The Mate He Hates

Amanda’s POV

My head was telling me to push him away, to stop this madness, but my heart and body were saying otherwise. Moaning softly, I pulled him closer and deepened the kiss, wanting more of him. It had been five whole years, and I missed his touch so much; it felt like a sleeping giant in me had awakened.

Moaning between the kisses, he pulled me towards a direction, and my back hit a tree. He groaned into the kiss, kissing me like a starved beast, while I tried to match the pace of his kiss. Damn, I was losing my senses.Content © copyrighted by NôvelDrama.Org.

I felt his hands lift my nightgown, and his fingers brushed against my sensitive skin, sending cold shivers down my spine. His other hand folded around my breast, still under the nightdress.

I moaned and kissed him deeply, wanting more of him. His fingers shifted my underwear aside, brushing against my entrance, causing me to moan as I parted my legs for him. He rubbed the entrance of my pussy with his fingers before inserting two fingers in, which made me gasp.

“Fuck!” he grunted and plunged deeper. “So fucking tight,” he moaned loudly, and I responded with a moan. Of course, I should be tight; I hadn’t had sex in the past five years. “So fucking wet,” he growled and began moving his fingers inside me, while I pulled him closer for a deeper kiss.

The kiss intensified, and his fingers moved faster inside me, causing me to moan loudly. His lips left mine, and he began placing kisses on my neck, then went for the straps of my nightgown and pulled it off my shoulders, exposing my breasts to him. “Fuck, they seem bigger,” he grunted and took one into his mouth while the other hand played with my nipple. I moaned and tilted my head back while he worked magic with his fingers, still inside my pussy. I could feel his hardened dick pressing against me, and the urge to beg him to fuck me was intense.

His fingers moved faster inside me, and I grunted loudly, pulling him for a kiss as I came hard on his fingers. Realizing I had reached my climax, he slowed down his pace and removed his fingers, kissing me passionately and slowly until he stopped and pulled away.

Panting, we held each other’s gaze as he lifted his fingers and licked them, causing my breath to hitch in my chest. For a moment, we didn’t move or say a word; we just continued staring at each other until he broke the silence. “It seems you want me just as much as I want you,” he smirked, and that annoyed me.

“Bastard,” I spat and adjusted myself. Without waiting a second, I walked out of the garden, feeling his piercing gaze on me.

Returning to my room, I slumped on the bed and glanced at the ceiling. The events of the night played in my head, and I couldn’t help but groan, feeling disappointed in myself for letting him touch me and enjoying it. But then, I couldn’t blame myself; I had been sex-starved for five years, and he had been the one man who had touched me, so my body involuntarily responded to his every touch.

I grunted. I should have listened to Sophia when she suggested I go out and have a one-night stands, but I couldn’t. I just couldn’t see myself doing that.

Covering myself with the blanket, I turned off the lights and closed my eyes. I wanted to force myself to sleep so that I wouldn’t think of him, but I ended up thinking about him until I drifted off to sleep.

“Amanda!” I heard a deep, hushed voice that forced my eyes open. The room was dim, but I could see a figure hovering over me. “It’s me. Don’t make a sound; close your eyes,” I recognized the voice as Alpha Edward’s, and obediently, I closed my eyes.

“Good girl,” he whispered and took the blanket off my body, causing the coldness of the room to brush against my skin, making me shiver. Soon, I felt his fingers trailing all over my body, causing chills to run down my spine. Then, I felt his fingers playing with my left nipple while his warm mouth sucked on my other nipple, making me release a soft moan.

“Good girl,” he moaned with my nipple still in his mouth. Letting go of my breast, he placed kisses all over my stomach, then spread my legs apart.

My eyes were closed, so I didn’t know what he was doing, but I began to feel something wet and soft on my pussy, making me realize he was licking my pussy with his tongue.

“Mmm,” I moaned as I felt the tip of his tongue in my pussy. He began to lick my clit, prompting me to release a louder moan. I could hear him moan as he sucked on my clit and licked my entire pussy.

Soon, I didn’t feel his mouth on my pussy anymore, but I felt a finger trying to invade my pussy, and I gasped. He slowly inserted a finger into my pussy, and I moaned in satisfaction. Soon, he began fingering me at a slow pace, but he increased his pace and added another finger, prompting me to release a louder moan.

“So fucking tight,” he grunted, then I felt his free hand squeezing my breasts and pinching my nipples.

“Alpha!” I moaned in pleasure.

“Call me that again,” he demanded, his voice deep and husky.

“Edward!” I moaned and heard him grunt. I felt him take his fingers out of my pussy, and suddenly, I felt something harder and bigger touching my pussy, trying to penetrate. Voluntarily, I widened my legs and felt him thrust inside me, gasping as his full length filled my pussy.

“Fuck! Amanda!” he grunted and plunged out, then in again, harder, causing me to gasp and open my eyes.

Opening my eyes, I realized there was no one in my room. It was morning, and the sun was already out.

Inhaling deeply, I sat on my bed and glanced around my room, realizing there was no one there. Then it hit me-I had just had another wet dream of him. This wasn’t the first, but it felt like the realest.

Moving my hand under the blanket, I traced my fingers over my pussy and realized I was wet.

“Fuck!” I groaned and fell back on the bed. Another night of dreaming of a man I was supposed to hate. I was supposed to hate him, not have sex dreams about him.

Sighing heavily, I took off the blanket, got out of bed, and went into the shower. After taking a warm bath, I returned to the room and got dressed in a simple black fitted gown.

Leaving my room, I went to Liam’s room and met him with Beta Matthew.

“Good morning, Mommy,” Liam greeted, and I placed a kiss on his cheek.

“Good morning, Matthew,” I greeted, and he smiled at me. “I will be taking Liam to the combat ground; we will be spending all day together,” Beta Matthew announced, and I nodded.

“Mother, Father is going to teach me how to fight.” Liam seemed so excited, and I beamed at him. “Be a good student and don’t trouble your father,” I ruffled his hair, and he chuckled.

“Of course, I won’t, Mommy,” Liam promised, his eyes sparkling with excitement. He looked so much like his father in that moment that it made my heart clench. “I’ll see you later, okay?”

“Yes, darling. Have fun and be careful,” I said, giving him a final hug before he ran off with Beta Matthew.

As they left, I felt a pang of loneliness. Watching Liam’s small figure disappear brought a bittersweet ache. He was growing up so fast, and yet, here I was, still tethered to a past that haunted me every night. Memories and dreams of Alpha Edward clouded my thoughts, making it impossible to move on.

I decided to go talk to him. I needed to let him know that I’m his beta mate and that what happened between us should never happen again.

I asked a guard about his whereabouts and was told he was in his study. Reaching the door of his study, I knocked, and his deep, husky voice invited me in.

Inhaling deeply, I pushed the door open and stepped in.