My mothers husband is my mate

Chapter Two

Emery's POV

I watched as my mother and her husband walked away hand in hand and let out the breath I had been holding.

What had just happened? I asked myself, trying my best to rationalize the whole thing.

"Your stepfather is handsome," the girls I had been talking to came up to me again. Startled by her words, I turned around to blurted out that he wasn't my stepfather but I swallowed back the words.

I let out a sigh, trying to mingle at my party but it was hard because I just found my mate and my mate was no one else but my mother’s husband who somehow seemed to hate me.

My eyes locked with Alpha Logan’s again and I looked away quickly, his cold gaze did very dirty things to me. How could his gaze possess such strength?

I was unable to pretend that everything was okay anymore, so I ran to the restroom and sat down in one of the stalls, trying to breathe in and out, but it wasn't working. My heart was beating even faster, I got out and started packing the restroom.

What in the name of the moon goddess is happening?

I have a boyfriend! One that I planned on marrying. I had kissed him before taking a plane to get here and here I was discovering that my stepfather, my mother's husband was my mate.

No, no, no, no. There had to be a mistake somewhere. I paced the restroom even more, what would my mother say?

I jumped in shock when the door to the restroom suddenly burst open and I gasped when my eyes locked with my stepfather's ice-cold green eyes.

"Emery,” he pronounced with disdain but it sounded like my name was made for his lips alone.

"Alpha Logan," I said in a shocked voice.

What was he doing here? Had he come to reject me? He gave me a cool look before speaking.

"Forget about what you thought you felt today!" He said in a cutting tone.

"Whatever you think we are, this mate thing, it's not real. I'm married to your mother, do you understand?" He demanded and I nodded like a bubble head doll in understanding.

"Good," he said, his dark forest-green eyes boring into mine.

"You can't tell anyone about this," he added.

I nodded and bit my lips. A nervous habit of mine.

“You should reject me.” The words slowly slipped out of my lips and I went back biting it as I pushed a few strands of hair away from my face.

"f**k!" He cursed under his breath as his eyes zeroed in on my lips.

I blinked up at him and gasped when I saw that his eyes had darkened.

“I will but not now. I might die of the pain of the rejection, you are just a teenager.” His voice sounded like music to my ears. My legs wobbled under his gaze and he walked until he was just in chest away from me, I moved back but my back hit the wall. Swallowing the lump that formed in my throat, I mentally pleaded to be touched by him. Just his gaze was making me wet, my clot clenched and unclenched from just his eye.

"Just this once," he pinned me to the wall and lifted my chin. No one had ever made me feel this way, not even my boyfriend. I felt like a useless little cat under him.

His lips touched mine in a kiss, his tongue slowly finding mine. I moaned in pleasure, he was such a good kisser. I wanted more, more of whatever my mate could offer. His body, his soul.

"My hands moved up to touch his hair but he grabbed my hands and he pinned my hands to the wall while he breathlessly kissed me into pleasure.

He made a sound of pleasure from the back of the throat and I whimpered in response.

I arched into him, praying for his hands to move down to my breast and give me sweet relief.

I didn't need to pray for long because his hands trailed down my breast and squeezed roughly as if he had a limited time to live.

I let out a cry of utter pleasure as I felt the effect of his hands down to my c**t. He didn't waste any time. He pushed my panties to the side and his hands hovered over my c**t for a second before he made contact. His hands caressed my wet buds leaving me in a moaning mess. Why the f**k is a man twice my age making me feel this way? Scott never made me feel like this.

"s**t! You are soaking wet," he growled, plunging his hands deep into my throbbing fold, he let go of my hand and he kissed me again.

"So f*****g wet," He mains into my mouth. As he pressed me against the wall, I felt his c**k grow hard and I cupped it with my hands. My mate was huge and I wanted to fit his c**k in my mouth.

“No, Emery.” his hands stopped mine but why did my name sound so good?

He began to kiss my neck and before I knew it, he folded my dress up to my waist, now his hand found my clit..

My eyes widened from shock to pleasure as he plunged two fingers into my wetness and began to stroke. I couldn't keep my mouth shut anymore as his hands did unspeakable things to me down there.

"Just this once," he whispered in my ear over and over again as his fingers plunged, stroked, and plundered me.

"It's too much," I begged but he didn't stop, instead he lifted me and placed me in the wash sink, his two hands tore my legs apart.

“I want to taste you, My mate.” He tore my panties off my thighs.

“You’re already so wet for me.” His green eyes met with desire as he stared at my c**t.

He lowered his head to my c**t and I shuddered as his hot breath fanned against my p***y and when he sent a soft kiss there, I screamed in pleasure.

Alpha Logan’s tongue was soft and warm and he kissed me like no man had done, he fiddled with my c**t, his teeth slowly biting while I moaned.

He stopped and then took himself up to kiss me, I tasted myself in his lips and felt him push three of his fingers inside me. My moans were getting louder and louder and my body closer and closer to the edge. I could already feel my walls tightening around his fingers.

"You’re such a little slut," he growled low and I whimpered in response.

I couldn't wait to be pounded by his hot and large d**k.

“I want you, Alpha Logan. I want you to f**k me.” I cried as he stroked my p***y with his fingers.

I was still climbing to the edge when I heard footsteps. He heard it too and he

immediately detangled from my body and I quickly arranged myself.