Chapter 4

Macey was now out of the stage, she took all her money that was given to her for dancing and she was now on her way out of the clubhouse. At first she thought of just going towards the stage to meet that guy she had saw earlier, but tried to kicked off the urge to go there. She needed to go home since she was done with that night and she has been paid the money she needed for that night, but she felt a strong urge to see the guy again. Soon she walked into the clubhouse again and she tried to find the man she had saw earlier but got stopped by a drunk man who was trying to take advantage of her. The man grabbed her hand and bends over to kiss her. "Let go of me this minute." Macey yelled and tried to remove her hand from the drunk man, but his gripped on her was so strong. She kept trying to released herself from him but couldn't. While the man kept trying his best to kiss her on the lips but she would quickly move her lips away before he would even think of kissing her.

She kept trying but couldn't and the man grabbed one of her breasts since he couldn't kiss her on the lips, and cuddled her but she tried to push him away but that wasn't possible. "Please Mr let go of me." Macey yelled at him but he just smiled.

"You are so beautiful and gorgeous, and you even got those amazing moves back on the stage." The guy laughed.

"Please,let go of me, I didn't do anything." Macey said,a little calm about this thing. But the guy just laughed evilly and continued with what he was doing. Macey immediately regretted her actions of returning back into the clubhouse after taking her money. If she had known she would be abused this way by a drunk, she wouldn't bother to come back into the clubhouse. But just then Omari appeared in the scene and quickly held the drunk guy's hand and pulled him away from her. He gave the guy a soft poached which landed him on the ground immediately. "Are you ok?" He asked Macey.

"Yes, I'm ok, thank you." She replied. And he held her hand as they both went into the clubhouse fully.

They both walked over to a chair and had their seats together. "Are you sure, you aren't hurt in anyway?" Omari asked again, while checking out her body for any injuries.

"No, I wasn't, it's good you came on time to rescue me,who knows what that drunk would have done to me." Macey said,

"It's Ok then, anyway I'm Omari." Omari introduced.

"And I'm Macey, and thanks again." Macey said,

"You are most welcome." Omari replied,as they both started talking about some random things. But within them, they weren't comfortable where there were sitting but rather they have the urge to be in each other's arms. Omari couldn't take the hit he was feeling anymore, his wolf was even making it more difficult for his to get hold of himself. He quickly stood up and bends over to her and kissed her on the lips. Macey too quickly responded to the kiss too,as they both kissed for a while.

"Wait, come with me." Macey said, and stood up from the chair she was still in. While Omari also stood up and followed behind her.

She led him to a room in the clubhouse and they both walked in together and shut the door behind them.

Omari slammed her against the door of the room; hiking up her hips as he pressed further against her. His hands were in her hair which he tugged lightly.

She pulled off his shirt between kisses; he supported her by lifting his arms to take it off. Soon after removing the button up, she separated from him to admire his bare torso.

He was beautiful in every sense of the word. His tanned skin showcased a pair of defined pecs and chiseled abs. her mouth could have watered at the sight. She had never seen a wolf that could look so perfect. Her eyes trailed to the arms which were supporting her and she couldn’t help but marvel at the mass of them. The way they flexed while holding her up.

‘Because he’s mine, all mine’ she thought to herself.

He peered at her open gawking of his body. He was happy that his mate liked him.

She pulled her dress away, revealing her body in its entirety.

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He looked up to her face to see that she was looking away from him. Her head was looking to the side, eyes focused on the ground and her arms were crossed in front of her in a defensive pose. He was confused at her actions until he got a whiff of her scent and suddenly it all clicked

Shy

He pulled into action, walking towards her to bring her attention to him. He looked at her as he brought one of her hands towards him and kissed every single knuckle of them.

“You are beautiful.” He spoke softly, eyes never wavering from hers. Every word was true, despite all the scars littering her body; she was still the most beautiful person he had seen. The scars were nothing she should be ashamed of, she was a survivor. Most importantly, she was his mate, and no scars will make him reject her.

Looking at him, she felt the sincerity in his gaze. There were no lies as he looked at her. She couldn’t help but smile and relax now relieved of her doubts.

He smiled at her, relieved that her scent became more relaxed.

He heaved her up and she held on tight, giggling in his arms.

“God you’re strong.” She whispered before pulling him into a hot kiss as he walked to their destination.

Reaching the bed, he laid her down, laughing as she pulled her down with him to meet her in a kiss. He held her close as he grinded into her exposed core making her arch up in a silent moan. Her legs were on his sides, prodding and pushing at the belt of his pants

“Off.” she said, referring to his pants which were still on.

