Page 5 of Undesired Mate

That hope is crushed when he clears his throat and barks out the order, “Hurry up, I don’t have all day.”

I quickly strip out of the rest of my clothes, and hand him the pile. He takes it and spins around to leave the room. “Bathroom is attached, take a shower if you want. After that, go to sleep and don’t leave this room until I come and get you.”

And with that, he closes the door behind him, leaving me standing completely naked in the center of the room. I wrap my arms around myself, wishing Levi would come back and wrap his thick arms around me instead. Can he feel my pain? Feel the yearning I have for him? Most importantly, does he care?

Taking his suggestion, I decide to take a quick shower before I dress in the clean clothes he left me. Stepping into his bathroom, I turn on the shower and wait for it to turn warm before I step underneath. The hot water feels glorious on my skin. I take some soap and start lathering my body. When I get between my legs, I notice how sensitive that part of me is and as I rub the soap over my pussy, I can’t help but pay special attention to my swollen clit.

I’ve never made myself come before, since shifters don’t get aroused other than with their mate. Since my mate is not willing to take the growing ache between my legs away, I guess I can do it myself.

Closing my eyes, I rub my clit until the pleasure builds. It feels amazing, but I don’t know if I can make myself come, not until I start to imagine Levi between my legs. His tongue, his hard cock… his fingers on my clit while he takes me from behind.

I continue rubbing my clit while imagining all the things my mate should be doing to me until the pleasure overflows. My back arches, and I throw my head back with a moan as I come apart on my own fingers.

Leaning against the shower wall, I catch my breath. Opening my eyes, I take in the empty bathroom. Sadness overcomes me once more. It should have been my mate making me come for the first time. It should have been Levi’s fingers covered in my release. Instead, the hot water washes all my hopes and dreams away with the come on my fingers.

I turn off the water and step out of the shower. Grabbing a towel from the hook next to the door, I wrap the fluffy fabric around my body and dry off. When I’m dry, I walk back into Levi’s bedroom to get dressed in the clothes Levi left for me. They are way too big, of course, but they feel good against my skin, and I like the idea of having his scent rubbing all over me, even if it’s just the smell of his clothes.

Climbing into his bed, I cuddle up under the blanket and turn my face into his pillow. His scent is even stronger here, and the wolf inside me goes insane. I feel my pussy clenching around nothing, wishing my mate was inside of me. Ugh, I’m so fucking horny. He must smell my arousal from the other room. How is he strong enough to overcome this pull?

Squeezing my eyes shut, I try to go to sleep. I’m so exhausted, and the bed is extremely comfortable, but my wolf just won’t shut up. I want Levi. And I want him now. Before I can think about it further, I throw the blanket off my body and jump out of the bed. Not caring about his instructions to stay in the room, I tiptoe outside into the living space.

I find him lying on the couch, his chest bare while a blanket is thrown over his legs. A blanket that is showing a huge tent right now. He is hard, very hard. I take another step toward him, and his eyes fly open.

“Didn’t I tell you to stay in the room?” he asks, not even trying to hide his hard-on from me.

“I can’t sleep. My wolf wants?—”

“I know what you want, and it’s not happening. Not until you are telling me the truth. So unless you are ready to talk, walk your ass back into the bedroom.” When I don’t say anything for a few moments, he adds, “Now!”

Defeated and rejected once again, I walk back the way I came, with my head hanging low. I wish I could tell him, but after the reaction I got from my pack, I’m too scared. My wolf whimpers inside my head.

I know. I’m disappointed too.

Climbing back into the bed, I wrap his blanket around myself and curl up in a ball. At least I’m not starving and cold anymore. Yet, somehow, I feel even more broken than before. I finally give in to the tears, letting them roll down my face freely as the pain of rejection wrecks my body.

3

LEVI

“What the fuckam I going to do?” I mutter.

Her incessant crying destroys any chance I have of sleeping. All the whispers I’ve endured for years that I may never mate come surging up to my thoughts. Anger boils from my stomach at how cruel fate has treated me.

To finally mate, but to a female that has literally no standing in any pack. Am I cursed? Do my ancestors abandon me? Not able to sleep, I sit up. A deep growl escapes my lips almost involuntarily.

My wolf. He doesn’t care about my concerns. All he cares about is fucking his mate. He intends to have his way with her.

“Listen to me.” I breathe.

I can barely get the words out. He is fighting me harder than he ever has. I can feel him thrashing against my mind. I hold fast, and he stills, waiting to hear my terms.

“I will give you relief. Our scent will be on her. But we are not breeding her. Not yet.”

A few moments pass, and he retreats back to the recesses of my mind. I get the impression that he will be watching very closely. I don’t blame him. Our wolves are ancient spirits. That’s why they don’t feel any attraction to other wolves unless it’s their mate.

Remembering the old tales of my youth makes me look at Clara differently. Our wolves have been mates for no one knows how long. Who am I to keep him away from her?

Standing up, I intend to make good on my promise to him. I have to get my scent on her. That will offer a modicum of protection. Not in the same way as my mark, though.

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