Sold To The Lycan King (Little Mate)

IMOGEN POV “Marcel” I called as I ran into the Woods. Mom and dad wasn’t home and this was the perfect time to meet up with my boyfriend Marcel. “Marcel…..” I called again, arriving at the pack lake. It was the place Marcel and I had agreed to meet up every night. A smile crept on my face, as I inhaled the fresh air, which I always longed to have every minute. I never got the chance to live like other girls in the pack. I’d always been locked indoor with reasons best known to mom. The only time I could sneaked out was at night when mum wasn’t home.

Going out of the house is very fun, even if it's not in the daylight. At least, I know what the pack look like. Too bad I can't see the beauty of it. I had found Marcel one of the night I sneaked out. Surprisingly, we formed a bond like no other and I agreed the very minute he asked me out. He was the only one I could trust. if wishes were horses, then I would've loved to know how it feel to spend the whole day with Marcel, to be wrapped by his mighty arms and be cuddled by him but I know it’s not possible. I’m just a girl, living under my mom’s shadows, no one knows of my existence or maybe they do but acted ignorant. My wolf had been my only friend over these years even though I haven’t shifted once. I got to the lake and sat down waiting for Marcel. I’m sure he will be here soon. I shut my eyes, feeling the cold breeze on my skin. I smell the scent of something different. Someone snapped close behind me in the woods. I sat up taller and tensed. Someone had found my little hideout, and I really didn’t want to deal with whoever it was. “Marcel?” I asked, knowing for damn sure it wasn’t him. I sniffed the air but couldn’t catch any familiar scent anywhere. “I’m not in the mood for one of your games right now. You know I’m here for one thing,” I said, standing up and trying to calm my racing heart. It definitely wasn’t Marcel, but his name was the only damn thing that could calm my nerves right now. He might’ve been the most aggravating man sometimes, but at least he answered me when I called for him. Almost instinctively, my eyes closed, and I breathed in the most captivating scent that I had ever smelled—hazelnut. “And what are you here for all along?” someone asked in my ear, his voice impeccably smooth and deep. I hopped up, my heart racing in my chest, and gazed at a naked man I had never seen before. The moonlight glistened off his rippling muscles, his hair was a wild mess on his head, and his deep brown eyes were nearly glowing when they gazed into mine. Mate! My wolf jumped around inside of me, doing flips in my stomach, acting giddy, like she did under every full moon. I’ve read stories on how we werewolf meet our mate and how they do react. I’ve always dreamed on having Marcel to be my mate. I’d always thought finding my mate will gain me freedom and he’ll take me from the bondage I’ve been living all my life. But right now, I wasn’t feeling giddy at all. From that small scar running diagonally through his left eyebrow to that captivating stare, I was terrified by how easily he had crept up on me. “You’re not Marcel,” I said, my voice smaller than I wanted it to be. But of course, he wasn’t Marcel. He looked nothing like Marcel. Something about him told me to run and to run fast, but a stubborn girl like me didn’t run from just anyone, especially when he wasn’t a threat … yet. He eyed me, his eyes flickering between his brown human color and his wolf’s gold, canines lengthening from his mouth and then disappearing almost as quickly. A torn expression crossed his face, but then he clenched his jaw and stepped toward me. “No, I’m not. But I’m curious why this Marcel was planning to meet you here.” He took another step closer, and I sucked in a breath. His scent was driving my wolf wild and at that moment, all i wanted to do was jump the man, get down on all fours, and let him take us, do whatever he asked. "You're such a scared cat." His sweetest voice, jolted me back to reality. He stood inches from me, and I scolded my wolf for all the dirty thoughts running through my mind because … Goddess … they were starting to drive me wild. I gulped down and pressed my thighs together, so he couldn’t smell me. “Was this Marcel planning on taking what is mine tonight?” He towered over me, his large frame making mine feel so small, and then he grasped my chin between his fingers and forced me to gaze up into his dark eyes. His touch sent tingles throughout my entire body, making me feel things that I shouldn’t feel for a stranger. “Because if he was, I’m going to have to take care of him. Aren’t I?” he asked, fingers digging into my chin. So dominant, so chillingly dominant. I gathered all my senses, cocked a brow, and pushed his hand away. “Aren’t you what?” I scoff, looking him up and down. “Going to act all ruthless and merciless just because I’m your mate and you’re some”—sexy—“egotistical asshole who thinks he owns me?” When he growled, his eyes flashing a breathtaking wolf gold, I forced myself to look away. Mom had told me never to settle for someone who thought they owned me. To her, I deserved more than that. “Not interested,” I said, but as soon as the words left my mouth, my heart started thrashing in my chest. Maybe it was the way he stared at me, like he wanted to devour me, or the way I wanted to let him, but he made me nervous. More nervous than I had ever been. My gaze landed on the lake again, and I tried to admire the rippling reflection of the moon. He snatched my jaw in his hand this time and stepped closer until he pressed himself into my side. I could feel every muscle of his front. Every muscle. And I inhaled deeply, pushing my thighs closer together. He caressed my cheek with his thumb. He was a daunting gentle, the kind that told me that though he wasn’t thrusting himself upon me like any other wolf would at the first sight of his mate he controlled this conversation, the