Bound to Be Mated

by Sam Crescent

  She held on as he pushed his hips up to meet every thrust. Water sloshed over the sides of the tub. Charlotte didn’t care. She wanted this man more than wanted anything in her whole life.

  “Please, please,” she begged until he threw her over the edge of bliss and caught her up in his arms.

  His cock jerked inside her body, and the hot wash of semen pulsed inside her. She moaned, and this time she collapsed against him. Sleep began to claim her, and Micah helped her out of the tub. He dressed her and took her to bed.

  Chapter Twelve

  Charlotte woke to hear the birds chirping. She rolled over away from the glowing sunshine and glanced at the clock. Not only was it another day but also nine in the morning. Squeaking, she rushed to the bathroom to take care of her morning business. Next she changed into a yellow cotton summertime dress. She put on her bra and panties first and then slipped into the dress. She put on some slip-on sandals, brushed her hair, and made her way downstairs to the breakfast table.

  Easily thirty men were spread out on a large table with twenty women. The table was one big place of activity. Cade, Jordan, and Micah sat at the head of the table, and they all stopped talking and eating when they noticed her.

  “Good morning,” she croaked.

  “Good morning. Many of you already know my mate, Charlotte. Come and enjoy some breakfast.”

  Charlotte smiled at several people as she passed. She was shocked when a few people threw her a disgusted look and then went back to eating their mush in a bowl.

  “What’s everyone eating?” she asked as she took a seat next to Micah. Her hands stayed firmly in her lap. She didn’t want to show anyone how much she was shaking.

  “Cereal,” someone grumpily replied. Charlotte glanced along the table to see the unhappy faces. A thought popped into her mind. “Who wants pancakes?”

  All their faces turned to her, causing her to turn bright red in the face.

  “You know how to cook?” one of the men asked.

  “Doesn’t anyone else cook around here?” She stared at some of the women, who continued to glare at her.

  “Yeah, right,” one of the men said. “They can’t make fucking toast, let alone anything else.”

  “Can you cook?”

  “Yes. I think I do it pretty well. Do you want me to make you all up some pancakes?”

  Murmurs of agreement went round the table.

  Charlotte shot up out of her chair but was stopped when Micah caught her wrist. “You don’t have to cook for them.”

  Moans and groans erupted around the room.

  “No problem. I want to do it. I’m more suited to the kitchen anyway.” She pulled on her wrist. He refused to let go, and only when he laid a kiss to the pulse on the inside of her wrist did he let go.

  She didn’t run. She speed-walked the short distance to the kitchen. Charging through the door she saw a woman leaning against the cupboards. She looked like she was clearing away tears. The woman jolted up.

  “I’m sorry. Do you need anything?” the woman asked, wiping her nose.

  “Hi, I’m Charlotte.” She pressed her hand out in greeting. She saw it shaking and brought it back behind her.

  “Oh, shit, you’re my new queen. I’m sorry. What can I get you?” the woman began to babble.

  “Well, I’ve come to make the men pancakes. Do you want to help? Could you tell me your name?”

  “Of course. I’m Titania. Yes, I’ll help. I’m not a great cook. I’ll help however I can.” Charlotte shook hands with the other woman. Titania had a weaker grip than Charlotte.

  She liked the other woman on sight. There was something about her that drew Charlotte to her. She didn’t know what it was, but she followed her gut instinct.

  “First, I need to know where the flour and sugar are.”

  Titania showed her where everything was, and the two women started talking.

  “How many people are usually here?” Charlotte asked as she went looking for the largest mixing bowl she could find.

  “Depends. Sometimes twenty or less. Most are here at the moment to meet you for the first time.” Titania took another mixing bowl and began following the instructions Charlotte gave.

  “It looks like we’re going to need to make trips out.” She began to heat the frying pans on the stove top and dolloped out spoonfuls of the pancake batter. Titania waited on the other side while she flipped each pancake, and once they were done on both sides, she piled them on the plate for Titania to take into the dining room.

