Fated is overrated

This seems to be at Zeke's great displeasure, as he slaps his c*ck a few more times again before pulling back, saying "I want to hear you moan, Lola". I whisper back "there's someone at the door...". He thrusts 2 fingers inside me, his tip moving up and down against my c**t slowly, while saying "I don't care, baby girl. I want to hear you moan my name". I arch my back to press his fingers even deeper.

But I still bite my cheek to prevent from moaning, leaving Zeke to retract his fingers. "ZEKE!" I almost yell. "You know what you have to do..." he smirks back at me, and I decide right then and there that I DO know what to do. I jump up from the bed and pounce on him. I overpower him quickly, as he didn't see the move coming.

As I am laying on top of him stark naked, his perfectly sculpted body and delicious c*ck pressing against me, I start rubbing myself against him. I pin his hands above his head while picking up my pace and whispering in his ear "you have been a bad boy, denying your fated mate like that". I let out some pants and soft moans in between, before continuing "and naughty boys deserve a naughty punishment".

As I feel my pleasure is close to tipping over, I feel Zeke stirring a bit below me. Before I can register what he is doing, I feel a hard slap landing on my b**t. "so do you, baby girl".

Rather than being offended or appalled, I find myself being aroused as f*ck by the slap, and my o****m comes crashing through me. Before I can regroup my brain cells to think about the person at the door, a loud moan comes barging out of my mouth uncontrollably. "F*ckkkk" I breathe out, as I ride the last waves of my o****m. I haven't come down from my high yet, when Damon mind links me with a hint of humor in his voice 'having fun, care bear?'. I freeze on the spot. Horrified, f*cking horrified is how I am feeling right now. Zeke POV

Right after she lets out the most delicious moan, she freezes on the spot instantly when her eyes glaze over. Whoever is on the other side of the door, must have mind linked her as I feel embarrassment flooding her through our bond.

On cue, her cheeks turn a bright red instantly, and her eyes widen in shock. "F*CK" she yells, before jolting off of me, off the bed, and towards her closet to grab clothes. I am still horny as hell and hard as a rock, but I am also amused with her embarrassment at getting caught.

Zane and I are hardly ever embarrassed, and we especially don't care about getting caught making love to our mate. In fact, I take great pleasure and pride in making her moan like that.

It would be even better if she moaned my name like that, but I'll take what I can get for now. I am stunned that she went as far with us as she did to begin with.

Never in a million years would I have expected her to get to this point within the next 6 months or so. She is so perfect in every f*cking way, I can't get over how much I adore this girl. And not to mention, she is smoking hot. I had daydreamed about this quite a lot, but it definitely didn't compare to the real deal.

Lola comes rushing out, fully clothed, whisper screaming "get in the bathroom please, my brother is here". Zane laughs, before saying "I don't care baby, he's seen me naked before".

Her face flushes even more, and she is left speechless for a second, before replying "but I care! I don't want my brother to know what we...". She looks so awkward and shy talking about this, it's adorable.

"OK, we'll head to the bathroom. Let's go brother" I order Zane, not wanting to embarrass her further. Both of us give her a soft kiss on the lips when passing her towards the bathroom.

I don't think she notices, but even with just a kiss she lets out these soft, content moans. It's as heartwarming as it is hot. Altogether, I am feeling a lot less insecure about our relationship than I was earlier.

As we are waiting in the bathroom, we hear Damon come in. We hear some chuckles and laughter, but no actual talking, which probably means they are mind linking in order for us to not be able to hear them. Smart, considering we have excellent hearing. It stays that way for a bit, before we suddenly hear Damon speaking loudly.

"Oh, hey sis, Felix, the warlock prince, is waiting downstairs for you. He heard about what happened and insisted on coming to see you". I can't suppress the deafening growl that erupts from my throat and, judging by an equally vicious one from him, neither can Zane.

My overprotectiveness and jealousy are absolutely through the f*cking roof right now. Although she has marked us, we haven't marked her back, and nobody is able to see that she is bonded to us now.

Newly marked and mated Lycans are obsessive with their mates to begin with, but it is even worse when the process is midway and hasn't been completed yet. It makes me feel all kinds of insecure, jealous, angry. You name it, and I'm feeling it right about now. Within a split second, Zane is busting through the door and rushing towards Lola already. I am hot on his tail, needing to hold my mate equally bad as he does.

Damon is hunched over, laughing and coughing in his laughter, the prick. Zane and I sandwich Lola upon instinct, and I take some deep breaths to inhale her scent, calming myself a little, before I go down there and declare war with the magic kingdom by ripping him to pieces. Who does this little sh*thead think he is?

He knows she is our mate! "MINE" Zane and I both declare simultaneously. Lola on the other hand is dead silent, and her cheeks are so red, they are actually burning with heat. Which builds my anxiety even more. Does she like him?! It isn't until she glances down at our naked bodies pressed against her, that I understand why she is so flustered.