Mateo grabs my hands, pinning them above my head and into the mattress with a single one of his, ramming into me so hard my entire body trembles around him, submitting to his force. He rams into me and his sheer size brushes against my g-spot, and I writhe beneath him, prisoner to the emotions he’s evoking inside me.
He slows down, pressing his forehead to mine before pulling away to stare into my eyes. “Kat, let me mark you,” he whispers with a soft kiss against my brow.
I don’t hesitate for a second, and nod. I need to be complete with both of my mates. He smiles against me before releasing my hands and grabbing me tight, rolling and pulling me on top as he takes the place against the headboard. His hands cover my hips, and he controls my movements, making me crash against his body, the wet sounds of sex filling the air. I’m so fucking close, any second now I’m going to teeter off the edge and into an amazing rush. My nails dig into his shoulders, and I move faster, chasing my high.
Mateo’s lips find mine in a soft, sweet kiss before he follows my jawline. I turn to give him better access. He kisses Ezra’s mark and my body clenches as I moan, making Mateo groan beneath me as my pussy captures his cock in a tight grip. Mateo sucks on it, and my hips rock faster. His cock slurps as it leaves my body only to be thrust back inside, and my walls desperately try to cling to him. “So close,” I moan.
His tongue laves over my mark, pushing me so close before they sink into my neck. His arms slip around my waist, holding me against him as they cut into flesh, and hit bone. Despite all odds, despite the pain, the action pushes me over the edge and my orgasm takes control, forcing my pussy to tighten around him as he too finds completion in the act, and we spiral into oblivion together, his cock twitching inside.
My senses dull as the mate bond slides into place, and I go limp against his chest. Mateo’s concern covers me in waves, but I can’t do anything to try to make him feel better. “Kat?” he calls, his voice becoming frantic as I fade toward the blackness. He shakes me, and yet I can’t respond.
“She’ll be fine,” Ezra reassures. “This happened when I marked her too.”
Someone brushes hair from my face, and gentle lips cover mine before darkness takes me.
I knew I was dreaming, just like when Ezra marked me, but I wasn’t afraid this time. I want to understand and need clarity after speaking to Seline. But this dream was different, I wasn’t sure what I was seeing at first and didn’t recognize my surroundings, but I had no doubt who I had become.
I stared at a man, at first I didn’t understand because I could feel her love for this man, Marabella loved him, yet he wasn’t Micha. No, this man was human. I recognized the heavy bell-shaped maroon skirt that flowed to the floor that I wore, and the white V-shaped off-shoulder bodice. I could feel the tightness of the corset beneath it, as it wrapped around the hard bump on her abdomen. Marabella was pregnant, so this was after she had been cursed, after the attack on her village. I watched the man, listening, trying to figure out who he was, I could feel how badly her wolf called for him, yet he was human.
The man was pleading with her, I could tell he loved her too, as she stared at the blonde-haired man, his blue eyes watching her adoringly. They appeared to be in some house, and I could feel her emotions as if they were my own. She feared for his life.
“It’s not safe, Nicholas, Micha will kill you. He will never accept you,” Marabella warns, and I see the hurt shine in his blue eyes. Micha was a werewolf, this man was no match for him, and she carried Micha’s children. Micha would never accept another in her life, and she knew to save him, she had to leave him, even if it killed her. She wanted him safe from Micha, and she would sacrifice her own heart for his safety.
“I, Marabella Badeaux,” I could feel the tears slip down her face as she spoke the words, it was killing her inside.
Nicholas grabs her hands, pleading with her. “We can run, we can escape together, he won’t find us,” Nicholas tried desperately to reason with her, but she couldn’t leave Micha. She loved him just as much, and her children needed their father, as much as she did. Their souls already entwined, leaving her no other choice if she didn’t want Micha to kill him. She had no choice, but to reject him to save his life. Marabella shakes her head, pulling her hands from his and rubs her baby bump, seeking strength and comfort from her unborn babies, that she was making the right choice.
“No, Nicholas. This is how it has to be,” her voice is meek, as she steeled her resolve and pushed back her heartache.
“I, Marabella Badeaux, reject you, Nicholas Acker, as my mate,” she pronounces, her voice unwavering though a piece of her soul was breaking in two. Nicholas looked at her, heartbroken, tears forming in his eyes. The look he gave her crushed her until it turned angry.
His hands balled into fists as his face changed color in his anger, his jaw clenched. “Get out! You would choose a mutt over a man? I would have loved you despite the filth you carry in your womb. You mark my words. I will kill you and the dog you lay with,” he bellows.
Fearful of him for the first time, Marabella runs out the door and races for Micha. She thought she was doing the right thing, but his words not only frightened her as she ran through the forest in search of her mate, but they also broke what was left of her. Although she loved him and did this to keep him safe, she had no doubt Micha would kill him. He was possessive of her and would not share nor entertain the idea of another man being hers.