The oriented werewolf mate

We alone

King froze as he stared at Victoria. He couldn't believe his eyes. He had convinced himself that he was never going to set his eyes on her again and for so long, he didn't.

He didn't know how to feel either. Well, he did feel something but it was a bit complicated.

They gazed into each other's eyes and a bit of tears began to build up. It was a moment of joy and grief; a mixture of pain and immense happiness. It was something that both of them couldn't really explain.

King loved Victoria. He had never stopped loving her all those years, despite what she did to him. Yet, he hated her. He loathed her for turning her back on him. At a point, he almost regretted knowing her, but the love he had for her wouldn't let him do that.

He broke his gaze and gradually began to sit up, with thoughts of what happened between them the last time running around his mind. He didn't know if he was ever going to forgive her.

She left him when he needed her the most. He was battered and broken in the hospital and she didn't bother to show him any care. Instead, she turned her back on him and never looked back. He felt abandoned.

For years, he waited. For a call. For a letter. For a surprise visit. For anything at all. He was met with nothing but the pain of waiting for something that was never going to come. It felt like a dagger was driven right through his heart. It was too much for him to bear.

As he sat up, right next to her, he felt a strong urge to yell very loudly at her. He opened his mouth thrice for that purpose but failed each time. As he beheld her blue eyes, nothing else mattered anymore. All he wanted was a chance to hug and kiss her.

Victoria was scared. Not for what King might want to do to her after the pain that she caused him. He was only human after all, and she was a werewolf, more than capable to hold her own.

She was scared for him. She knew what would happen if they got together again. She remembered all that happened in the past and Kevin's warning to her concerning King. Defying his instruction had only one outcome…

King was going to end up hurt again and it was the last thing she wanted to see. She couldn't bear that. It was why she had to leave him in the first place; why she couldn't let them stay together, and why she had to find her way out of there very quickly.

She sprang up quickly and tried to run but she felt a hand on her wrist. "Not so fast," King said to her, wagging his fingers with his right hand and holding onto her with his left. She struggled to free her hand from his grip but he wouldn't let go. There was no escaping him.

Victoria stopped trying and gave into the moment. King too. He forgot that he was trying to prevent her from escaping and just let himself enjoy the moment.

The touch was like a fuse and ignited the spark of their love which had stayed hidden for such a long time. It reminded them both just how much they craved each other. They were lovesick, and they were each other's medicine.

King pulled her close, unable to hold back anymore, and planted his lips on hers, relishing the moment. It felt so soft and he couldn't stop himself from going any further.

He attacked her lips as if he had something against them. It was like he was trying to punish her for abandoning him back then. He just went on and on.

Then he stuck out his tongue and she did the same and they swirled their tongues before locking their lips again for another passionate kiss. He held her head, holding it in position for the onslaught of her lips. The longer he stayed, the more aroused he got.

It wasn't enough. King wanted more. Victoria too; she needed to let herself feel loved. She had been deprived of it for such a long time.

He took off her jacket and tossed it to the ground and pulled her in for another kiss but Victoria was having none of that. "If you're going to start this game, then you might as well finish it," she said, taking off her gown and revealing her perfectly curved body as King drooled at the sight.

She smirked, "I'm not done yet," and unhooked her bra, letting it fall to the ground and revealing her nicely shaped breasts.

King couldn't take it anymore. He pulled her in, bent a little and placed his lips on her left breast and began to suckle on it, whilst fondling the other breast with his left hand.

Victoria moaned in ecstasy, shutting her eyes and caressing King's hair with her right hand. It was the best feeling she had had in a long time.

He paused a bit and guided her to the floor, before taking his clothes off. She waited patiently for him, licking her lips to force him to hurry up. He did.

He resumed his work on her n*****s and then began to kiss her from her neck, down to her toes and back up again. Then he planted his lips on hers again, and fondled her breasts again with his right hand. He loved how full and soft they were and couldn't get enough of them.

Then he brought his mouth close to her neck and stopped. He felt the urge to dig his teeth into her skin and he couldn't explain why. So he began kissing Victoria in that area, causing an electric shock of pleasure to pierce her body. He felt it too and he loved it.

In a flash, he let himself give into his instincts and he bit into the delicate skin of her neck. He had no idea that it was the way that mates were marked.

Then he felt a sudden tiredness overwhelm him.