“But they will eventually, and they’ll follow you as you lead us down the road of redemption.” I mentally go back to what I’ve read when it comes to the word.
Redemption is a noun, if memory serves, the definition is as follows; the action of saving or being saved from sin, error, or evil. Scratching my head, I’m still unsure of how I’m supposed to do all of this. I’m a loner, the only reason I’m friends with Paxton is because I’ve worked some cases with him. We formed a bond over those, but I’m not sure that I’m worthy of leading this cause. And I most assuredly don’t understand how I’m the one who is believed to bring this prophecy to fruition.
“It won’t happen overnight, Maverick. But I believe the first step to ensuring this is to mate and complete your bond. And that, my friend, should be happening tonight if the sounds coming from your room earlier are any indication.” Paxton wiggles his eyebrows at me.
“Why do you do that?” I ask.
“Maverick, my friend, you have a lot yet to learn,” he sighs.
“He’ll get there,” Connelly states as she grabs my hand with hers, then entwines her fingers through mine.
Connelly
We’ve eaten, made small talk, but now I want some alone time with my man. However, he’s currently outside with Paxton. I don’t know what’s taking him so long, but my wolf is growing restless inside of me. “I know that look well,” Landry says, bringing me out of my restless mind.
“What look is that?” I ask.
“The one I see in the mirror every time I desire some loving from my mate,” she quickly answers. I feel the blush form on my cheeks at her words. “Listen, Maverick is… unique, I guess is the word I’m looking for. He’s well-versed, but very unintellectual when it comes to life’s events. I’m guessing, our guys are out there talking about what happens next.”
“Next?” I confusingly asks.
“Mating. Think about it, Connelly. He’s at a disadvantage here. I’m sure he knows the basics, the mechanics of it all… but I doubt he knows the process.”
“Are you talking about sex? He’s had sex before, Landry.”
“But, he’s never had a mate before. It’s different, he has lived a life of solitude and has no clue how the entire thing works. You’ll have to most likely guide him through the process and be patient with him.”
“How do I do that?” I inquire, needing her input. She’s known Maverick longer than I have. Any inside knowledge of him that she has will be helpful to me.
“Love him, Connelly. Open up your heart and let him inside. He’ll be a great mate to you once he has the concept.”
“There is no rhyme or reason when it comes to mating. It’s instinctual, his wolf and vampire will guide him.”
“But he doesn’t know that, Connelly. In time he will, but I have a feeling you’ll need to lead him until he fully grasps it.”
We can teach him.
Yes, wolf, we can.
We already love him. This is a piece of cake. We’ve got this.
Yes, we do. But I have a feeling this won’t be as simple as a walk in the park. We can’t expect him to understand the magic behind it. It may confuse him; you will have to be more patient with him than what you are now. I understand the need to claim him, but we need him to do this in a way that he can process intellectually.
Too bad there isn’t a mating for dummies book out there he can read.
It would make things a lot simpler and easier to explain.
I’ll try to be patient.
Thank you, wolf.
As soon as my conversation with my wolf ends, Maverick and Paxton walk into the house. He has his head down and looks unsure of himself. I’m not liking this look on him. We need to fix it. Immediately.
Maverick
Feeling her eyes on me, I look up and see determination written all over her face. This is what I didn’t want to have happen; to become a project or someone she needs to fix. I want to be her equal, but she has more life experiences than I have. I will always be emotionally stunted in growth compared to her. It makes me feel inept, something I loathe. This is why I don’t do people; I hate the feeling of inferiority in others’ eyes. In the back of my mind I’m always worried that these people, who’ve come to become important to me, will grow tired of my endless questions and lack of socialization skills, eventually giving up and abandoning me. Which is why I hypothesized at an early age to not allow anyone access into my life. I’m a failure at emotional ties, always have been, and my biggest fear is that I always will be.
