The Wolf Lord's Mate

I did not meet his gaze, and Nathaniel tucked his finger under my chin, titling it up to force me to look at him. "There is nothing more right in the world, my love, than the affection shared between mates."

"It's not that I think it's wrong," I said, pushing away his hand, "It's just not what I want." That surge of longing ripped through my body once more, a physical pain manifesting inside of me as I attempted to reject the bond again.

I winced, and Nathaniel came impossibly closer, trapping me against the wall. He searched my face worriedly, checking me for an injury that he would not find. Not outside of my body, at least.

"Love?" Nathaniel cupped my cheek, cool sparks dancing across my skin and quelling the twisting pain in my chest immediately. Nathaniel's face relaxed too, a knowing look in his eyes as he studied my reaction to his touch. "I see." He said, almost to himself.

"See what?" Nathaniel's touch felt too good to push him away, and I let him tower over me, my back pressed to the uneven wooden wall of the cabin's exterior.

"I know what you need," Nathaniel murmured, stroking his thumb over my cheek, "I know what you want."

"I doubt that very much," My voice was quiet, and I cleared my throat, "I hardly even know what I want—I mean I do know, but I am at odds with myself." My breath caught as Nathaniel's other hand came to rest at my hip, his fingers pressing heat into my skin through the fabric of the dress.

"You're torn," Nathaniel said, skimming his long fingers across the small of my back, "Torn between your conscious and your instincts, and you don't know how to decide."

"Perhaps, yes." I whispered, his nearness making it difficult to think. Nathaniel practically blocked out the sky, filling my vision with only him; his eyes, his shoulders, his chest, his scent—cocooning me with every decadent and addictive part of him.

"Then let me make the decision for you," Nathaniel's voice was husky, "I am your mate, it's my job to help you—to please you."

"You cannot convince me of accepting this bond with a few assurances," I said, but there was no bite to my words, and I tried to speak as plainly as I could, "It's hardly been a week since you even told me that we were mates."

"I'm not asking you for your love yet, little mate," Nathaniel swept his hand from my cheek down to rest on the side of my neck, "I will earn that in time. But your body calls to mine, and it will only bring you pain to keep ignoring its needs. You do not need to suffer unnecessarily, not when you have a male who can turn your frustrations into bliss."

"You sound quite confident in your abilities." I muttered, not quite able to stop myself despite the situation.

"There is nothing in the world that I am more confident in, my darling," Nathaniel gave a dark chuckle, "Than the ability to make you scream in pleasure." Nathaniel's words shook with a low growl that seemed to reverberate through my body, a shiver rolling down my spine. "But if you have your doubts, little one, why not judge my abilities for yourself?"

"Because I'm frightened." The words fell from my lips, as if drawn out of me unwillingly by Nathaniel. It was true, everything about the mate bond terrified me, but nothing scared me more than giving up control to Nathaniel. More than being bound to someone again.

The last person I had trusted to care for me had died. She had left me, and I had been alone, and I had learned how to live without the fear of loss.

"Frightened of me?" Nathaniel's face fell, and I shook my head.

"Frightened of what you make me feel."

"You don't have to be afraid, my darling." Nathaniel relaxed, his expression turning calm and confident, his voice the coaxing sort of whisper one might offer to a fearful animal. "Let me take control, and I promise I'll make you feel so good. You don't need to give me anything in return. I just want to bring you pleasure, my love."

"I—" I chewed my lip, the words catching in my throat. The mere suggestion of pleasure had begun the flickering of warmth in my lower belly, a need surging between my thighs.

"What, Mira?" Nathaniel's nostrils flared, and he pushed himself closer until he was flush against me, "What is giving you pause?"

"I have never touched a man before," I whispered, and Nathaniel's eyes practically went black with desire.

"Gods, little female," Nathaniel growled, "I think that I will be the first Male to die from pure arousal, and it will all be because of you."

"You are not disappointed?" I spoke softly, face flush with heat at his words, "I am not skilled in this—area, so to speak."

"Disappointed?" Nathaniel licked his lips, raking his eyes over my face and down my collarbones to where my chest was pressed against his.

"Mira, it pleases me in a way that I cannot fully express that I will be both the first, last, and only male who will ever get the privilege of touching you," Nathaniel's fingers ran down my collarbone to trace the curve of my breast, hovering over the laces at the front of my dress, "Of touching my little female."

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