The Perfect Mate (Enduring Kiss)

by Black, C. E.

  My eyes widened as his body pressed against mine. My hands had flown to his chest when he grabbed me and I could feel the hard muscle bunching under my palms. I gripped his shirt in reaction. My gaze was still locked with his and the desire I saw nearly knocked me down.

  "Not so brave now, are you?" He said. My back stiffened, but he cut off my retort with his lips. His kiss was hard, demanding me to submit. I couldn't resist. My eyes closed and my hands slid to his shoulders, wrapping around his neck as I kissed him back. He nibbled on my bottom lip then licked the sting away. I parted for him and he plunged his tongue in deep. I angled my head and met each thrust with one of my own.

  His hands gripped my hips, pulling me closer. All thought of how we shouldn't be doing this was gone when his hardness pressed against my belly. I moaned at how good it felt. I moved against him and he pushed back. My breast were smashed against his chest; my nipple stiff and aching. His wet shirt was cold making the tips of my breast even harder. The need for his touch was so great I began to rub my chest against his.

  He glided his hands up my sides to cup my breasts between our bodies. I moaned into his mouth as his thumbs brushed my nipples. He pulled his mouth away nibbling down my chin. I gasped for breath as he licked a long stroke with his tongue down my neck. I leaned my head against the wall savoring the touch. He bent his knees slightly and put his mouth over the center of one breast. My breath caught when he sucked on my nipple through my shirt. Even through the layers of my bra and t-shirt, the feel of his mouth sucking me made my lower abdomen clinch.

  Just as I was about to beg for more, Paul pulled away. He straightened and wrapped his arms around my waist. "Let's go to your room," He whispered in my ear. A shiver ran down my spine at the sound of his deep sexy voice. It made me want to strip naked and arch like a, cat, or a wolf, I thought wryly. Then the meaning of his words broke through the fog in my brain, reminding me where we were. I took a deep breath and looked around. We were still in the hallway leaning against the wall inches from my bedroom door. He wanted to go to my room, that's what he said.

  Paul stepped back letting me go so he could take my hand. He started pulling me in the direction of my door when my mind finally began to clear. I dug in my heels pulling him back. "Wait," I said. Paul turned to look back at me and I struggled not to get lost in his eyes again. When I found my voice I said, "We shouldn't be doing this."

  Paul's grin was sinful. "Why not, we're both adults."

  "Well yeah, but..." I struggled for an excuse. "But I have to check on Becky."

  Paul teeth gleamed white as he smiled brightly at me. "That's not a problem. Sean's taking care of her." I gasped and turned to go to her, but Paul pulled me back.

  "Let me go! I have to go help her. I don't want her getting into trouble because of me."

  "It's okay, sweetheart. Sean's not going to hurt her. None of us were that mad, plus Sean's a big kid. He got a kick out it and probably wished he thought of it first. She's fine, I promise."

  Paul started pulling me towards the door again. "Wait," I said again.

  He stopped, letting out a frustrated sigh and turn back to look at me. "What's the problem? Don't tell me you aren't interested because obviously you are." He said looking down at my shirt which was wet from his mouth. Just him looking at me caused my nipples to pucker. When he chuckled I swear I saw red. I pulled my hand out of his and threw both my hands on my hips ready to give him some lip service of a different kind.

  "You listen here, you cocky ass. I don't feel like doing shit with you, so move out of my way. I'm going to bed. Alone." I started to stomp around him, but he grabbed my arm and pulled me back. I gave him the best glared I had. He still didn't let go.

  "Susan, I don't understand what the problem is. We're attracted to each other, so I know that's not it and I genuinely like you, Susan." He grinned making his eyes sparkle with mischief. "I really like it when you get feisty. Every time I see that fire in your eyes I want to grab you and kiss you until you melt in my arms."

  I looked up at him, my voice caught in my throat. He didn't sound cocky now. He sounded sweet and he was right. I was attracted to him and I liked him too, but I didn't know him well. I was still thinking when he leaned down and kissed me. This time it was a gentle caress, a teasing of his lips brushing against mine. He licked and nibbled until my lips parted for him. His tongue slid in and tangled softly with mine.