  For the next hour, Charlotte and her new friend made batches of pancakes. They chatted in between cooking, talking about their likes and dislikes.

  “You’re so much fun,” Charlotte said when they began washing the pots. She heard the men growling from the other side of the door. One of the pack came in and offered thanks, bringing in an empty tray. “I think we’re going to need to shop. If breakfast is anything to go by, they’ll have an appetite come dinner.”

  “I believe alpha orders in a lot of the food, but you’ll have to talk to him about bulk buying,” Titania replied. “When this house was first purchased, there were only a few pack members who stayed. As the years went on, our pack grew. Micah is a good alpha.”

  She loved hearing about Micah. The entire pack respected him.

  “So, this is what happens to the weakest ones.” Both of the women turned toward the door. A magnificent beauty with fiery red hair and glowing eyes stared back.

  “This is our queen, Misty.” Titania spoke with her head bowed.

  “Don’t talk to me, weakling. So you’re the one who’ll be gracing the alpha’s bed?” Charlotte knew she was being assessed. The sneering and the disgusted look told her she failed in all departments with this woman.

  “I guess. Micah picked me,” Charlotte told the other woman.

  “He didn’t pick you. You were a hindrance, and he’d promised to protect the town. You’re nothing, and come the full moon, you’ll be lucky if you survive.”

  Misty left with a snarl. Titania looked panicked, and Charlotte hugged her.

  “What was all that weakling talk about?”

  “There is a ranking order. Those of us who are weak and refuse to fight for dominance are considered weaker and so are left at the bottom rung of the ladder. I can’t fight. I find it too violent and nasty. It’s bad enough being a monster, let alone doing damage in my human form.”

  “She seemed awfully possessive of Micah.” Charlotte glanced back and wondered what she was missing.

  “Misty is just Misty. Stay out of her way and you’ll be fine.”

  Together they finished cleaning the kitchen, and Charlotte went looking for ingredients to start dinner. She liked being in the kitchen, and at least here she wouldn’t have to face the room of scary wolves.

  Beef, tomatoes, chillies, and peppers. A few spices from the store cupboard, and she began to make a chili con carne.

  She chopped onions and garlic and threw them into two large pots, followed by the cubed meat. Hands banded round her waist, and she knew Micah was kissing her neck. The thrill from his touch sent a lightning path of sensation to her pussy.

  “I can smell your creamy cunt. You want me,” he whispered next to her ear.

  “You’re so vulgar,” she complained, even as her cunt convulsed and she wanted him desperately.

  Was this natural? To be so turned on by a man she barely knew? But in a way, she did know him. She’d lived with his presence throughout the last four years. She had spent the years dreaming about him. Charlotte had thought he was some stranger in her dream. Now she knew the connection they shared together.

  “You love hearing me talk dirty. Besides I can scent every change within you. You want me.”

  She sliced through the peppers as Micah moved her hair out of the way and kissed her neck. He bit down and then soothed the spot with love bites.

  “The men love you. You wowed them with your cooking,” he complimented.

  “Let’s
hope they’ll love my chili just as much.”

  Micah stayed by her side with his hands wrapped around her. She loved having him close by, and he refused to move.

  “You’re never letting me go, are you?”

  “You’re mine, Charlotte. I intend to keep what’s mine. Are you done?”

  “Why?”

  “I want to take you upstairs and have my wicked way with you.” He nudged her with his cock. He was thick, long, and hard, pressing into the curve of her ass.

  “You’re insatiable.”

  Charlotte put some water, tomatoes, and a few spices in the chili, turned the heat down to low, and placed the lids on the pans.

  Micah escorted her upstairs to his room.

  They stared at each other with the curtain wide open and sunlight filling the room. Charlotte removed her dress before he got a chance to ruin it. She stood before him with her full figure, some might say an overweight figure, but with Micah, she felt beautiful.

  “I’m not going to last,” he warned once he ripped his clothes, shredding the fabric. She thought if he kept destroying their clothes, she’d have no choice but to take up sewing.

