I continued, “One time, in middle school, I brought home a test with a ninety-five, and my mom asked me why I didn’t get a hundred and forced me to spend more hours studying for the next one. Since they both work, I spent a lot of time with my grandparents when I was younger. But they’re honestly not much better. The other day, my grandfather started questioning my virtue!”
“Like if you’re a virgin? Your grandfather asked you that?”
“Yes, it was so disturbing! He started telling me that no one wants an impure mate!”
“Damn, that’s pretty messed up. He’s definitely stuck in a different era,” Blake responded.
“So, what do men think when they find out that their mate has been with others?” I asked him, curious what his thoughts were on the matter as a male.
“It didn’t bother me one bit. It would be hypocritical if it did, considering I don’t exactly have the best track record.” He chuckled. “I know there are some guys that are weird about it, but I don’t think there’s anyone that wouldn’t ultimately accept their mate. It’s really hard not to once you realize who your mate is. It’s like a gravitational pull toward the other person. I can’t even imagine ever having rejected my mate. Once I met her, I wanted to be with her all the time, and likely would have accepted any horrible thing about her, even if she told me that she was a drug addict and career criminal. Either way, I think most guys these days know that women aren’t just sitting around waiting to meet them, especially if they find their mates later in life.”
I pondered what he said, making me more curious. I turned to him and asked, “What was it like when you met your mate? Was it love at first sight?”
He looked back at me, and held my gaze, not answering right away. After some time, he replied, “I don’t know that it was love. But it was definitely a strong attraction. The love came over time, as we got to know each other.”
“Oh, I see.”
“Do you feel more comfortable letting me deflower you now—now that you know your mate won’t reject you for a little popped cherry?” He had a mischievous smile on his face. “If anything, your mate should be the scared one. Once you let me have my way with you, I will ruin you for all others, and no one else will compare. You’ll be the one rejecting them.”
Blake then put his right hand on my left knee and slowly moved it between my legs, a hot shiver subsequently running up my body. As he brushed his hand up and down my inner thigh, I started to feel aroused, the skin of my legs tingling as he trailed his fingers along it, the apex of my inner thighs wet and prickling with desire. My whole body warmed, and my breathing turned erratic. He lay down on the bed, pulling me down with him.
“Don’t worry, I won’t do anything. I just want to lie with you,” he said softly, his voice gravelly.
I turned toward him. He was smiling, his hair falling into his eyes. I boldly brushed it out of his face. He put his hand on the side of my thigh, allowing it to slide up my leg, until his palm was resting on my hip bone with his fingers wrapped against the top of my ass. He inched his body closer to me until our bodies were touching, my face against his chest. I could feel something hard pressing against the front of me. I realized, with mortification, that it was his erection.
We lay like that for at least ten minutes, just listening to each other breathe, the sound of his heartbeat against my ear. My whole body was alive and burning lying with him, my nipples tense against his torso.
He inched away from me and pulled my chin up with his hand, so I was looking into his eyes. “I’d like to kiss you. Can I?” he asked.
I had an internal debate with myself, again. There was nothing more I wanted at that moment than to feel his rosy lips against mine, my whole body begging for it. But something was stopping me. I felt sinful at the idea—I’d always imagined my first kiss to be with my mate. Once I kissed someone else, that was it. I could never redo my first kiss again.
After deliberating for what seemed like forever, I finally sat up and asked, “What are you doing with me? You could probably get your needs met by so many other women instead of wasting your time with me for something that may or may not happen. I know you’re not looking for anything long-term because I’ll eventually meet my mate and leave you.”
His eyes softened as he similarly sat up, his mesmerizing blue eyes trained on me. “Well, besides the fact that wolves love the hunt, there’s something about you. I can’t explain it. I just feel comfortable with you, like we could be friends.” He gave me a soft smile and continued, “I like that there’s no pressure for a relationship and this is only good for as long as you haven’t met your mate yet. It makes it fun, knowing that I only have an unknown and limited amount of time to enjoy you. And I can’t lie, you have a mesmerizing ass. I have a feeling you didn’t get a B in training at school.”
“I have never gotten anything less than an A.”
“Let me guess—they tried to recruit you as a warrior.”
“Yes, they did, but my parents wouldn’t let me be one. Too many muscular, naked men running around.” I giggled.
His eyes grew dark, appearing lustful as he stared into my eyes. “Fighters have always been my type.”
“Kiss me,” I said, almost in a trance.
He moved his face toward mine slowly. One of his hands went to the back of my head, weaving into my hair, and the other held my chin gently. He paused when we were just centimeters apart, the anticipation of the moment growing with each millisecond that passed. I closed my eyes, and before I could comprehend what was happening, his mouth was on mine. He kissed me gently at first, then more forcefully with each subsequent kiss. I kissed him back, nothing had ever felt so natural before. He nibbled on my bottom lip, prompting my lips to part. I inhaled as he slipped his tongue into my mouth. I felt like I had fallen into a happily drunken dream, perceptive of Blake’s desire as he hungrily kissed me as though he had been starving and I was his first meal. My whole body was on fire with arousal as my tongue twined with his.
He gradually lowered me back onto the bed as we kissed and moved his body on top of mine, fervently kissing me back. I put my hands on his chest, feeling his sculpted body under my palms, and moved them up to his face, my fingertips tracing his well-defined jaw as it moved against my mouth. We rolled until we were side by side again, and he moved his hands to my ass pushing me harder against him until we couldn’t possibly be any closer, a craving for him possessed my body.
Blake finally pulled away and balanced himself on his forearm, looking down at me. “Are you sure you’ve never done this before?”
“Never.”
“Damn, I guess you really are just good at everything.”
I chuckled nervously. “My nickname in school was PJ.”
“PJ?”