  He kept his hand on my arm, not touching me anywhere else, only his mouth on mine. It was the most intoxicating kiss I'd ever had. I got lost in that kiss and wondered why I was fighting so hard. He was right. We were adults and extremely attracted to each other. I could have sex with him and ease this burning need I've had for months now. It didn't have to be complicated, I thought, just one night of passion. Nothing more, although I had doubts that one night would be enough. I decided to take my chances.

  I eased back slowly pulling on his bottom lip with my teeth. He growled when I stepped back, but I didn't give him a chance to say anything. I took his hand in mine and led him to my room.

  Chapter 5

  Once the door was shut and locked, I walked to where Paul stood in the middle of the room. I watched the way his gaze traveled over me as I got closer and grinned. It felt good to be looked at like I was dessert. I reached for his t-shirt pulling it out of his pants and lifting it up. I couldn't reach far enough to take it off so he helped, throwing it on the floor when he was done. I placed my palms on his hard abdomen then slid them up his smooth chest.

  He didn't make any move to touch me so I looked up at him. He had his eyes closed, his jaw ticking. I smiled at the sight of him trying to hold back. I decided I could torture him until he let go and became the demanding lover I knew he'd be; that I wanted him to be. I leaned in and licked one flat brown nipple. He moaned but still didn't move. I nibbled the puckered flesh then blew cool air on him watching, satisfied as goose bumps spread across his skin. Just watching his reaction made my body heat up.

  I stepped back and pulled my t-shirt off dropping it with his. His eyes were open watching me intently. I kept my gaze fixed on his as I unsnapped the clasp on the front of my bra, but he didn't drop eye contact even as I slid it off. My breast felt heavy with need, begging to be touched. When he didn't move I placed a hand over one breast sliding it over the nipple and squeezing slightly. I moaned and was reward when his gaze fixed to my hand. He was crumbling, but still wasn't where I wanted him.

  I slid my other hand down my stomach to the button on my jeans. I smiled to myself as his eyes followed the movement. After undoing the button and lowering the zipper I pushed my hand inside finding my panties soaked. I groaned and threw my head back as my hips ground against my own hand. I should have been embarrassed to be getting off in front of him, but I wasn't, or I was too far gone to care.

  I looked back at him and was caught in his heated stare. My lips parted at the intensity in his eyes. I slipped my fingers under the elastic of my panties whimpering when my fingers met the wet swollen flesh. I swirled my finger over my clit while pinching my nipple with my other hand. It was all I needed. I came hard never looking away from Paul. My mouth opened and I cried out, my body shaking from the intensity of the orgasm.

  When the tremors began to decrease I pulled my hands away. That's when Paul moved. He grabbed the hand that had been rubbing my pussy and brought it too his mouth. My eyes widen as he licked each finger clean. Closing his eyes he growled. "You taste so good." His eyes opened again and I gasped at the heat that blazed through them. "That was the best show I've ever seen, but now it's my turn," He said with a wicked grin. I smiled back and reached for his pants.

  He stopped me by throwing me on the bed. I shrieked playfully as I bounced on the center of the light blue comforter. I looked over at him. He was standing by the queen sized bed looking over me. "Take your pants off," He growled and I grinned. Finally his self control was slipping. I did as he asked, throwing the pants over the edge of the bed. I was left in only my
white cotton thong.

  I looked back at him waiting for further instruction. "Turn over." I loved the sound of his sexy growl. I rolled onto my stomach, my arms by my side, keeping my head turned toward him. I didn't think I'd like a demanding lover, but I was wrong. I loved it. I was getting wet all over again thinking about what else he would tell me to do. As long as he kept the demands in the bedroom, we'd have a great time.

  His gaze lingered on my ass and I wiggled it for his benefit. The movement rubbed my clit against the bed and I moaned. "Don't move," He said. I stopped moving, but my breathing sped up to an almost pant. I was so hot and needy.

  He moved onto the bed and I sighed in relief. He was finally going to touch me. He positioned himself behind me and I waited. What happened wasn't what I expected. A hard slap echoed off the bedroom walls followed by a stinging sensation on the cheek of my ass. I jumped, but didn't move. No one had ever spanked me before and I was surprised to find I liked it. I wiggled my hips a little asking for more. He slapped my other cheek and I groaned.

