All Chapters of The Lycan's fated weak mate: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

The sound of running water, echoed of the room, hitting two bodies entwined beneath it, cascading down their skin.Mason, pinned by Ste-phen to the wall, bit his own lip, to suppress his moan as Ste-phen's thick finger took his erected nipple, squeezing and sucking on them.Mason’s legs were tightly wrapped around Ste-phen's firm torso, his arms clinging to Ste-phen's neck so he wouldn’t fall, though Ste-phen’s hands held his thighs firmly in place.They were still in their boxers, both wet and hot under the shower.Mason squeezed his eyes shut. The more Ste-phen sucked and played with his nipples—using his hands, tongue, and even teeth—the harder it was to suppress his moans.He had no idea why he was holding them in. Perhaps he didn’t want to give Ste-phen the impression that he was truly overwhelmed by the sensation.Mason didn't realize he was bruising his own lip. Oh, fucking mercy.How could it feel this good?Why did his body react so much around this man?Ste-phen, engrossed i

Seth’s feet tapped impatiently against the floor, his gaze fixed on the transparent glass that covered the café, overlooking the bustling street. His mind was restless as he glanced at his watch several times.“Where the hell is he?” Seth grumbled, crossing his arms over his chest.He drew in a deep breath, but it did nothing to ease the unease settling inside him. The memory kept replaying in his mind, and the more it did, the tighter the knot in his stomach became.He was oblivious to the stares he was receiving from the other customers, especially the women—both young and old. Their whispers pierced the air.Seth was a fine man. He was in the modeling industry, and despite rarely shooting himself, he had won several awards, with nearly every entertainment agency wanting to sign him.Women were ready to throw themselves at him, and of course, he took some of them—mostly on full moons to satisfy his rut—but never… never had he had a girlfriend. And despite his aunt’s scoldings, he st

______Ste-phen's Office“Who's Dexter?”Bella's smile slowly faded at Ste-phen's question. She had thought the man had finally taken an interest in her, but instead, his eyes were on a male watch, not even giving her a glance.“What? Is that why you called me here?” Bella asked, folding her arms.“I heard you know everything about the class, so tell me everything about the guy named Dexter.”Bella stepped forward, placing her hand on the desk before him. She leaned in, knowingly letting the sight of her cleavage come into view.“What is going to be my reward?” she asked.Ste-phen sighed, pulling out a paper. It was Bella's test sheet that had "FAILURE" written on it.“According to the Vice Chancellor, she wanted me to level up your mark. It turns out you are the daughter of Vince Hatter, the manager of the popular Black-made jewelry store, the most popular jewelry store in London. A rich family… huh?”Bella scoffed, her voice dropping into an irritated tone. “So what’s your point?”“

*******Ste-phen was restless as well, regretting letting Mason slip from his grasp. He could have just taken him right there and shown him what it meant to be his, but he had been too angry, thinking about how Mason had dared to defend Dexter earlier.A friend?Ste-phen let out a low scoff, glancing down at his own throbbing dick, pressing hard against his trousers. Mason was just starting to experience his rut—one that was slowly developing. Ste-phen had noticed it the day he mounted Mason in his half-shifted form—the way Mason had met his brutal thrusts without fear--daring to scream for more.The memory was amusing. He imagined Mason begging him, and oh, he couldn’t wait. Mason would come back to him, right?Right?As time passed, Ste-phen grew impatient. Mason wasn’t coming. The rut was weak in him, not as intense as a normal one. Was his little mate planning to jerk off through it?Or worse—was Mason planning to let another guy mount him? Or maybe Mason would mount a girl to sat

___Ste-phen’s room.Mason was pinned to the bed, his chest pressing against the soft sheets. His hands were cuffed behind his back, his eyes blindfolded, and his mouth gagged. He couldn't see anything—only feel Ste-phen’s frame looming over him.Mason wanted to complain. He wouldn’t lie—he was scared as hell.It was indeed a punishment. He couldn’t touch or moan properly.Thrust.Mason muffled a cry against the bed as Ste-phen’s cock drove deep and hard into him. Pain shot through him.It was rough.Ste-phen pulled out, then plunged back in violently, without a trace of gentleness. Behind the blindfolds, Mason’s eyes squeezed shut, his toes curling as Ste-phen’s grip on his hips and hair tightened, holding him in place.He rammed into Mason, fucking him in a fast, hard pace. Within moments, Mason fell into the trance of ecstasy, drowning in the pit of pleasure.This was punishment—he was powerless to do a thing. It was cruel torture. But, strangely, it felt good.He must be insane.H