As I allow myself to get lost in these thoughts, I don’t notice her stand up and walk in my direction. “Maverick, I’m ready for bed.” Somehow, I don’t imagine sleep is on her mind. Paxton gave me some great advice and told me all about how panther’s mate. He advised me that before it went too far, I should ask her about the rituals of the wolf’s mating process. Shaking off my insecurities, I reach my hand out and grab hers with mine. We say our goodnights and walk down the hallway. The entire journey to my room, our room, my heart is beating like a drummer bangs on his set. As if all of my senses are on high alert, I can feel the beating of it in my fingers. I may not be a virgin, but in this instant, I’m as inexperienced as one. But, I’m eager to learn and make my mate… my woman, proud of the man I want and know I can be.
My palms begin to sweat, I know she can feel it, but she never tries to remove her hand from mine. She simply squeezes it and my nerves instantaneously begin to settle. The magic and mystery of finding one’s mate. Your other half has the capabilities of calming an otherwise raging monster. I may not be able to properly express words to her, but I’ll be damned if she doesn’t feel it from me every day.
Once in the bedroom, she shuts the door behind us, and I swear it’s louder than a cell being closed in on a prisoner. Not knowing what to do, I walk over and sit heavily onto the edge of my mattress. “I’m not very good at the emotional shit, Connelly. But with you, I want to give it my best. The only things I know about life are the subjects I’ve read about. I know nothing about how mating for wolves works. You’re gonna have to share that with me.” I take in a gulp of air and wait for her reaction to what I’ve just told her.
“Honestly, I don’t know much more than the tidbit of information my mother shared with me. But, according to her, our wolves will take over. It’s a three-day process, that much I do know,” she shares.
“Three days!” I look down at my dick and wonder if he’ll be up to the challenge. It’s always been a wham bam moment for him. He gets a sexual release, I get nourishment from my conquest, then move on to the next. A foreign feeling of intimidation, and lack of experience in the loving department wraps itself around me like a vice gripping my chest. I’m having a hard time taking in oxygen. “That can’t be right,” I finally wheeze out. My head is thrust between my knees and I can hear Connelly whispering words to me, but they come out unintelligible to my roaring ears. Black spots dance around in my vision, and I fear that I’ll pass out due to lack of fresh air in my lungs.
“Count with me, Maverick. Breathe in, count to three, then breathe out.” Instinctively, I follow her directions and soon, I’m able to breathe normally.
That’s a lot of breathing in one thought my wolf laughs at me. Are you feeling better yet, Mavy boy?
Fuck off, wolf.
If you’re feeling froggy yet, can we jump into this mating thing already? My teeth are aching to be buried into our mate’s flesh. Froggy? Even my wolf has a vocabulary I don’t quite get the concept of. Where the hell he has learned this is beyond me; you’d think if he knew how to use these sorts of phrases, I would have had the knowledge first.
I agree with the wolf, Mavy.
Would you two stop calling me Mavy already! It’s unmanning me each time you two do that.
That’s quite obvious with the way you’re pussying out. We’re badass creatures, Mav. You need to act like it, we have a reputation to protect after all. I’m a predator and Vampie boy is a creatu
re of the night. And you… well, you’re you.
I’m not sure how to break that statement down and understand what you just said. Was that a compliment, wolf, or a slight on my character?
Take it to mean whatever you need it to whereas we can get in that bed naked and claim our mate.
He’s a pushy bastard tonight. Whatever happened to the three of us uniting as one?
Wolfy and I are ready, the question is, Mavy, can you perform or do one of us need to take over for you? I personally can’t wait until it’s my turn to share a blood bond with her.
“Wolf, Vamp,” Connelly snaps her fingers in front of my face. “You two need to back off for a minute. Understand?” The both of them are in the back of my mind wearing stunned looks on their faces.
“I think they’ve got it. For the first time in years, the two of them are speechless. I’m gonna need you to do that more often, Connelly. I always have verbal sparring going on up here,” I say, tapping my forehead.
