as she towel dried her hair and ran a large toothed comb through it to remove the tangles.

Lugos was waiting for her and pulled her down onto his lap. He took the comb from her and started running it through her hair.

“So what makes you think I don’t want you?” He didn’t bother delaying the conversation with small talk but instead got right to the point.

“When you kissed me outside the kitchen and the girls almost caught us you tried to hide it. You say you knew we were mates since we met, yet you never told anyone. Have you even told your family or any of your friends yet?” She was trying to stay calm as she shared her thoughts and his touch as he combed her hair seemed to help.

“I haven’t told anyone else yet, but not for the reason you seem to thing,” he said the last because he could see her getting ready to interrupt. “I know you must have realized that I am not just a member of the pack. The other werewolves treat me differently because I have higher standing in the pack.”

“How much higher standing,” she asked before he could explain further.

“I don’t want you to worry about that right this moment. You are still trying to get use to being part of this world. I don’t want you to have to worry about what other members will expect of you when they find out we are mates,” he tried to explain. “If you had grown up in a pack like other wolves I would have marked and mated you the very night I met you.”

“What do you mean by ‘marked and mated?’ Do werewolves not get married?” She was thinking how upset her parents would be if she never had a wedding.

“Some do get married for the experience but marriage is a human ceremony. Wolves join together at the height of their shared passion and their wolf pushes forward just enough to shift their mouths and they put a mark on each other right here,” he said as he caressed the spot at the base of her neck where his mark would go.

“Won’t that hurt?” Some of her fear seeped through as she asked

“Actually a mate’s mark never hurts as long as it is done between mates. There have been stories or young wolves trying to mark a person they had dated while in high school or college and it never ends well. Even if they could talk their wolf into excepting it the marks burn like hellfire and fade the moment one of them meets their fated mate,” He explains, “only an i***t would reject a gift from the moon goddess, which is exactly what our fated mate is.”

It all seemed way too simple to her. As if the whole story was concocted to ease her worries. She didn’t want to believe he would lie to her but she still didn’t know him well enough she reminded herself as she had to do way too often since she met him.

“If I am such a gift to you then why does it seem like you use the excuse of me not being raised in a pack to keep pushing me away? Why does that matter so much to you?” She was frustrated and he could hear it in her voice. She really didn’t understand why it made such a difference. It wasn’t like she was going to be expected to lead the pack.

“I am not pushing you away. I am trying to protect you from all the things that usually happen when mates meet and it is so hard to do when everything about you calls for me to take you again and again until you have screamed my name so much you lose your voice. You don’t understand how hard it is for me to control myself.” He let her see the raw need in his eyes and hear it in his voice. “And part of me doesn’t want to share you with anyone else. I want to keep you here with me and never leave this room for the rest of our lives.” He swatted her bottom playfully.

“Once everyone realizes who you are to me they will expect you to move in with me. They will expect you to wear my mark and birth my pups. Can you honestly say that you are ready for that?” He was staring at her waiting for an answer. Part of him half hoped she would say yes. He realized she had dreamed of going to college and having a life before settling down and having children.

The disappointment was clearly written all over her face as she started to understand that there might be a good reason why he hadn’t told anyone else about them yet. “No,” she answered his question. She was really starting to wonder how important he would have to be for these things to be expected of his mate. Finally she asked, “who exactly are you?”