The Mate Ch. 01

"Shit! My fucking arms and legs, God! Fucking asshole...shit..." I collapsed and crumpled to the ground in pain. My own warm blood pooled around me on the brown dirt of the earth. Shouts and bombs went off, guns firing in a blaze of patriotic glory. The world grew darker. I writhed in pain.

When I closed my eyes, the bullets had already dug in deep. I prayed to God that I wouldn't die here - not like this.

I had family back home. I had friends waiting patiently for my return. I had people in my battalion that depended on me right now.

In short flashes, I imagined the horror and shock that would pass over my parents' faces when they would hear the news from those in uniform. My heart ached, from physical and emotional pain.

When I opened my eyes again, the world looked as if it were moving in slow motion. Private Douglas, my friend since elementary school, was rushing towards me with a seemingly almost humorous lethargy. The shock on his face drained him of color, and I noticed there was a new gash down his handsomely rugged cheek. His eyes were filled with pain, love, fear, and anger.

This was the first time I've ever seen him look fearful - even when we were kids and his dad was sent to Afghanistan for nearly two years. Douglas was always strong, always stable. I became worried. Out of all the people I knew, I thought he would never break, even at moments like this.

Inwardly, I hoped that he lived out of all the people in my troop and would eventually get a good woman by his side. I was sad that his love for me was useless now that I was dying, and that I knew I was dying.

I felt Private Douglas lift me up in the foggy smokescreen haze and run, and with each heavy step, I cried out involuntarily. We managed to get past by the entire site, avoiding enemy or friendly fire in an amazing burst of inhuman speed on his side, until something else ripped me from his arms.

I managed to look back at Douglas from the angle of this stranger's hold. I felt oddly comfortable, and the pain that rushed through me earlier disappeared.

Douglas was pissed, and he tried chasing after us with that strange speed again. I wondered, with a tired mind, how he could have gotten that fast. As kids, he always lost in speed races with me.

I almost laughed. I was dying, and I was concerned about his speed.

I prayed to God that He Himself would watch over Douglas and the rest of the troop.

It was then when I fell unconscious.

~

"Tired." I rolled over in the soft feather bed and yawned, stretching.

I haven't felt this good in a long time, I noticed. The sun was bright, streaming through windows I didn't want to bother opening my eyes for. I felt someone near, but I didn't want to even acknowledge them. I felt so damned good; I hadn't felt like this in ages.

Someone's hand stroked my hair. I groaned in pleasure and snuggled under the soft lavender scented sheets, loving the linens against my skin. Someone slipped into the bed with me.

A deep masculine voice chuckled. "I suppose that you want more of my touch, little one." I felt the large pad of a thumb brush across my nipple, and dear God I didn't mean it, my teats puckered under that heavenly hand.

I yelped and my eyes snapped open, my mind still fuzzy with a good night's heavy sleep.

Oh God, I really did die.

I really did die. I arrived in Heaven - or maybe Hell?

A devil with light blond hair and icy blue eyes smiled at me like I was the Virgin Mary in the flesh, waiting for his sinful, seductive touch. He reached between my legs, and I blushed when I realized that I was actually wearing nothing at all. I couldn't help it when I spread my light brown legs for him, letting him slide in a few fingers to test my wetness.

He closed the eyes that had been watching me the entire time and got on top of me, his shoulders broad and his body just as nude as mine. He kissed me nice and slow, sweet and bitter with cold and new found warmth. Our tongues swirled in a lover's embrace. The only sound I could hear was our kissing, sucking sounds echoing throughout the room.

I sighed and brushed my fingers against his pink nipples, loving the way they hardened under my touch. He made me jolt when he added another digit of him in me, making me jerk against his hand desperately. I slid my hands down his muscular, slim abdomen, loving how he grunted when I popped his little teat into my mouth like candy. Sucking on the pink gumdrop in my mouth, I reached lower and massaged his muscular ass.

Mmn. My hands slid lower, and I was shocked.

He was a big, bad wolf. Bigger than any I've ever known. I shivered in anticipation, knowing that no way in the good Lord's name that I could handle that size. By myself with a couple of dildos, I could only achieve four inches in the back and front - and that's pretty darn miniscule compared to this beast. He was big, oh-so-damn big, and I wanted him to pound my aching, dripping cunt. I wanted to taste him. I wanted all of him, this Adonis, no matter what it would take.

He spanked my ass three times, sending a sharp sting across my plump bottom, and I looked up into his eyes. They spoke mischief; they spoke promise. His wolfish smile was what really set me off and brought me to orgasm without any warning.