“I can’t even begin to imagine how that feels. The she-wolf inside of me is difficult enough for me to contain. Having two macho, alpha beings resting inside of you must be unmanageable. You must be someone really special to be chosen to carry that burden.”
We are not a burden! Tell her, Mavy boy! My wolf aggressively growls, right?
If the shoe fits, I respond, using a new idiom I’ve recently learned and heard from Paxton often. I’m still exploring all the ways to use it properly, all the while secretly admonishing someone.
“They still aren’t listening and laying low, are they?” Connelly asks me.
“Wolf was offended at being referred to as a burden. He wants you to admire him, worship at his feet. He’s a smug bastard.”
“And your vampire? What type of being is he?” I get a bit distracted when after she asks this, she begins kissing and nibbling my neck. Tilting it to the side, I give her better access so she doesn’t have to work so hard to do this. “Tell me, Maverick,” she lowly whispers in my ear before licking and nibbling its shell.
“Um… what was the question again?” I truly don’t remember and want to answer her, but what she’s doing feels so damn good that I don’t want her to stop.
“What personality does your vampire have?” she asks between nibbles.
“He’s a little… smug.” I’m having a hard time concentrating every time her lips graze my flesh.
“Smug huh?”
“Arrogant, busy body, know it all…” I could really go on, but I’d rather be reciprocating what she’s doing to me.
Connelly
When I make my way to his collarbone, his breath hitches in his chest then a moan escapes him as his hands weave their way through my long locks of hair. My hand roams up under his shirt and I lightly scrape my nails along his rigid abs. I feel them flex beneath my hands and moan at the feel of his body as it shivers from my touch. The power I wield over him gets my lady bits excited and anxious for him to lay his hands on me. “Touch me, Maverick.” As soon as the words leave my mouth, I feel myself flying through the air and bouncing on my back. It takes a second for me to get my senses in order. As soon as I do, I recognize the softness of his mattress underneath my body. He crawls on top of me, spreading my legs wide along the way to make room for his body to be cradled between my thighs. He grinds his dick into my aching core. “We’re wearing too many clothes.” My announcement has him lifting up and tearing his shirt from his body. He does a sexy ab curl thing; pulling his shirt over his head with one hand while reaching over his neck. It is the sexiest thing I’ve ever witnessed in my life. A sound I’ve never made before exits my mouth; my eyes widen in shock.
“I’d swear you just purred,” Maverick teases me.
“I-I’m not sure what that sound was. I’ve never made it before,” I quickly excuse.
“Whatever it was, I hope you make it several times throughout the night,” he huskily informs me. “Your turn.” He looks down at my covered chest while his tongue sneaks out and runs along his bottom lip.
“They’re just boobs, Maverick,” I tease him.
“Not just boobs, Connelly. They’re yours, and they’re delectable.” Loving the way his eyes are caressing me, I make a slow show of removing my top and bra. His eyes dilate and his breathing speeds up in pace. My supernatural hearing gives me the ability to hear the beat of his heart as the blood pumps through his veins. The fact that I have this ability to make a strong man like Maverick lose himself, does wonders for my ego. I’ve been unsure of myself since I was taken, but being with him, I’m feeling strong once again. This man, the little time I’ve been in his presence, has managed to flip my life back to rights. The day I lost everyone; I nearly gave up on life. That is, until Charisma announced that I have a mate, one who was bound and determined to save me. His lips touch the tip of my breast and my thoughts vanish as quickly as they came on. “That’s better,” he says as my back arches into him and a moan of delight leaves my mouth. “I need you here, in the moment, with me.”
“I’m here, I’m never going anywhere. I’ll always be wherever you are.” Those are the last words I speak as his tongue does magical things to my nipples. “Jesus,” I whimper out when I feel my core clench from the pleasure he’s inducing within. His hands glide down my body until they reach the top of my pants. These leggings are in the way of where I need to feel his hands the most. He lifts up and pats me on the hip with one of his hands. I lift up and he slides them down my legs; my panties go down with them. He leaves them wrapped around my ankles, trapping my legs, not allowing them to spread all the way. A whimper of frustration leaves me, he simply chuckles then places a finger over my lips.
