Fated is overrated

Speaking of which, though, Zane doesn't carry my mark yet. I don't carry either of theirs as well, but I want to save that for a special moment. Specifically - for the first time we really mate all the way. I have to admit I am a bit nervous for that and how it would work with 2 mates, but I'm sure everything will figure itself out, as it has done thus far.

That being said, I see the longing in Zane's eyes when looking at Zeke's mark, and I am ready to mark him now. I tousle one of my hands through his hair softly, before moving it to cup his beautiful serene face.

As my other hand rests on his chest, slowly descending bit by bit, Zane begins to stir in his sleep. I smile at the softness of his expression, and the slow smile creeping up on his face despite still being fast asleep.novelbin

My hand reaches his abs, and I find it slowly tracing the lines of each single peck of muscle. It must tickle him somehow, as he begins to stir more and more. Yet, he still isn't waking up.

It isn't until I reach his already hard c*ck and start stroking it, that his eyes fly open. He looks dumbfounded for a split second, before it dawns on him what is going on.

"Just so you know, feel free to wake me up like that ANY time you have the urge" he smiles broadly at me, before planting his lips on mine. I slip my tongue in and we start to kiss sensually, pouring all the feelings I have for him into the kiss.

He moans softly, while I continue to pump my hand up and down his shaft. When his breathing gets more ragged and uncontrolled, I pull my lips away from his. The wanton look on his face has my p*ssy clenching in need, but this is not about me. It's about him

now.

He groans, probably having smelled my arousal, and moves one of his hands towards my p*ssy. I use my hand that was covering his face to stop it, at which he looks at me a little confused. Many paragraphs are missing. Read the complete book on J o=b n-lb. c (o) m. I guide his hand to my face, as I move mine to squeeze his buttocks tightly.

He moans loudly in response, and his breathing picks up even more. I know he is close to tipping over the edge, so I move my head towards the crook of his neck, elongating my canines and scraping them against his neck briefly, before whispering into his ear "may 1?". "Y-y-yes" he breathes out heavily, and I waste no time sinking my canines into his neck. Right on cue, his breathing starts to come in gasps, and he moans louder than ever while shooting his load into my hand, the bed and partially my belly. I leave my canines in until the last drop of his cum comes dripping out, before retracting my canines and licking his mark, sealing it shut.

As the mate bond kicks into place, I feel an incredibly large amount of love and adoration slam into me. 'I f*cking love you, Lola. I love you so f*cking much' Zane sounds in my head, before pressing his lips to mine. I know Zane is the more " emotional" of the 2 and would probably feel bad if I didn't say it back yet, but love is a powerful word for me.

It takes time for me to actually love someone. Besides my dad and brother that is, that happened fairly quickly. I am a weird little d*ckhead, I know, as I just decided to bond us together for life and yet I can't say a simple "I love you" back. But when the time comes where I will speak the words aloud, I want to make sure I mean them with all of my heart.

As I don't respond to him and just keep my lips pressed to his, I feel the insecurity and sadness creeping up on him. I pull back slightly to look at him. "I'm sorry Zane, I..." I start to explain goddess knows what, before he thankfully interrupts me. "It's fine Lola, you'll say it back when you are ready" he says with a forced smile I can see right through. No, it's not fine. Why can't I say it back?