The Alpha's Unwanted Mate

Chapter 15

Celeste nodded, groaning breathlessly. “I’ll do any—anything you want me to.” She stretched out her arm, reaching for him. “Just please...touch me.”

Zillon stepped back over to the bed, sitting at the very edge of it. He was feeling a little uncomfortable as if he was about to do something wrong, but somehow, something inside of him told him that it was the right thing to do.

Perhaps it was the beast inside of him, or the matebond that was strong enough to almost control him. He wasn’t sure what it was, but it egged him on, it made lust travel from the depths of his mind to the tip of his c*ck.

“Have you ever done this before?” He asked, words coming out in a coarse yet subdued tone.

Celeste shook her head, writhing against the bed. “My first kiss, my virginity...everything was saved for you. Nobody but my parents and you have ever seen me naked. I-I’m all yours.”

A growl seeped through Zillon’s lips, his eyes flashing to orange for a second before turning back to black. “Unclench your legs.”

Celeste was hesitant, but she obeyed, her legs slipping wide open, revealing her most private possession. It was as wet as the ocean, her little pink bud shining like a star even beneath the bright artificial light.

Zillon couldn’t hold back, he growled possessively as he settled between her legs. “F*ck.” He breathed out.

His hand ran along the prominent curve of her breast, squeezing the succulent flesh beneath his palm. “Are you sure you want this? It’ll mean nothing tomorrow, I’ll treat you just the same.”

Celeste’s eyes flickered away as she nodded, feeling the slight pain of dejection. “I...I want you...I—you’re my mate.”

“But I’m not yours, I’m Celia’s.”

“Regardless of that...” Celeste started, blinking the glossiness from her eyes. “I am yours.”

Zillon assessed her properly, wondering if she was being serious. After all he’d done and all he’d said, she had the heart to declare that. She was a sweetheart, just not his sweetheart.

Loosening his hand around her breast, he ran it along her stomach until it resided between the wettest part of her legs. Celeste moaned against his ear, shuffling desperately beneath him as he circled her clit with a finger.

He continued to toy with her until her legs quivered like the sound of her wanton moans.

“Z-Zillon....” She kept moaning, tempting him to take her, to lose control. His c*ck was as hard as a rock and desperation ran from his balls to the very tip of it.

He wanted to take her, his instinct was urging him to, but she was a virgin —inexperienced, vulnerable and innocent— he had to take his time. He might not have wanted to be her mate, but tonight, the least he could do while taking away something so precious to her...was act like one.

Leaning down, his lips traced her soft, silky skin, savouring the taste of it. Like mint tea it tasted, sweet, calming, more prominent than the taste of Celia’s.

Even her scent was stronger, and every time he looked at her, she seem to get even prettier. He wondered why he hadn’t seen her before, well he had, but he paid her no mind since she was always in the shadows. Now she had stepped out of it and yet he still refused to see her.

Sighing, his lips skimmed over her neck, making its way down to her stiff, pink nipple. His tongue gave it a swipe, drawing a whimper from Celeste’s lips.

“Zi-Zillon please...”

Zillon looked up at her, staring straight into her beads of desperation. “What exactly do you want?”

“I...I don’t...I don’t... know.”

“I do though.” He redirected his hand, bringing it exactly where he knew she wanted it. Warmth, the soaking wet, that’s all he felt beneath his fingers and he could feel just how tight she was when he finally decided forced one digit in.

Celeste moaned out, fingers gripping onto the bedsheets. She felt as though she was locked behind the walls of heaven. His touch seem to have magic beneath it, everything he did made slick leak like a fountain out of her. She wondered if he could feel it, how wet she was for him, how deep in lust she had dug for him, how...

A breathless moan slipped from her mouth when he rotated his finger then forcibly slid another inside. It wasn’t painful, or better yet, the pain wasn’t unbearable but it was new, a feeling that she wasn’t at all used to.

“Zill... Zillon.” She pulled the sheets tighter, feeling nothing but ecstasy when he again took her nipple into his mouth. He sucked at the stiff flesh until the bud became flaccid in his mouth.

Only then did he pull away, dark eyes finding hers. “How do you feel now? Better?”

Celeste nodded despite the fact that she could still feel it, the heat, the crave that resided in the pit of her stomach...it wasn’t as prominent as it was before, but it was there.

“Then do you still want to do this? Are you ready?”

Celeste nodded again, loosening her grip on the sheet to wrap her arms around him. “I am.”

Slowly, Zillon slid his fingers out, eyes fixated at her as he tugged the real beast out of his underwear. “Alright then.”

He situated it at the mouth of what he knew would be heaven, then leaned down, taking her lips between his in a kiss.

Celeste was a bit surprised by his action, her lips stiff as his moved diligently against her. She wasn’t sure what to do, how to do it, she was just lost until he pulled back, giving her an annoyed look. “Kiss back, Celeste. Open your mouth.”

“I...I—”

He didn’t let her finish, his lips descended upon hers once more, moving faster than they were before. Celeste hugged him tighter, pushing away her diffidence as she tried to kiss him back.

Never in her life had she thought that she’d one day have her crush between her legs making love to her, never did she think his lips would ever touch hers.

But look at her now, barely able to think as his lips dumbed her, sucking every single life out of hers. It was all a bliss, a never-ending bliss until the thing that poked her entrance, started to enter.

The bliss ended right there.