I saw stars, and my body was already thrashing with pleasure. I heard a soft, sweet, light moan - and I realized that it came from me. My wolf of a man growled in desire and slowly entered my body, finding me more than acceptable.

I whimpered, feeling that he was filling me to the brim much too much for me to bear. I couldn't help but wriggle my hips, and I loved it when he hissed and surprised me by gently rubbing my clit.

"Oh." Sighing in bliss, I melted under his touch.

Mmn.

Oh yes, this was Hell, and he was Temptation and I the Sinner. As if he knew, he met me eye to eye. I trembled in desire from that look of his, and I felt wanton for loving the fact that he was stretching me to the extremes.

He nipped at my ear. I shivered.

When he started moving, I was robbed of breath. This must have been a pagan heaven, because no Christian Hell would ever let me feel this way. I hoped that this would be a constant action in my afterlife, enjoying sex over and over again.

"Faster. Oh, oh Lord. Oh my. Ohhh." His large hands gripped my hips easily and he dove in, his expression that of the primitive sensual delight of a male staking his claim on a female. After a while, I felt the same, loving how he dominated me. He was pounding my g-spot mercilessly, the brush of his groin against my clit unbearable.

I soon came, muttering unintelligible things. He came as well, growling like a beast. He spurted loads of sticky hot come into my womb, growling and fucking me hard as he did it, burying his face into my neck. I had a speechless and mouthwatering orgasm, and my body gripped him tight as he came.

Good heavens, did I love this! I hadn't had unabashed stranger sex in a long, long, long time. And this was the first one that made me so crazy that I was soaking the sheets like a pint of water to a sponge with our warm come.

Relishing the fact that I was seeped in come, I was unprepared when I found his tongue between my legs.

"Holy fuck." I was quite literally blinded for a few moments in pleasure, grinding myself against his mouth. "Oh. Oh, God!"

I felt him chuckle, sending vibrations through me before I collapsed in ecstasy.

~

Hands caressed my legs and back. I squirmed and sighed underneath them, liking how they worked out all the knots in my body. I was happy.

Why shouldn't I be? Here was one of my brothers or my dad probably tired but dutiful, doing whatever a family member asked. A favorite of ours in massaging each others' tired muscles, and this was no exception. I preened in content bliss.

It was a good hour before I heard my stomach growl.

"Hungry? A little tired? I'm not surprised - not after what you've gone through, Little One. And you're quite the Little One. I've never seen a tinier woman take more than you did." The deep, sensual voice behind me made me put two and two together: this man and the hands massaging me were the same person.

"W-Who the hell are you?!" The images of the battlefield came back to me, blurry but still there. It hurt to remember, so I only got the basic information: I wasn't with my troop anymore; I was dying on that cold field! Did I die? Did I? Where was I?!

Even though I had been trained against it, panic swept through me and took control. I tried moving in the pale arms that held me, crying out when I was unable to.

Hands held me firmly, and warmth spread in my body like magic - right down to my toes and fingertips. I felt a blush rise in my face as I realized that I was in a stranger's arms - hot and hard, strong and comforting they may be, but a stranger nonetheless! "Um," I squeaked. "Can you let go of me?"

"No." He had a careful tone to his words, which made me curious.

"Can you at least let me see your face?" I used my best baby voice, a guaranteed sucker punch.

"No." This time he sounded slightly amused, full of male arrogance. I puffed up my cheeks.

"Are you a beast, then?"

"What? No. Yes." I got a chuckle from my captor, and for some reason I found that incredibly appealing. I shivered a little.

"Cold?" It sounded like he was mocking me, as if he knew that I was aroused. I swallowed. "No. Where am I? Who are you?"

"I am your captor, and you are in a house."

"I could figure that much out, thank you very much. I mean specifics. As in what country." Even though it was a stupid thing to ask as it gave too much information, I hoped he would answer anyway.

"Captain Glen, I recommend that you shouldn't play baby with me or act as if you're an innocent if you're trying to pry info from me. I very well know you're a brilliant bloody genius. Spread your legs."

"Have you planted a tracking chip in me, by the way? Injected something in my blood? Given me drugs? Done anything to me at all?" My emotions came in full force, the arousal, the fear. Adrenaline forced me into thinking as fast as I could, thinking up ways to keep me and my information safe. Panic, panic, panic. Can't think straight. That was the problem with my so-called intelligence: my emotions, when given the chance, put me in a primitive state of mind.

Fortunately - or unfortunately, that is - his voice smoothed it all over, sending me into a pleasant state. He was dangerous, this one: especially if he could lull me like this. "Calm down, Marie." His fingers gently rubbed against my clit, sending more shivers through me. "Your emotions are getting the better of you." He whispered this against my ear, hot, sexy breath that made me whimper in supplication. "I take it that you enjoyed last night."