  "I said, don't move," He growled and I smiled. I could play this game, I thought as I stilled my movements.

  "Good girl. Now, I was thinking you needed to be punished for your stunt with the condoms. What do you think?" I whimpered at the thought of his punishment. I could only guess at how good that would feel.

  He leaned over me, pressing himself against my ass and I groaned. He leaned closer and whispered in my ear. "I appreciated the show earlier. I enjoyed it immensely, but I haven't gotten off yet. I want to fuck your beautiful ass cheeks while I slapped them. I want to spank them until they turn bright red with my hand prints. Then I want to come all over your back. Can I do that to you Susan?" I groaned at his dirty talk. It sounded so naughty and I was all for it.

  He was waiting for my answer so I nodded eagerly. He growled his approval and licked the shell of my ear sending a tremor down my spine. He lifted himself off of me and stood by the bed again to pull off the rest of his clothes. My back felt cold without him against me, but I soon heated up at the sight of his naked body. He was big, all over. His thighs were as big as my waist and his cock was definitely Magnum sized.

  Paul gripped his cock pumping his wrist slowly, rubbing his thumb over the purple head. I licked my lips wanting a taste, but he growled and shook his head no. "I don't want your mouth, yet. I want that sweet ass first." I almost came right then. I couldn't wait to feel him against me and my legs began to move restlessly.

  Paul reached over and slapped my ass causing me to yelp in surprise. I looked up at him. "Uh uh. I said don't move." I groaned and buried my face into the comforter.

  My head jerked back up when the bed dipped. He was getting behind me and my breath quickened. "Lift up on your knees, but keep your shoulders down," He said. I did what he asked. He rubbed his palms over my ass spreading the cheeks apart. Suddenly I felt his cock rub against my pussy. It felt so good, I wanted to push back and demand more, but I kept still.

  "Good girl," Paul said and reached between my legs to fondle my clit. I moaned wanting him to fill me and end this torment, but he didn't. I whimpered when he moved away. He spread my ass again and placed himself between the cheeks lifting my hips up to get the best angle.

  He started thrusting up and down sliding easily from my juices that still cover his cock. I was concentrating on how good he felt that the slap startled me, but not for long. I groaned and waited patiently for the next. It came quickly on the other side. Then again and again. I was panting I was so turned on.

  "Oh God, that's good sweetheart. You feel so good and your ass looks hot with handprint." He groaned while rubbing his palms over the marks soothing some of the sting away.

  I was aching and couldn't take much more. I found my clit with my fingers and began to rub, but Paul reached around and knocked them away. I whimpered. "Please," I begged. I hated to beg, but I was getting desperate.

  Paul replace my fingers with his, rubbing in slow circles. "I got you sweetheart. Let go."

  "Paul!" I yelled out. I was going to come soon. I needed more. "Inside me, please," I cried out. He obliged by thrusting two fingers inside my pussy. That's all it took. I screamed his name into the comforter, my body pulsing and I couldn't help it, I rocked back into him. He slapped my ass and I cried out again.

  He growled long and low speeding up his thrusts against my ass. Then I felt wetness on my back and his movements stilled. He pulled away slowly and my hips collapsed to the bed. I lay there sprawled out completely spent. It was the best non sex I'd ever had.

  I was smiling when he lay beside me. He smiled back. "You look like the cat that got the cream. What are so pleased about?" He asked a twinkle in his eye. He leaned over and kissed me softly. I'd never seen him so relaxed before. It was a good sight to see.

  "Oh, nothing really," I said giving him a wicked grin. "Although, I did get some cream." He laughed. It was a beautiful laugh, full and masculine. It made me smile just hearing it.

  "I was also thinking how good that was, even though we didn't technically have sex," I said.

  He frowned. "You don't think that counted as sex?" He asked.

  I thought about it a moment, but came to the same conclusion. "No, I mean not really."

  "What would you consider as "technically sex"?"

  "Well, intercourse," I said giving him my 'are you dense' look.