“Patience, love.” His term of endearment has my heart leaping from my chest. No one, outside of my parents, has ever used one on me before.
Claim him my wolf howls out in my head.
Patience I use Maverick’s word on her. He pushes my legs up to where they meet the V of my aching core. He then takes his hands and pushes my knees to the bed. I’m spread out before him like dinner on a serving plate. My ankles are still bound by the material of my pants and I don’t allow myself to panic at the fact that I’m unable to move. Being chained up by the vampires, I vowed I’d never be rendered immobile ever again, but this seems and feels different, so I’m willing to let it play out.
Mate would never hurt us, my wolf quickly defends our mate.
Shhh, wolf, I know.
We must trust him in all things.
I agree. Now shut up and let’s enjoy him.
Maverick
I feel her body tense. She’s a live wire ready to spark, but I want to see how far she’s willing to let me go. I need to know how much she trusts me. Our bond has already begun to form, I just want the acknowledgement from her. The first step is to see if she’s able to believe in me and know that I’d never do her harm.
“I trust you, Maverick,” she says. That confirmation from her is what I was looking for to continue. Leaning down between her displayed thighs, I take in a whiff of my mate’s desires. Scrumptious is the only word that comes to mind if I’d have to describe the smell radiating from her. Lifting her legs up and over my head, I secure them around my waist, still bound, but she’s open to me. My intuitions take over as I lean down and lick her core. Once her taste is on my tongue, I become ravenous. Burying my head into her, I then lick her from bottom to top. Not feeling as if I’m doing enough, I insert a finger inside of her. There’s a piece of flesh that’s protruding, I touch it and she hollers, pushing her middle closer to my face. Liking the way she’s squirming beneath me, knowing that it’s something I need to explore more, I place a second finger inside of her. Using my fingers and mouth, I coax her into a frenzied state. She’s restless which ignites a flame inside of me. As she goes to push me away, I dig in deeper. My instincts tell me that even though physically she’s trying to dislodge me from my meal, that I need to keep going. So I do. “Maverick, no more, it’s too much.” I growl, feeling m
y wolf beginning to surface.
Don’t stop, Mavy. I can smell her desires. We’re making our mate happy.
I agree with the mutt. Keep going, Mav.
For once, I agree with the two assholes who invade my mind and continue on with my quest. She stops pushing me away and instead reaches her hands up above the headboard and arches her back. She’s panting and moaning. My dick is growing harder with each sound that leaves her. A few more seconds go by, then I feel her clench around my fingers, trapping them, making it harder for me to pull and push them back into her center. “Maverick!” She screams as I feel her release coating my fingers. Her entrance becomes slick, and I know that I can’t wait much longer to claim her in every way possible.
“I need you,” I claim to her as I slide my way up her body, kissing her stomach along the way.
“Please, Maverick. I need you,” she whimpers.
“Need me how, love?” I don’t want to be lacking in any way, so I ask this question for confirmation purposes.
“I need to feel you buried inside of me. I’m aching to feel you buried to the hilt. Please, Maverick, put me out of my misery.” She all but begs me.
“Love, all you ever have to do is ask, and I’ll give you whatever your heart desires,” I say as I line my body up with hers. My dick probes her entrance, but instead of gliding home, I use her to lubricate myself. I slide up and down to make sure I have enough coating me to make my entrance seamless. Connelly, having had enough, reaches down between us and inserts the head of my dick inside of her. Taking my cue from her, I enter her in one push. Never having felt something so intensely right, I bury my head into her neck, trying to keep my senses on track. My cum wanting to shoot from me like a prepubescent teenager, having his first go around with a woman, won’t do for my first time with her. She digs her feet into my ass cheeks, then pulls her hips back; knowing that she needs more, I gently pull back then thrust back in.
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