"Oh God. You fucked me." I didn't feel sick but surprised, and a tinge delighted. I had thought it all a pleasant dream. With a sense of perverse hope, my body wished that he would repeat his actions.

"Yes, I made love to my mate. Is that wrong? I certainly enjoyed it. A mate only comes once," he chuckled once more, burying his face into my neck. "Do you wish to see my face?"

Oh God, he was crazy. Mate? Maybe...maybe he was 'ill.'

A crazy rebel from the battlefield who rescued me? A mental government official or military official from the opposing side? A mad noble or rich businessman who saw me out his window and just had to have me? Who knows, but I knew that I was in danger. This man was crazier than a bat if he thought that I was his 'mate.' Soul mate, I supposed was his meaning.

"Sure. I want to see your face." I was crazy, too, I guess. He was lucky that I was lonely and felt ideally comfortable in his embrace. He loosened up on his hold on me, and for a moment I wished that I had the brutal strength to choke my captor into unconsciousness so that I could escape somehow.

I was going to turn around, but I ended up being rolled underneath him.

There was that fantastic package again. I nearly started grinning like an idiot. Good Lord, this man was perfect.

What a sexy, sexy bad man. He was slim muscle and lethal beauty; he was something even Christine Feehan couldn't make up with that body. He was a Russian prince in my arms, eager to have me with that prominent erection.

He was an ultimate god in the flesh, a delicious pagan god waiting for me with that slow-spreading smile on his face.

But there was something different in his passion this time - those eyes. They weren't just passionate anymore, they were filled with intent and caution. He meant to distract me this way as well. This wouldn't be just a moment in time with two horny people together in bed if I gave in. This meant giving up information, letting him know what I liked to get me to that blissful state. That meant he could ask me anything and I would willingly answer, a mindless thing. That meant that I would become a slave to the pleasure he gave me, an addict.

No way in hell would I let that happen. Not again would I ever submit my heart to another ache.

I would have to fool him.

"No need to fool me, love. I wouldn't let you hurt like you did before with Torres. I know everything about you," his irises turned red and his smile was fanged, "so there's no need to try to hide." He kissed me.

I was paralyzed with a nano second of fear.

(HOLY FUCKING SHIT AM I SEEING THINGS DID YOU SEE THAT HIS EYES WERE DEMONIC GOOD GOD HE'S A BRUJO OR A FAIRY OR A VAMPIRE OR OH MY GOD HOLY GOD ABOVE I AM IN HELL AREN'T I I JUST SAW SOMETHING THAT I SHOULDN'T HAVE I'M GOING TO DIE IN THIS HELL HOLE OF A PLACE I'LL NEVER GO BACK HE IS GOING TO KILL ME)

I swallowed audibly, my eyes locked with his.

A cynical smirk appeared on his terribly, beautifully flawless face. "Try vampire. Vampire will work." He parted his lips a little, letting me glimpse his sharp, pearly white fangs. I trembled, no longer from fear, and whimpered needfully when he pressed his tongue against one tip. He chuckled throatily.

"I knew you would like them. After so long, we are united, my little sweet." I felt like a shy virgin from his gaze, his dominance. His soft, pale hands cupped my bottom, so warm against my skin. He closed his eyes - I noticed that he had long, dark eyelashes - and pressed his pink rose petal lips against my pulse.

"I'm going to Claim you, love. A gentle lovebite is all, and a little share of our love-nectar. You'll bite me, too - don't be afraid. You're a young vampire, so I'll be very gentle." He nuzzled my neck and gave me a hickey, spreading my legs and sliding two fingers in my tight tunnel. I squeaked and rode his hand, but he spanked me. "I can't bite you. I'm not a vampire." I was nervous.

"Yes you are. I'll show you in a minute." He growled a little when I squirmed. I had a feeling that he liked it when I did that. "Now hold still, Little One. You're wetter than a water slide."

"No, I need to to know that I'm not a vampire or whatever it is that you're saying I am." All of a sudden, the rumors of my grandmother being a manananggal seemed all too real to me. The strange hunger in my belly as a child started to make sense.

My pale god smiled. "Wait. Instead of trying to convince you of your heritage, I'll show you."

He bit into his finger, something that made my eyelids heavy with desire. I was shocked from my own reaction as the blood came, dripping and warm as he pressed his finger against my lips. I felt my canines sharpen, little incisors eager for what he offered.

With a smile that made my stomach flip - from desire or fear, I didn't know - he murmured, "Do you see this, my sweet? You are a vampire, a true being of the night."