  "Aahh, well as much as I'd love to have "intercourse" with you, we can't yet. So I guess we'll have to get creative until then," He said running his hand down my back to the curve of my ass rubbing his semen all over the stinging flesh. I ignored the wicked glint in his eyes.

  "What do you mean we can't yet? Sure we can. Give me a moment and we can right now."

  He gave me a quizzical look that I didn't understand, but he blew me away when he said, "Not until after the ceremony. You know that."

  I sat up onto my knees not caring about my nakedness and looked down at him in shock. "What ceremony?" I asked hesitantly.

  He sat up too and brought his hand to my face grazing his knuckles down my cheek. I'd normally find it a very sweet gesture, but I was too panicked to care. "What ceremony?" I asked again, this time through gritted teeth.

  He pulled his hand away and sighed. "The mating ceremony. Susan, we're mates."

  I blanched at his words. "What? I don't think so." I felt a little guilty when he flinched, but I wouldn't let myself comfort him. "Wouldn't I know if you were my mate? I mean, yeah, we have unbelievable chemistry, but mates? I just don't believe it."

  "I knew the first time I laid eyes on you. My wolf recognized yours. I tried to give you space when you started avoiding me, but I can't keep away from you anymore. I know you feel it. I see it every time you look at me."

  I looked down at my hands resting on my thighs. Was that what was going on, I asked myself? Were we mates and I didn't know it? Or was I just trying to deny what I already knew? The way I got caught in his gaze and the way my body responded to him, was so unusual for me. I wondered if he was right, but that didn't mean I had to like it.

  "Has your wolf been restless at all?" He asked softly.

  I looked up at him surprised by his question. "Yes, but I thought I just needed a run."

  "Did that help?"

  "No," I admitted looking down again. She was restless and I'd been trying to ignore her.

  "And how does she feel right now?" He asked.

  I closed my eyes and thought about my wolf. She was always there just under the surface waiting to be freed. Her face came into focus; her red fur glistening in the light of our soul. When I looked in her eyes, the same emerald green as mine, I saw she was happy yet not quite sated. She looked like she was waiting for more. Shit, I thought, pulling away from her. I opened my eyes and found myself staring into Paul's knowing gaze. I turned my head away without answering.

  "And the dreams? Didn't you wonder about the dreams?"

  I snapped my head up and narrowed my eyes. "How did you know about tho
se?" I demanded.

  He smiled gently, but it didn't quite meet his amber gaze. "Susan, didn't anyone ever tell you what happens when we find our mates?"

  "Yes," I said sharply. "My mother told me I would just know. That there would be no denying it."

  He nodded. "That's right and all the signs have been there for you to see. The attraction between us, our restless wolves, and the dreams, all lead us to our mate." When I started to shake my head he continued. "Those dreams were real, Susan. I was there too." He reached out and ran his hands through my hair tugging lightly on the ends. "That's why we never got to finish in the dreams. That's how it works until we're fully mated.

  I couldn't believe what I was hearing. Paul was my mate. I couldn't deny it anymore. My life was over as I knew it. My freedom was gone. From now on I would only be known as Paul's mate and the mother of his children. I felt wetness on my cheek and was surprised to find that I was crying.

  "Susan," Paul whispered like he was in pain. I look up at him through blurry eyes. He looked confused and hurt. "Sweetheart, I don't understand why you're crying. As wolves we look for our mate our whole lives. Only the blessed find them. Why aren't you happy? I'm not that bad a guy," He said smirking a little, but it died quickly. "I promise to do anything and everything to make you happy," He declared seriously.

  I looked away from his pleading eyes. I knew what he meant. We were lucky in some ways to find each other early in life. Sometimes a werewolf didn't find their mate until they were older or not at all. But he just didn't understand. He said he would do anything and everything to make me happy, but I would never be completely happy as his mate, not with my freedom gone.

  "I'm not ready," I whispered to myself. I looked at him and said louder. "I'm not ready to be a mate."

  "You mean my mate," He growled. I shook my head to deny what I knew he was thinking, but he cut me off. "You don't want me. I should have seen this coming with the way you were avoiding me. What, am I too much of a redneck, southern boy for you? Maybe you were holding out for someone with a little more class?"