The Alpha's Unwanted Mate

Chapter 16

Celeste screamed out, and instead of pulling him closer, she started to push him away. It felt as though she was being split right open, the pain was immense, seemingly unbearable and she wanted it gone.

But no matter how hard she pushed, Zillon didn’t move. He kept putting it in, deeper, hurting her with every inch he inserted.

“Stop pushing, calm down, just breathe. It’ll hurt more if you keep moving around.”

Tears blessed Celeste’s eyes as she weakly pushed against his chest. “Stop...please.”

Zillon sighed, ceasing his movements. “Celeste...” He warned, certainly annoyed.

Celeste turned away from him, wiping at her tears. “I-It hurts.”

“I know, but you have to calm down, it’ll feel good soon.”

“But...”

Zillon shook his head. “Just trust me, at least this once.”

Celeste sniffled, peeking over at him. “I...alright.”

Slowly, Zillon restarted the process of burying himself inside of her, teeth gritting to hold back a groan of pleasure. She was as tight as an angry fist, her walls almost stifling his shaft.

The pleasure was unreal, and her whimpers of pain almost unheard. With another push, he was sheathed inside, a breath of agony leaving his lips when she clenched even tighter around him.

Why was the moon goddess doing this to him?

Was this a punishment, a curse or a f*cking blessing?

Retracting his hips —slowly, cautiously; as to not hurt her as much as he already had— he thrust back inside, feeling higher than cloud nine, higher than he’s ever been.

There was this unfamiliar feeling running through his veins, a sense of security, one of belongingness.

It wasn’t just the matebond, he knew. This feeling seemed different. It made him feel like he had finally found the missing piece to his puzzle. It kept telling him that she belonged right where she was; beneath him, claimed, f*cked the life out of.

It kept telling him she was his, that he was hers, that they belonged.

He had f*cked Celia more times than he could count and he had never felt like this. Maybe Celeste really was his true mate, maybe they really did belong.

Slowly stroking her again, he leaned down, placing a kiss on her forehead. “Just calm down, Kitten. No more crying.”

He extended a hand, using it to wipe the tears that laid on her cheeks. Seeing them there didn’t set right with him, she was suppose to be writhing in pleasure, not crying in pain. “Do you not trust me?”

Celeste nodded, holding onto him for dear life. “I...do.”

“Then spread your legs wider, hold onto me even tighter, get comfortable kitten, because I’ll make you feel what you never dreamt of feeling.”

Celeste did as told, beady eyes watching as he buried his head in the crook of her neck. He inhaled her scent, then flicked his tongue out to taste the sweat she knew resided on her neck.

His thrusts were still painful, every single one of them felt like needles lodging then dislodging from her walls. But for him she’d bear it, he asked for her trust and she’d give it to him.

Whimpering, Celeste spread her trembling legs even wider, wanting to give him more access while his lips; plump and moist played with her skin.

They left open mouthed kisses down her neck on their way to her chest, kisses that felt like electricity against her skin.

A moan left her lips when his tongue ran over her nipple, and an even louder one slipped through when he took it into his mouth. He sucked at the stiff bud, driving her straight off the edge.

Celeste wasn’t sure how, but she felt kind of good, especially when he thrust deeper. The pain was sweet now and that was something she couldn’t understand.

But she’d be damned if she wanted to.

Throwing her head back, she cried out, legs quivering with a greater force. “Z...Zillon!”

“Hmm?” Zillon answered, thrusting deeper, deeper still.

“Do...d-do that again...please.”

Zillon tilted his head in confusion, but acquiesced none the less. He retracted his hips and rotated them on his way back inside hammering into something that took Celeste way pass cloud. “Did I find the spot?”

Celeste wasn’t sure what he was talking about, but if it had something to do with what he just touch, then...”Yes!”

Zillon nodded, pride swelling in his chest as he proceeded to hit that same spot over and over again. He wanted to please his mate, his possession. In this very moment he wanted to make her happy, to make her feel nothing but pleasure.

Every inch of her skin was his to touch, he owned her for she was gifted to him by the moon goddess herself. She was his, now and forever more.

Quickening his thrust, he growled, sinking even deeper into her. For some reason, his instincts as a wolf was what was leading him now. He could feel as his teeth retracted and he knew just where they wanted to latch onto.

In the crook of her neck Zillon once again laid his head, sniffing for the mark he had left on her. She was his, nothing was wrong with claiming her again.

As soon as he found it, he bit into it, savouring the taste of her blood and the loud, booming sound of her surprised scream. Her trembling legs curled around him and her fingernails clawed his back as she came.

He could smell the scent of it, so good that it induced his own. Semen poured out of the tip of his c*ck, her name falling from his lips as he came right inside of her filling her up to the brim.

He wanted her full of him, so that nine months from now, she could be the bearer of his pups.