  They were on each other, kissing and loving one another as if they couldn’t breathe without being inside each other. Micah threw her to the bed, and she opened her legs wide for him.

  He shook his head. “I want you on your knees.”

  Charlotte frowned at him but went to her knees on the edge of the bed. He touched her ass, roaming over her hips and waist, and coming back down. A light slap landed on her right cheek, and she yelped, turning round.

  “You’ve got one sexy ass,” he said.

  Her pussy creamed, wanting to have him inside her. She moaned and begged for him to fuck her. Micah teased her dripping folds. Charlotte screamed out in climax. She was still in the throes of her climax when her mate grasped her hips and thrust all the way to the hilt, going deeper than ever before. A scream echoed off the walls, but she pushed onto him as he fucked forward. He grabbed her hands and pinned them to her back, holding her as he pushed his long, thick cock inside her.

  Micah never let up the pace he set. Hard, fast, and deep.

  Only when she’d climbed to another orgasm and screamed did he give her his seed. A roar came out of him the same time he pushed inside her, hitting the top of her cervix and making her gasp out in pure pleasure.

  Chapter Thirteen

  Micah glanced at the clock on his office wall and stared back at the three men talking. Their words meant nothing to him. A recon of the entire area had alerted him to some rogue wolves without a pack to claim them. Rogues were always pests. They entered a town and caused problems for a neighboring pack. They also didn’t follow the rules the humans set or the laws of the pack.

  “Has anyone sighted them?” he asked, running a hand through his hair. His cock twitched in his pants. No longer did he want to be sitting here, listening to the mundane. Charlotte rested upstairs, and he wanted to go and fuck her glorious body then bathe her, followed by another round of lovemaking. They’d been back in Rock Wood for over a week, and he couldn’t get enough of her.

  His cock was hard all the time. At dinnertime he had the table to guard him, but other times he found himself driving or walking toward her, to take her back home and sate the hard-on.

  “No, sir. Their tracks lead to town, but none of the residents have said anything. Maybe just a couple of rogues passing through. Some break away from a pack because of the dangers,” Cade said with a knowing look. “You really don’t care about rogues or pack business. Charlotte is resting.”

  “The full moon is a few weeks away, and I don’t know what to do.” Micah sought the help of his most trusted friends.

  “If we take her to town and go with her parents, you run the risk of hurting her family. A mated male would find his woman anywhere,” Jordan informed them. He sat in the corner peeling an apple.

  “How do you think she’s getting on?” he asked. The pack’s opinion of his mate meant a great deal to him. He would never get rid of her, but he’d have to consider the happiness and general well-being of his people.

  “The men love her. I guess it’s true. A way to a man’s heart is through his stomach. They like coming home to a warm meal and friendly smile. None of the men feel threatened by her. In fact, most of them talk about our queen with respect,” Cade said. He was the one who dealt with this side of pack matters.

  “But?”

  “There are members who love her presence and like the new you. There are still those who oppose a human female leader.”

  “I take it some of them are women?”

  “Yes. Ones who thought they’d have a shot at you. Others who hate being out ranked by a human. All the crap that goes on with the pack and female politics. Also, they don’t like the fact she’s one hell of a good cook.” Cade sat with his hands in his pockets.

  “Has Charlotte at least made many friends?” he asked. Between running his bar and the politics of the town and humans, he hadn’t really gotten the chance to find out how she’d been settling in. They had sex and talked a little. She left his mind when he was involved in pack business. He didn’t want her to get hurt because of her being human.

  “One of our girls, Titania, a lower-ranking member of the pack. She stays with her in the kitchen, and I’ve seen them laughing and doing all that BFF shit that goes with it,” Cade said and stood.

  “Where are you going?” Micah asked.

  “We can’t take Charlotte into town, and we can’t lock her up in the dungeons. We’ve got no choice but to find the chains and secure her in your room. Your beast will respond a lot better knowing she’s home for when you change back, but then our beasts can be unpredictable, and wolves don’t often mate with humans. I’m going to find some chains.”

