Mari’s POV
Half an hour later, I’m in Stefan’s office, staring at him like he has lost his mind. Because he better have.
That must be the case because none of what he just told me can be true.
Me, a werewolf?
Hah!
I didn’t even know those things existed until four days ago! I didn’t exactly grow up with my nose buried in books about them either, so I could as well know jack shit about them!
“You remember it, right? My wolf biting you.”
I nod and swallow hard. I remember that alright.
“That’s the only way to turn a human into a werewolf. During the three days you were out, you went through the change. And when you woke up…” He pauses, licks his lips. “We mated.”
I’ll not even pretend to not know what he’s referring to. I remember that clear as day. Not like my body is about to let me forget, with all the pains scattered all over it.
We had sex, alright. A lot of it. I have never been that aroused before. And I cannot even pretend to not have been aware of what went down, because even right now, if he were to come from behind his desk and pull me into his arms, I’d go willingly.
How the fuck did we get to this? He has mistaken me for my twin sister, his mother almost killed me, and now, I’m a fucking werewolf?
I sit back down on the chair opposite his desk and take deep breaths. “This is crazy.”
“I know how confusing it is–”
I shake my head. “No, you don’t. I tried telling you that I’m not the one you were looking for, but you never listened! Now, look what you’ve gotten me into!”
Stefan frowns. “What do you mean? You’re my mate, Mari! You felt it, the connection between us. I knew you were destined to be mine since we were kids, and I never felt the pull with anyone else.”
“The girl you knew in your childhood? The one you felt whatever it is you did? That was my twin sister!” I rise to my feet, feeling my anger rise. “I know we look alike. We are identical. As for me using her name, that’s some fucked up shit my mother made up and which I’ve never understood to this day. So…” I take deep breaths, my eyes fluttering shut. “I’m not your mate, okay?”
My eyes fly open when two strong hands suddenly grip my arms. My eyes clash with Stefan’s grey ones.
“Are you rejecting me?” he demands.
“I’m telling you the truth–”
My words die on my lips as his come crashing down on them, shutting me up. It’s impossible to get a protest out as his lips ravage mine.
Then his hands are gripping my hips and lifting me, setting me on the desk. He steps in between my legs, pulling me right to the edge so that I can feel his hard-on against my core between our clothes.
He stops our kiss but doesn’t pull away. “Do you know what happens when a werewolf bites and mates with you?”
I swallow hard. My breathing is askew and my heart is thudding behind my ribs. Down below, my pussy is throbbing.
“You become his,” he tells me, his lips hovering above my ear. One of his hands travels up my body to my breast. He squeezes my soft flesh through my t-shirt. “Your body, your soul, your very essence craves him.”
He lets go of my breast, his hand travelling south. I gasp when it dives below my waistband and into my panties. I groan and spread my legs when his fingers come into contact with my already wet slit. “Your body will never welcome another man. Do you understand?”
“Stefan…” his name leaves my lips as a moan.
“No matter how hard you try, your body will always react to mine. And mine to yours. It’s fate. So don’t fight it.”
Another tortured gasp leaves my lips as he sinks his finger into me. He starts with one finger, but soon adds another one. With every new move, he pumps harder, deeper, making sure I can feel every move inside my core. Then he uses his thumb to massage my clit, and it doesn’t take long before I’m falling apart in his arms.
I sag against his body, my head falling onto his chest.
He moves his hand on my back, up and down. “Tell me, Mari. Has any man ever made you feel like that? Have you ever wanted another man like that?”
I shake my head.
“Tell me,” he requests.
“No,” I reply. “This…this is abnormal. I don’t even know you.”
He holds my head in his hands and lifts it. His eyes are soft as they look down at me. “Be my Luna, Mari. I’ll take care of you for the rest of your life, and I’ll never let anyone hurt you.”
Forget the sex, no man has ever looked at me like that. Or promised to take care of me. Or to protect me. And no man has ever made my heart swell so much.
“I’m sorry for doing this to you without your consent. But when I saw my mother about to harm you, my instincts took over. I had to make you mine so that she couldn’t touch you. No one can dare harm you now that you’re mine.”
His.
Him calling me his gives me a different feeling from when Connor did. Each time Connor called me his, it was usually in the middle of threatening me, reminding me that if I ever leave him, I would regret it.
At first, I found his possessiveness sexy. But that was during the first few months of our relationship before all the bliss ran out and he revealed his true colours. They weren’t pretty.
It all started on the day one of his friends flirted with me while we were out clubbing as a group. I thought it was harmless banter among friends, and Connor didn’t seem to mind, so I went along with it.
Connor didn’t do anything while we were still at the club among company. But when we got home, that was the first time he hit me. He called me a whore and said that if I so much as smiled at another man, he would make me pay.
But I quickly realised that I didn’t have to look or even smile at any man for him to ‘make me pay’. If any man showed any kind of interest in me, he blamed it on me and hit me.
From then on, every time he called me his, I understood what he meant. That I was like a piece of property to him, one he could do with whatever he pleases.
That was when I started saving up to leave his ass in the dust. I had survived so much until then to be stuck with an asshole who treated me like his personal punching bag.
“I need time,” I tell him, breaking our gaze. “I need to think.”
“Take all the time you need,” he tells me.
“I… I can’t go back to my normal life, can I?”
He releases me and steps back. “You can.”
“I can?”
“Once you learn how to control your wolf, you can. It’s important to keep your identity from humans. Even if you’re a lone wolf, without a pack, there’s a set of rules that govern all werewolves. If you expose our existence to humans, you’ll be punished.”
“Oh,” I mutter. “How can I control my wolf?”
He reaches for my hand. “I’ll teach you. I’ll teach you everything.”
“Okay.”
He tugs my hand, pulling me from the top of the desk. I’m well aware of my drenched panties.
“You need to eat,” he says. “It’s been three days since you had anything. I had the housekeeper prepare a meal for you.”
“Thanks,” I tell him, then pull my hand from his grip. “I’ll use the bathroom first.”
The tip of his tongue appears momentarily between his lips. “Would you let me clean you?”
I shake my head. “No, I don’t mean to take a showe–”
His nostrils flare as if he’s taking in a scent. “I mean your essence. That’s what you want to take care of, right?”
I stumble backwards, still shaking my head. I get it now.
He wants to, uh, lick my juices.
The thought makes my core clench. If I stay in this man’s presence for another ten seconds, I’ll never make it out of here any time soon.
“No, thanks,” I say, skipping around him and heading for the door. “I’m good.”