kind that told me he could snap at any moment, the kind that made me wet. “Pretty,” he said against my ear, voice husky. His hand slipped from my jaw to my throat. “Look at you pretty …” He drew his nose up the side of my neck. “My mate acting like she hasn’t been turned on since the moment she laid her eyes on me.” I gulped and stared up at him, my wolf purring at his touch. He lightly trailed his fingers down my forearm until he reached the front of my thighs. Heat warmed my core as they lingered right over the front of my pants. A voice told me to run away but my feet remained glued to the ground. He brushed his thumb over my pussy. “Acting like she’s not wet for me,” he mumbled . I clamped down harder and cursed the Moon Goddess for my innate attraction to him. He pressed his hardness against my thigh and let me feel every inch of him. “Acting like my possessiveness isn’t making her clench right now.” Fuck! Heavens knows I’m trying to keep it all in. I gathered all the strength I had left in me and firmly pushed my hands into his taut chest. “You know what? I am horny. My pussy is wet. And I need you” I dug my fingers into his muscle, devouring his wolf’s golden eyes with my own. Then, I tilted my head to the side and sneered at him. “But you’re not going to do a damn thing about it.” He chuckled and grabbed my wrists, stepping closer, a strand of his dark hair curling onto his forehead. “Oh, I’m not?” “No,” I said, wrapping my fingers around his and inhaling the captivating scent of hazelnut, “you’re not.” “Would you rather have your Marcel touch you like this then?” He released his grip on my wrists, dipped one hand between my legs, and rubbed his fingers against my pussy through my pants. What the fuck!! My eyes widened, my pussy aching. When I didn’t answer him, he clenched his jaw. “Huh? Is that what Marc is for? Making my mate come? Making my mate feel good?” My heart pounded against my chest. He stared down at me with golden embers in his brown eyes and … laughed. I tensed and grabbed his wrist, my core pulsing. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. This wasn’t what I was expecting. “Go ahead, pretty.” He rubbed sweet, torturous circles around my clit through my pants. His canines brushed against my soft spot on my neck, and I nearly moaned. “Push me away. Say you don’t want me,” he mumbled against my ear. “I’ll let you this time.” I squeezed his wrist in my hand, wanting to shove him back but not wanting him to stop. I really, really didn’t want him to stop. Mom had been driving me crazy this past week, and all I wanted was a release. “Stop me, or I’ll really give you a reason to push me away. This is your last chance Pretty” I didn’t know whether to moan, to nudge him away, or to do both. The pressure in my core rose with every moment. I needed something, anything to help me release. I stared him right in the eye, wanting to dare him. “What’re you going to do? Throw me to the ground and tear me apart piece by piece,” I said, sarcasm dripping from my voice. “Moon Goddess, I’m shaking in my bo—” He growled lowly and plunged his hand into my underwear. Almost instantly, his fingers slipped into my wet pussy, thrusting in and out harshly. I gripped his broad shoulders, nails digging into the thick muscle. Holy— Damn! My pussy tightened on him, and I backed up until I hit the nearest tree, unable to hold myself together. The pressure in my core hadn’t ever been this intense. He followed, never taking his fingers out of me once. The heel of his palm hit my sensitive clit over and over, sending a surge of pleasure through me. “The things I want to do to you,” he whispered into my ear, watching my body react to him. He curled a hand around my throat and squeezed lightly. “Bend you over my bed and fuck you until you can’t stand. Push you to your knees and watch you suck my cock. Spank you so hard in the ass till you cry for me to stop” He took my hand and placed it on his hardness. I clenched, slowly stroking it up and down. “Eat your wet pussy until you beg me to stop. Hit your pussy so hard till you forget your own name little mate” I drew my brows together, moaning softly. Another wave of ecstasy. “I love the way your pussy pulses on my fingers,” he said. “Imagine how tight you’d get with my cock inside of you. Thrusting in and out. Filling this tight … little … pussy.” My fucking Moon Goddess. “Eyes on me,” he said, tightening his grip on my throat. I gazed at him, breaths quickening. “Only me.” He brushed his thumb against my clit, and my legs shook as I released myself on him, not breaking eye contact once. Wave after wave of satisfaction rolled through me. My entire body tingled. I closed my eyes and moaned, my hips moving back and forth on his fingers, riding out my orgasm. What was this demo-GOD doing to me. Hell, I had known my mate for two whole minutes, and I was a mess. Coming on his fingers. Aching for more. Marcel never even fucked me this well. He continued to thrust his fingers into me, not stopping. I wrapped my hand around his wrist, trying to pull it off of me. “I-I came. You-you-you can st-stop” My eyes rolled back, and I doubled over, resting my forehead on his bicep. Another surge of pleasure rushed through me. “Is that what Marcel does? Makes you come once and leaves?” He gave me an empty laugh. “I’m not finished with you. Not until you’re begging.” He said. I squeezed my eyes shut, the pressure in my core becoming harder to bear. My nails dug into his wrist, and I moaned out again as I released myself on him for the second time. How was he even— He smirked down at me. “How long do you think you’ll last?” he asked. “Fifteen, twenty times?” My eyes widened, and I pushed his hand away. “Please, Moon Goddess, that was enough.” My mind was foggy with that hazelnut scent; my body was tingling in all the right places. He hadn’t even touched the rest of me yet, but my body wanted more. My body was craving more. More of my mate!