The Lost Mate

Max Mature

I’d saved up money all year to make our first trip together memorable for Lillian. She’d done the same, so for a few days the sky was basically the limit.

I didn’t care much about that, though. The important part was that we would be all alone without the pack looking over our shoulders. Sure, we were surrounded by anonymous humans, but I definitely didn’t care what they thought about anything, as long as they didn’t interrupt us.

Mom had lent me her car and Dad let me use his card to pay for a hotel room as a gift to us. Will couldn’t understand the difference between a hotel after grad and a hotel now, but the difference was this entire trip was about Lillian and me, kind of like a honeymoon and not just some celebratory afterthought to graduation. We checked into the hotel and went out to supper at a nice restaurant with good food I could barely appreciate in my anticipation, and then I took her back to our room.

My heart pounded as we rode up the elevator. She was so beautiful, every angle of her face, the gentle slope of her neck, her silky brown hair, the curving lines of her body, and she was all mine and it was about to happen. I was excited and nervous, but mostly excited.

Lillian clung to my hand tighter than usual. I guessed she was a bit nervous, too.

“You okay?” I asked as I slipped the keycard into the slot and pulled the door open to reveal the room. It wasn’t anything too fancy, standard furniture, mini fridge, a few paintings, but the privacy it offered was amazing.

“I’m okay,” she said. She shut the door behind her and smiled at me. My heart pounded.

“We can wait if you’re not ready.” I could barely force my reluctant words out, but I managed and I meant them.

“I am ready. Are you?”

“Are you really not sure about that? I’ve never been more ready.” I was sick of waiting and ready to completely have her now that I finally had her all to myself.

She smiled and I kissed her, exactly the way I knew she liked, slowly and sensually.

The one advantage to being forced to wait for so long to complete our bond by interfering authority figures was by now I knew everything about her body. Sure, our explorations had been rushed and furtive, but I had already learned exactly how to please her. In addition to my experience, I’d also received a ton of unsolicited and obvious advice from a bunch of older wolves, everything from “Make sure you go slow,” and “Don’t let your wolf overwhelm you,” to “Jerk off beforehand so you last longer.”

I just listened without complaint. It was like they believed I didn’t know my mate or something. I’d be insulted except I didn’t care what anyone besides us thought.

Without warning, I scooped her up like a princess. She shrieked and then giggled as I deposited her on the bed. She looked beautiful lying there, and I paused to admire her as I knelt between her legs. “You’re so beautiful.”

“You’re pretty good yourself,” she responded, unable to hide her blush. I leaned down over her so that my erection rested right where it belonged, and started kissing her again. She enthusiastically returned my kiss, wrapping her arms around me while I ground into her, before working my way down her neck, and then cupping her breast with one hand while I kissed her again.

I ran my hand down to the bottom of her skirt and pushed it up to her hip. I moved to allow room for my hand between us and pushed aside her sexy lacy underwear and found her heat. She was wet already, and it made my wolf puff up with pride that she was so eager to mate. She whimpered and moaned as I stroked her lightly and the gasp she made when I slipped my finger inside her made me even harder, if that were physically possible. I could only imagine how great she would feel once I was inside her.

Because I was out of patience—I’d been patient for such a long time already—I pulled off her underwear and kissed down until my face was between her legs, working my way along her thighs. Then I licked and sucked when I reached the centre of her, drawing on all my accumulated experience.

She writhed and came on the bed. She was so unbelievably sexy.

“I can’t wait any longer,” I admitted, hoping she really was ready.

She just smiled as she started pulling off the rest of her clothing. I did the same, and moments later I was on top of her, lined up with the entrance to her body. I was caught between two pulls, the overwhelming desire to be inside her, and the fear of hurting her.

She sensed my hesitation and brought her lips to mine. “Now, Max.”

Gritting my teeth, I slowly pushed inside her past any resistance. I could barely focus on anything but how good it felt, so much better than even the blowjobs she gave and that was a high bar. My head was swimming with the sensations. Once I was in as far as I could go, I paused and met her eyes. She smiled and pushed her hips towards me, so I moved, watching her face carefully for any sign of discomfort. When I saw none, I moved faster and harder, and her little gasps and heavy breathing drove me on.

In spite of my best efforts at restraint, I knew I couldn’t hold on much longer, so I worked my way down her neck again. This was it. This was forever. My canines bit into her skin, and hers bit into mine a second later, and I exploded, and she followed as we marked each other, our already strong connection solidifying even more than before.

Once the first unbelievable rush of satisfaction ended and my brain cleared, I realized I probably was resting too much weight on her and lifted myself us much as her tightly wrapped legs would allow me. “I didn’t hurt you too much?”

“I’m good,” she said, and her wide smile made her statement very believable.

“That was the best thing ever, Lily.”

“It was. Let’s do it again.”

I loved this girl. I was the luckiest wolf. “Give me five minutes until my legs start working again.” I slipped out and shuddered, and rolled over so she was on top of me.

“And don’t call me ‘Lily’, Max. I’m a person, not a flower.” She tried to look stern but her smile still peeked out and made my heart pound.

“More beautiful than a flower, and you smell better, too.”

“Did you plan that ahead?” She was so cute when she tried to keep a straight face.

“Ouch. Caught out so quickly.” She didn’t like the nickname and had told me not to call her that a dozen times before, but it just fit her. I’d been saving that line for a special occasion hoping to convince her otherwise. What an epic fail.

Or maybe not so epic, since either way I had the rest of my life with my mate ahead of me. She leaned down on my chest. She was so beautiful, from her soft brown hair to the tips of her toes, and I paused to admire what I could see of the goodies along the way. No surprise that I was already excited again with that sexy display.

She pecked me on the lips. “I love you, Max.”

“Love you, too, Lillian. Forever.”

“Forever.”