He lifted himself up slightly using one of his arms and unclasped his belt with his free hand. Once he was done she assisted him by shoving the pants and everything else down with her feet leaving him to shake it off. Now the both of them were finally bare.

He laid on her, drawing her into a kiss and he settled himself into position. When he was ready he separated from the kiss, looking at her.

‘Are you ready?’  He asked with his eyes.

She nodded as an answer.  

He reached out, leading his member to her core. They looked into each other’s eyes as inch by inch, he slipped into her warmth.

She let out a loud moan as he fully entered, crossing her legs at his back to push him closer to her.  He was larger than expected. She had had many one night stands, but he, she wondered, was special.

His hand crept up to her cheek, tucking a strand of wet hair from her sweaty face to the back of her ear. He looked happy. Seeing her expression was enough to make him lose control, but he wouldn’t. He had to make this good for the both of them. His first time with his mate will not be fast but slow and wonderful.

He moved his hips back slowly, watching how her mouth shaped into a small o as he slipped out of her inch by inch. Just when all that was left was the tip, he slowly rolled his hips forward, thrusting into her again.

Their breaths matched with each other, she gripped his back tightly, her claw scratching his back at every thrust. His eyes rolled back at the feeling of pain mixed with pleasure. It was divine.

As they looked at each other, it felt like it was only the both of them existing.

His pace sped up, the sound of their meeting more obvious.

“Omari I’m gonna… I’m gonna” she moaned

“It's okay.” He said, kissing her cheek lightly “Come for me.”

At his words, her eyes rolled to the back of his head, her insides squeezing the warmth as she came. Her claws lengthened and she gripped his back tightly. She fell into sweet oblivion. She could feel her body twitching after the aftershocks of the orgasm coming wave after wave.

She was surprised at herself. She had never orgasmed so fast before, much less at command. Then again, everything about this felt different.

Was this how it was with a mate? She wondered, this intensity, the feeling of connection throughout? It was dazzling and utterly baffling for her.

She panted at the waves of orgasm lowered into a slight tingle. Feeling him inside her, she realized that he was still hard. He was waiting for her, she realized.

Knowing that despite being this intense he still fought his needs to wait for her made her feel warm inside. She didn’t understand what she was feeling though.

He looked at her. He simply adored seeing the look on her face as she came. The feeling of her squeezing around his member almost brought him to completion. It was through using all the willpower he had that he was able to pull through.

Not separating them, he hoisted her up as he moved her till he was sitting up on the bed and she was on top of him, his knees raised to support her from behind. In this position she was higher than him, and underneath the glow of the moon, she looked more heavenly. He took the time to adore her as she sat over him.

She knew what she had to do. She rolled her hips forward, relishing in the pleasure and the groan he gave as his head fell back. She wanted him to make those sounds again so she did it again and again until she was riding him.

He brought her to himself with one of his arms as her hips rolled. He couldn't help but admire her breasts which moved with every movement. He raised himself up and put his mouth on one of her breasts, his free arm reaching for the other.

He licked the bead of sweat that flowed down her chest, before putting his mouth on the nipple sucking lightly. He picked and plucked at the other one with his hands. Soon after teasing and sucking the first he switched to the other, alternating between them while she gripped his hair, pulling him close yet tugging slightly at the sparks of pleasure she received.

She was overwhelmed with the double stimulation. It was a wonder how she was able to keep riding him throughout. Suddenly, an idea came to her mind. She pushed away his hands and mouth, much to his confusion. Seeing the confusion on his face, she grinned at him before making her move.

Putting her hands on his knees, she leaned back until she was riding him from an angle, closing her eyes as the new position hit a pleasurable thrust in her.

He pushed himself sideways, following him until she lay on the bed and he was atop her. He pulled one of her legs up to his shoulder before moving again.

She hissed out in pleasure. He could no longer hold back as he sped up

She shut her eyes. She was so close to coming again.

He took her other leg, lifting it to his shoulder and pushing forward. She was practically bent in half as he pounded her freverently.

At the change in position, she was pushed over the edge, fluttering around him. He didn’t stop this time and as she was still recovering from the orgasm he continued thrusting furiously. It felt like she was receiving constant, never ending pleasure through the overstimulation. Following her orgasm she felt helpless to do anything and remained limp against him, bouncing along to his movements.

He was close and he could feel she was too, judging by the fluttering of her warmth around him. He pulled her into a kiss as his pace went faster, speeding up at an unnatural pace.

“yes yes Omari” She spoke in broken words, her tone now incoherent.

“Macey,” he moaned. Unable to take anymore he came, spilling his semen into her. This triggered her orgasm, which made her contract against him pleasurably.