When You Were My Mate (Demetra and Emris) novel Chapter 12

Chapter 12

Emris.

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Demetra stops. The little girl…Amira looks back at me over her shoulder. Something in her face triggers a confusing twist in my gut. It’s not just jealousy and regret at the thought of another male putting his baby in Demetra.

“As long as it’s not you.” Demetra glares at me like venom.

So, that’s the trigger. Mention her daughter, and I get a reaction a part of her I’ve never seen before. A mother wolf’s ferocity.

She walks away, and Slade’s gammas close ranks around me. I raise a hand, not in surrender, but to save them. I could dismantle them right here, but I’ll spare them the broken bones for now.

My eyes don’t leave the retreating figures. Slade follows beside Demetra like protective partner.

Is Slade her husband? Is Slade the father?

But then, why would she claim to be Kael’s

daughter? Did Kael adopt her? Did they make up this entire elaborate lie just to give her a title in his pack?

Questions. Questions. That’s all I have.

Demetra.

My eyes flutter open, soft and sleep-heavy, then I see him.

I know that simmering gaze anywhere in this world. It’s Emris. My mate.

A strike of adrenaline shoots through me! I push myself from the tangled sheets where I’m in my nightgown as the only barrier. Emris walks past the billowing curtains with the moon in the background.

I stare at my open balcony door. Where did he come from? How how did he get in?

I take a sharp breath when he moves closer in the devastating beauty I remember. Dark, long hair. A body built like a vengeful god. He’s wearing only dark underwear, and while I’m ill frozen on the bed, he places one knee on the bed.

I should flee. Instead, I lie flat as he cages me with arms like sculpted boulders and begins starts to trace every feature of my face.

Just as he used to when he made love to me. He would look at n like this, right before I fell asleep, and that look was the dangerous click that made me believe foolishly that he would one day accept me as his mate and stop treating our relationship like a dirty secret. Now, he’s looking at me that same way!

His gaze is on my lips. To the pulse flugvering in my neck. Then wer, to my chest, where my nipples are already pebblung against my night dress. After giving birth to Amira, my breasts dubled in size, and he… he focuses there with those hungry eyes. He pushes the sheet completely off my body in a possessive way that makes my eyes flutter shut in treacherous desire

I whimper when his lips descend. Not to my mouth. Emris watches my face as he bites down over my nipple. His hot mouth closes around it, sucking filthily with that wicked Alpha mouth til it’s painfully sweet, sending signals down my belly between my legs, to the very tips of my toes,

I almost forgot the feeling of intimacy with him.

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His mouth abandons my breast only when it’s deep red. He travels down between my legs.. Emris traps his head there, while also pining my wrist to the bed. I am open to his will.

I feel the flat press of his tongue against the aching bud between my legs. A shocked cry tears from my throat. Emris works me through my underwear until the lace is soaked and transparent with my want. Only then does he rip it aside, exposing me completely.

His mouth latches onto me not as a lover then, but as a man devouring ripe fruit. His tongue spears deep, seals over the sensitive, swollen nucleus of my pleasure. He sucks me with a filthy hunger, as if drawing the very sweetness from my core. His tongue flicks, laps, and plunges into me!

I arch my neck and my body bows off the bed with a silent scream, and he sucks me until I’m writhing, pulsing, gasping, shaking, moaning his name-

I gasp awake.

Into reality. Into a dark, empty room.

No Emris.

I put a hand to my face. My forehead is sweaty. I push the sheets aside, and the warmth between my legs is proof that my wolf has been conjuring fantasies of him. My heart is still hammering. I can still feel the ghost of his mouth, the imprint of his hands….sensations that weren’t even real.

I’m shaking. It’s been only two days since I saw him at the gallery and the mate bond is already attacking me like this.

I get out of bed and stop by the balcony, where the curtains are still dancing. With a violent gasp, I slam it shut and cut off the whispering wind.

I stumble into the bathroom and turn the shower on. I strip off every bit of my clothing skin. Then I begin the chant in my head.

I hate him.

I hate him.

I hate him with every fiber in my bones. With every breath in m lungs.

he cold water assault my

He is the man I will never forgive. I will be a thorn in his side, a shadow he can’t erase. I will never, never let my body come close to him again.

I hate Emris of the Black Covenant Pack.

I hit the cold tiles, once, twice, to beat back the sob clawing its way up my throat. Why? Why would my wolf do this to me? Why would she bring up hyper-real memories of the bastard who called us a whore? Who made sure we were abandoned?

I start to get cold so I step out of the bathroom. My eyes are redimmed and swollen from crying. It’s only 3 am and I look so puffy already.

Will I ever sleep again?

His face is burned on the back of my eyelids. How he stormed tough the signing area in a suit as if the rules of the world didn’t apply to him. I couldn’t stop wondering what did he thi when he finally saw my face? Why was he even there? Ed checked the records afterward. His name was on the list. He’d bight passes for a one-on-one autograph

He knows my art.

Since when did Emris care about art? Since when did he care about anything that didn’t serve his pride or his power? I thought about him so much he invaded my dreams!

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He has a Luna now. The Alpha position. A son. Everything he ever claimed he needed.

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Needing to clear my head, I leave my room and move silently through the sleeping pack house. I need to get Amira to school in a few hours which meant I needed at least a few hours of rest. In the kitchen, I pour myself a generous glass of wine and drink it quickly as I’m not good with alcohol.

Next, I go into Amira’s room to watch her sleep. She’s a peaceful lump under her blankets, one arm flung over her stuffed doll. Reassured, I shut her door and returned to my own room.

Back in my room, my gaze lands on the balcony doors. I glare at them. Let’s see where that bastard would get in now.

I fall back onto the pillows. The wine works quickly as a dizzying tide pulls me under before I can fight it.

“Demi?”

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