Mate (Bride, #2)

by Ali Hazelwood

“Well, he’s living under the same roof as his mate. He’s around you a lot, and I think he…he feels it. If you know what I mean.” I don’t, really—until I do. And no longer want to intake air.

“He’s horny as fuck,” Amanda says, taking pity on me. “At the mercy of his own lustful concupiscence. Probably jerks off every three hours. I assume you were about to say that?”

EVERY THREE HOURS LMAO

If Koen wants to…If Koen wants to, with me, then why not?

My heart, beating so loud against my rib cage that Amanda must be wondering whether I have angina—that proves it, too.

Still, there’s no reason for him to blue ball it.

“Has Koen not told you? Or Lowe? Or anyone else?” “I’m not sure what you’re talking about.”

“Serena, the Alpha of Northwest pack is traditionally asked to honor a celibacy covenant. He’s forbidden by law to engage in any kind of intimate relationships—emotional or physical.”

What the actual fuck

Something builds in my belly. “Do not make me chase after you.”

“He’s not…?” Anneke asks. “Breaking the covenant. I remain tragically unfucked.”

“Stop moving,” I murmur, going back to shaving him. “Or I’m going to nick you, and they’re going to think I’m pregnant with your triplets.”

his free will with my magic cunt.

“Xabier and the giant pole that lives up his rectum had a bad dream

Someone’s here. Someone who wasn’t inside the house.

“As the prophet said. As the prophet wills.” “Who are you?”

“Bro, she’s not going anywhere.” “She is your superior in every way. You cannot speak for her, Koen Alexander.”

“Can you tell me who he is?” “He was a Were. About two decades ago, he was directly responsible for the deaths of thousands of Weres and Humans in the Northwest.”

“I’m sure your pretty little head made up a million good reasons and topped them with those gross formaldehyde cherries.

“If you think I’m going to let you die, Serena, you know fuck all.”

“Guess I’d have to spank you.” He seems unbothered by the prospect.

“What about, ‘And I’ll turn you into a Were’?”

“Apparently there were bites and mutual blood drinking and a not insignificant amount of sex rituals.”

Can Koen just bite and fuck her?

“That’s why they want me. It’s not about who I’m related to. They think that I used to be Human, and Constantine turned me into a Were.”

“Well, since it’s probably going to happen, would you like a heads-up on the biology?” “The what?” “His dick. It—”

“I mean, sure.” She doesn’t sound sure. “But you should know that because you’re his mate, at the base of—”

LOL

Well, fuck.

And I fucking die.

Except, and I know this with bone-deep certainty, I need someone to touch me.

Are these just heats and shes dying to be fucked literally

“That,” he growls in my ear, “is not the kind of stunt you pull with an Alpha. Not when you’re on the brink of a Heat.”

The help I need involves him bending me over and fucking me into the mattress,

“You need to shut the fuck up about what you think I want.

He looks at me from over his shoulder, a small smile curving his lips. “Biology class.”

IS ALL THIS REALLY BECAUSE SHES HORNY

but they missed the broader context.” “Context about…?”

“Estrus,” she blurts out. “You’re going into Estrus.”

“People without degrees would call it going into Heat,” Koen says, and the realization crashes into me like a caravan of armored trucks.

The most common cause is close proximity to a sexually compatible partner.”

“What do you mean by…What kind of objects?” I’m half terrified that she’ll recommend a list of vibrators.

I realize that the tense atmosphere was due to her awareness that Koen is, by law, not allowed to touch me.

“I need you to make sure that I do not go into Heat.”

So are you not dying

But I’m getting sleepy. And he is, too. And then the fever starts.

😈 hehehehe

Every single time he sets a hand to his cock, he will have this moment in his mind.

Tonight, the physical proof that he wants this just as much as I do is aggressively there,

“Serena. If you’re not going to let me bullshit an answer, just stop asking questions.”

“Whatever you’re thinking about,” he rasps against my ear, “continue.” “Yeah?” He nods. “You smell incredible right now.”

“Like you’d let me keep you here and fuck you for the next six months. Like you need me to.”

“I cannot come, Serena.”

I want you to use me.”

“Yeah.” He is hoarse. Desperate but amused. “We’re both fucked.”

Which is the exact reason I cannot have you.”

Ahhhhhhh

if we knew how to make pancakes, we would not be here.”

And all he says is “Layla is waiting for you. You should go.”

:(