Page 7 of Unwilling Mate

It takesme most of the night to carry her back to my cabin, but I cherish every second of it. Abigail has been peacefully sleeping in my arms, her cheek pressed against my chest as if she is listening to my heartbeat.

She is so light in my arms. I’m already thinking about all the things I’m going to feed her when she wakes up. I’m going to make sure she’ll never go hungry again, that she’ll never want for anything ever again.

Just thinking about her life so far has rage churning in my gut. These women treated her like she was nothing but a burden. They made her clean their house and let her sleep in the attic even though they had a guest room downstairs. I wonder if my mate has ever known another life or if she has always lived in that hell?

We’re almost at the cabin when the first rays of sunshine peek over the mountain. I glance down at Abigail’s face just as she blinks her eyes open. She focuses on me, and her lips tuck into a sleepy smile.

“We’re almost there,” I tell her softly, knowing her ear is still pressed against my chest. She doesn't talk, but her hearing seems to be fine.

I walk the rest of the way in silence with my content mate cradled against my chest. As if she couldn't get close enough, she rubs her cheek against my skin. Does she know what she’s doing? My cock is already hard again, and knowing she’s naked under this blanket doesn't help. First, she needs to rest and eat, I remind myself.

A few minutes later, my cabin comes into view. I’m far enough out that I don’t have to worry about locking my door, but normally, I at least close it. I guess I was in too much of a hurry to do so this time. My front door is hanging wide open. Leaves and dirt have been blown into my living room by the wind.

When I carry her into her new home, Abigail stirs in my arms. Her eyes go wide with wonder as she scans the inside of my cabin for the first time. I give her a moment to take it all in before I carry her up the stairs to my bedroom.

I don’t miss how her body tenses when she realizes where we are, and when I lay her down onto my bed, I can feel the fear radiating off her.

“Shhh,” I soothe her. “You know I won’t hurt you. Just relax for me.” My voice does seem to calm her, so I keep talking while I peel the blanket from her body. “I’m not going to fuck you again so soon, but I do want to look at you. I want to make sure you’re okay, and then I’m going to dress you in my clothes and feed you breakfast, okay?”

She nods, lowering her eyes away from me. Her cheeks turn a hue of pink, and I feel her embarrassment even before she clutches onto the blanket to hide herself from me.

“No reason to be shy now, Abbie. You do remember what we did earlier, right?”

She nods again but doesn’t let go of the blanket.

“Did you like what I did to you?”

Another nod, and then her fingers finally release the blanket. I pull it off her body in one swift move, making her gasp. For the first time, I take a good look at my mate. She is gorgeous. Her sunshine hair is framing her heart-shaped face, and her skin is smooth and pale with tiny freckles covering the bridge of her nose. She looks up at me with her big blue eyes, which hold all her secrets. Secrets I will uncover.

I let my gaze wander lower, down her neckline and over her dusty pink nipples that were made to be played with, sucked on, and worshiped. Her stomach is flat, and her waistline is narrow, but her hips are wide and perfect for me to hold while I take her from behind. Everything about her is flawless, but nothing is more beautiful than her little pussy nestled between her thighs. Just remembering what it felt like to be inside her has precum leaking from the tip of my dick. Which reminds me that I’m still naked as well.

“I’m going to be inside this cunt again later, but right now, we both need to get dressed.” I move away from the bed and start going through my drawers to find something she can wear. “It’s not much, but it will keep you warm and keep your body hidden from my sight. Maybe my cock won’t be painfully hard then.”

I take the sweatpants and T-shirt to her and help her get dressed. I’m sure she can do this by herself, but I like doing things for her, even if it’s something as mundane as getting dressed. She doesn't fight me on it, so I take it that she enjoys this as well.

Once she is covered up, I find myself something comfortable to wear. She remains sitting on the bed, waiting for me to give her direction. Instead of telling her, I simply pick her up and cradle her to my chest like I did before. She smiles before burying her face into my T-shirt.

I walk through the house and into the kitchen, where I place her on one of the chairs at the kitchen table. “Sit here while I fix us something to eat.”

It’s rare that I prepare anything in this kitchen. Most of the time, I simply go on a hunt and eat the meat I catch. That’s going to have to change, and I’ll have to get used to cooking again. Luckily, I have some canned fruit left in the cabinet. I open and pour three different cans into one large bowl and take it to the table with two forks as well as two cups of water.

“This is not much, but for now, I hope you like fruit salad.”

She nods and gives me a tiny smile while she takes the fork from my hand. I sit down next to her with my own fork and spear a piece of pear with it.

Before I pop it in my mouth, I ask, “Why is it you don’t talk, Abigail?”

Shaking her head, she raises her hand free and places her fingertips against her throat.

“Are you trying to say that you don’t have a voice?”

She nods, confirming what I was thinking.

“But that’s not true.” Her hand drops at my accusation, and her eyes go wide as if she can’t believe that I’m calling her out on this. “You know how I know that’s not true?” I lean into her, making sure she hears every word I’m saying. “Because when I buried my cock into your virgin pussy this morning, you moaned. If there was something wrong with your vocal cords, you wouldn't be able to moan.”

Her eyes go from shocked to confused, and I wonder if she doesn’t even know she could talk. “Can you tell me things by writing them down?”

She nods her head eagerly. Strands of her blond hair fly into her face as she does.

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