Wrapped in his sheets

CLAIMED

Right now, we were strolling through the forest after our heated make out session.

Both of us agreed that we did need to talk, both about the past and the future.

"I'm sorry for rejecting you. That was a shitty move on my part."

He stayed quite for some time before replying, "Indeed it was."

"Although I should have not pushed it upon you, and talked it more thoroughly", he continued.

"Although majority was you fault", he cut me off before I could speak.

"Yes it was."

The next few minutes we walked in silence, side by side, taking in each other's presence.

"So, like do I need to take you on a date or something, I really have never done this type of thing before." His voice was nervous, as if waiting for me to reject his proposal.

"That would be nice." It stung a bit to see the shocked look on his face.

'You brought this on yourself'

Yes I did.

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We talked about our likes and dislikes, got to know each other a little in the past hour.

Time passes so fast when you are enjoying it.

Duke has been really pestering me for the past half an hour, to be let out. I wanted our wolves to bond too, but was a bit hesitant.

Afterall this was our first proper conversation, and we had just started getting along.

Mates are known to jump on each other the very first time they meet, but we are way past that beginning.

Sebastian could feel something was bothering me, and my thoughts were confirmed when he paused abruptly.

He slowly lifted my chin, with a look as if asking me, what the matter was.

"Um..Du-Duke wanted...me t-too...to see you". To say I was embarrassed wouldn't even begin to describe what I felt. I was terrified. I had stuttered, in front of him like a teenager. I couldn't even form a proper sentence.

I was extremely relieved when he gave out a throaty chuckle.

His smile lit up his whole face and my whole world. His eyes crinkled at the corners when he smiled, his plump kissable lips turned at one corner more than the other side. Overall, he looked extremely kissable, and I wanted him to claim me right now, right here.

'Human don't keep me waiting'

It was times like these, when I hated my wolf.

"You want our wolves to meet?" He asked when he saw me lost in thoughts.

"Yes"

What the hell was wrong with me? What happened to the feared Alpha? Who is this stuttering and nervous mess.

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He had went behind some trees to strip out of his clothes and shift.

Within minutes, a huge black wolf stepped out from the trees, looking majestic.

He was the most beautiful wolf I had ever seen. His pitch black fur coat was shining in the sun and looking extremely soft to touch. Even while standing, he towered at least five inches over me.

He came towards me and nuzzled his nose beside my neck, asking me to pet him. It indeed was extremely soft.

I sat down on the ground, him following me and resting his huge head on my lap.

Right at this moment, he looked like an adorable puppy, not some majestic creature, who can kill in a blink of an eye.

"Adorable"

He let out a playful growl at that, standing up and puffing out his chest, trying to show he was not adorable, but fierce and powerful.

After few minutes when Duke was getting more restless, I went behind a tree to shift in my wolf.

Unlike Sebastian's wolf, whose name I had come to know was Caspian, Duke's fur was brown. Not sandy brown, but dark burgundy.

As I jumped out of the bushes, he looked at me in awe. He made it seem like I was the most beautiful thing in the world, and at this point, I even felt like it.

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Duke and Caspian chased each other for some time, jumping on each other, playfully growling at each other, nipping at each other's tails. Overall they were having a good time.

When they both grew tired, they gave us back the control, making us immediately shift back.

Sneaky little wolf. I was on top of Sebastian, butt naked. Before I could get up, he had wrapped his arms around me and spun us around on the ground, him on top of me.

His hard on was poking my thighs, he was big. He smirked at me, noticing how I shivered at every touch of his.

He gently took my lips in his. This was different than our first kiss.This time he took his time, and explored me. There was no fight for dominance, although he did have the upper hand.

The kiss very soon turned into a heated make out session, with a lot of grinding.

I was a moaning mess under him. He was sucking my sweet spot, where my neck met my shoulders. Where his mark would lay.

His canines were enlarged, scrapping at my sweet spot. He paused asking for permission.

We indeed had a rough start, and we're probably going too fast, but I wanted him to claim me and vice versa. I wanted people to know I was his and he was mine.

I inched my neck closer. Getting the hint, he sunk his teeth, tearing the flesh. At first it was extremely painfull and I almost let out a scream. My claws were enlarged, scrapping at his back.

Then the pain converted into pleasure. I could sense his feelings, joy, adoration, satisfaction, proud.

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I was claimed, by the prince, my mate.