Page 5 of Unwilling Mate

I run my hands over her body instinctively. I want to touch every inch of her and rub my scent all over her skin. I will, but first, I need to figure out what’s wrong with her so I can make her better.

Calming myself and my raging erection, I quickly enter the attached bathroom and wet some towels with cold water. I try to cool her down with it, but her fever is too high. Her breath becomes labored, and when I listen to her heartbeat weaken, my own speeds up.

She isn’t just sick… She is dying.

The thought alone has my heart aching as if someone grabbed it and is about to rip it from my chest. No, no, no. She can’t die. I have to save her, but how? I don’t even know what’s wrong with her.

My panic only grows when her breathing becomes more shallow. Fuck, I don’t have time to take her to a hospital. I wouldn't even know how to get her to one. There is only one way I could possibly save her, but she isn’t even conscious. How can I complete the mating bond with her passed out?

This is so fucked up. My dick is already hard, but can I actually fuck her like this? And what happens after? I don’t know if I can be mated to a human.

I look down at her sleeping form, her beautiful face growing pale, and I know I can’t let her die. I’m going to do what I must to save her, and I’ll figure out the rest later.

Discarding the wet towels from the bed, I pull her thin nightgown up, exposing her white cotton panties. Hooking my fingers into the waistband, I slowly pull them down her slender legs. When she is completely bare to me, I move between her legs and gently part her thighs.

Only when the sweet scent of her arousal fills my nostrils do I let myself look at her pussy. Even with her passed out, her body knows her mate is near. Her cunt is swollen and glistening with her wetness. She is primed and ready for me.

Eagerly, I spread her legs wider so I can wedge my large body between. Lining my cock up with her entrance, I blanket my body with hers as I slowly slide into her tight heat.

“Fuck!” I grit through my teeth when the tip of my dick presses against the thin barrier of skin. I thrust into her all the way,forcing my member deep inside her while ripping her innocence away.

Now she really is mine.

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ABIGAIL

It wasn’t the wine.That’s my first thought when I start to come back to myself. They did something to me, or I let them do something to me. I should have known, and now I feel like I’m dying for my stupidity. For a flash of a second, I wonder if it’s better to die. What do I have to live for anyway? I have no one, I have nothing, and my future looks so bleak it makes a funeral look like a sweet sixteen.

I decide to drift back into the darkness when a flash of pain jolts me back to life. I stiffen, sucking in a sharp breath as some unfamiliar pressure builds in my core. It hurts like I’m being split in two—like something is forcing its way into my body. I cramp up, trying to curl into myself to stop this agony, but then pain and pleasure roll through my body in equal measure.

A sharp bite of pain and then a sensation I’ve never felt before, one I can’t describe, is burrowing into me. I don’t know how to articulate it, and a part of me wants to fight it, and another part of me wants to embrace it. If it’s this pleasure-pain mix or death, I suppose I know what my choice is.

I rear back into a nest of thick pillows. They smell like fabric softener, but it’s not the scent I’m focused on. It’s something else… something masculine. I snap my eyes open with a gasp and take in the man hovering above me. The older, enormous man pinning me to the bed, having sex with me.

No! I claw at his shoulders to try to push him off, but this only seems to excite him.

“Shhh, it’s okay. Just relax,” he coos. His deep raspy voice vibrates through me, and for some incomprehensible reason, I do relax. He rolls his hips, catching a new angle, and something in me decides this doesn’t hurt. It actually feels good. But that doesn’t change the fact that I don’t know this man. I stare into his face now, letting him see my fear, which only causes him to shake his head and meet my eyes with remorse in his own. If he’s sorry, then why do it?

I try to shove him off me again, but my body is weak from whatever my stepmother did to me. This man…and his actions seem to be helping me in some way. I don’t understand it, and everything in me is recoiling, but he’s at least trying to help me? I don’t know. My brain is fuzzy. Pleasure is rolling over my skin now in thick waves, dragging me under and with it consciousness.

“That’s it. Let me make you feel good. Trust me. I’m not going to hurt you.”

His promises don’t match his actions. He is having sex with me. He took my virginity without asking. How is that not hurting me?

“I know this doesn't make sense to you, but if you just try not to think and feel instead, you won’t be scared. Just feel. What does your gut tell you? Can you trust me?”

How do I feel? I feel… good. Oh God, how can I enjoy this? Why does this man instill a sense of safety in me, all while he does this to me? I can’t figure it out, yet my body is doing it for me, responding to him with my hips, my nails, my mouth. Every part of me is straining upward, trying to get more of him inside me. As if it knows something my brain does not.

His enormous hands dig into the headboard hard enough that it creaks over my head as he pounds into me, his hips surging with the strength I can see rolling under his skin. Who is this man? Why did he choose me?

His lids shutter, and his body shakes above me. I’m not sure what’s happening, but the pleasure is stronger now, and I want to press up against him, making it last longer, so I do. At this moment, I give in to what my body wants, and I let the chains on myself go. I meet his hips with my own, and then he leans down to clamp his mouth over my shoulder and bites down hard.

His bite sends a ripple through my body, igniting it further until I might explode. Then I do, and I feel him do the same, in a hot wet rush inside my body. My thighs and hips and even my vagina are squeezing him tight as if I can’t release him for fear of death.

For a moment, I feel like we are frozen in time, connected in this way forever. Then my muscles relax, and my body sinks into the mattress. My mind is hazy and confused, but I feel safe and content.

I reach out and cup the side of his cheek, wishing I would have a voice to ask him all the questions filling my mind.

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