  Micah hadn’t thought about the chains. The best idea would be to keep her at home. He’d scent her nearby and hopefully know his mate was safe, and he’d run the hills and the forests free. No one would dare to harm her. All he was doing was protecting her from himself.

  The other men followed him out, and Micah was on the way to his room within seconds. Misty waited at the stairs. Her arousal shocked him still. He’d fucked Misty a few times before he’d claimed Charlotte. She’d made her availability clear, and she wouldn’t be intimidated by his relationship with Charlotte.

  “Hello,” she said with a smile. Micah wasn’t fooled. The smile meant all kinds of crap he didn’t want to get involved with.

  Had she been giving shit to Charlotte?

  “What do you want, Misty?” he demanded to know.

  “Want? It’s a couple of days before the full moon. I thought we could spend them together. I’ll do anything for you, Micah. You know that.”

  She wrapped her arms around his middle and kissed him on the cheek.

  Movement from behind him forced her away from him.

  He didn’t recognize the girl, but her eyes widened as she took in the scene.

  “What are you doing here?” Misty demanded the other woman.

  “I’m taking up a heating bag to Charlotte. She’s in a lot of pain at the moment.”

  This must be Titania.

  “Hold on, Titania,” Micah called up the stairs as she made it to the top. He turned back to Misty. “We’re finished. Do you understand? You were a fuck, nothing else. I haven’t touched you in years. You do anything to hurt my mate, and I’ll kill you.” Micah hated sounding like a bastard, but the bitches in his clan needed to get it through their heads that he would never leave his mate. Charlotte was his. Strong and firm.

  “You’ll regret that come the full moon. Your beast will rise up, and you’ll want someone to fuck then.”

  “That’s the good thing about having a mate, Misty. I wouldn’t desire any other female but the one in my bedroom,” he snarled.

  Titania walked with him to his room. He sniffed the air, and the wave of pain hit him like a fist in his gut.

  “
What’s the matter with her?” he asked, concerned.

  “She’s suffering with cramps. It’s that time of the month.”

  Titania smiled at him and walked off.

  “Wait, Titania. I wanted to say thank you for becoming friends with my mate.”

  “No need to thank me. Charlotte is a lovely girl, and I love her as a friend. Here, she’ll need this.” Titania passed him the bag and then left.

  Micah watched her leave and exhaled. At least one person adored her.

  He opened the door and saw Charlotte curled up on the bed.

  “What’s the matter, baby?” He moved straight for the bed.

  “Cramps. It’s embarrassing.”

  “Nothing about you is embarrassing to me.” He moved up onto the bed and peeled away the covers. She wore one of his old shirts. The thing dwarfed her. However, he liked seeing her in his clothes.

  “Where’s Titania?”

  “Went to bed. I took this from her.” The heated pack was placed across her belly above her pubic bone. “Does that feel better?”

  “Yes,” she moaned out. “Will you hold me?”

  Micah took off his clothes and settled in behind her. She twitched away from his nakedness. “Don’t worry. I don’t expect anything,” he assured her.

  “You’re hard, though.”

  “Whenever I’m with you, I’m hard. I just want to hold you.”

  After a few minutes, she settled down, and he kissed her neck and rubbed her back. She was the first woman in his bed to suffer with a period. He would usually steer clear of emotional women. Charlotte was different.

  He soothed her until she drifted into sleep. Micah lay watching her until he too allowed the darkness in.

  Charlotte lay in his arms, and it was one of the best night’s sleep he’d ever had.

  Chapter Fourteen

  Her period lasted until the day of the full moon. His men were testy around him. They’d scented a change within her, and they feared for her safety. Before the full moon hit, after dinner, he’d have to make love to her so his beast would be calm enough to withstand another full moon without his mate. When he eventually mated her in front of his wolves and they’d witnessed it and his scent would be forever around her, he’d be fine. The nights of the full moon, she’d walk around, and no wolf would touch her. Until that time, he had to keep her safe.