The Alpha's Rejected Silent Mate
The Alpha’s Rejected Silent Mate Chapter 99

Damien POV

I sigh. I’m not in a great mood. Johnathon up and left without saying goodbye to me or Langdon! I’ve been the one travelling with him for months for christ sake. I guess he’s not good at goodbyes. Besides maybe it was hurting him to be so close to Winter, knowing that he has no chance with her anymore. Who knows. Damn i***t.

Langdon can sense my mood. “Something the matter?” he asks and I turn to look, taking in his folded arms across his chest.

I don’t know why, but I suddenly explode. All the tension I’m feeling, the awkwardness and the uncertainty comes to the surface.

“Is something wrong” I vent “what about all of it. Johnathon’s gone, Winter’s got amnesia” I say bitterly “which is ironic because now she has no idea who I am and this relationship” I mutter, gesturing towards each other “I don’t even know where to start with that.”

Langdon frowns. He’s so calm, it’s unnerving. “What do you want in the relationship?” he asks cool as a cucumber. “Because we haven’t really discussed what either of us want.”

Of course we haven’t. We’ve been a little preoccupied with the whole Thomas, danger thing, and now Winter has amnesia, the last thing that’s been on my mind is this whole mate bond thing with Langdon. But we do have to talk and I guess now is as good a time as any.

“I don’t know” I tell him, almost shouting “because you haven’t told me either way whether you want me or not. You just don’t give me any idea either way. It’s infuriating” I add.

His eyes darken. “So what you’re saying” he says very quietly, his body tensing up “is that it all hinges on me and has nothing to do with you? That you don’t get a say at all?”

That’s not what I mean, I want to scream. Instead I flop down on the bed and glare at him. “What I’m saying is you’ve given me no indications on whether you want to accept me as your mate” I say bitterly.

He raises an eyebrow. “It works both ways” he points out “I don’t know what it is you’re wanting either.”

I blurt it out, blushing profusely “I want to stay with you.”

Awkward silence. I can’t even look up at him anymore. My heart starts beating loudly in my chest. He doesn’t move from the doorway. Tears well in the corner of my eyes. He doesn’t want me. That’s why he’s being so quiet and stiff. He can’t accept the mate bond because we’re both men. I’m an i***t for even thinking he would want me. I brace myself for the rejection I’m sure he’s about to utter, but it never comes.

“You i***t” growls Langdon and I look up, blinking furiously.

Did he just call me an i***t? What the hell.

“I’ve been waiting for you to tell me that, because I didn’t want to pressure you” he growls.

I can feel myself lighting up. “You mean?” I ask tentatively. God, I don’t even recognise myself. Where is the cool, collected and calm Damien gone? Get a grip, you moron, I think to myself furiously.

“I mean, I want you” he growls “as my mate. I don’t want anyone else, so help me god. It’s you.”

He saunters over, reaches out and grasps my chin with his hand, his other one wiping the tears away as I look at him feeling ashamed. He bends his head down and presses his lips against mine and it’s heaven. They’re coarse and rough, his hand gripping the back of my neck possessively as he plunders my mouth, forcing my lips open and caressing my tongue. I m**n out loud, my own lips mashing hard against his. I can feel my arousal, my c**k twitching in my pants in response but I don’t care. He tastes so good, so delectable, that I don’t want to stop kissing him, but eventually the both of us have to pull back and draw in oxygen.

He’s panting heavily, I see with satisfaction. I’m doing the same though. His eyes are dark and it’s clear his wolf is close to the surface. He pushes me down onto the bed without warning, his fingers undoing the buttons on my shirt frantically. When I go to help, he shakes his head and I lie still, eager to feel his flesh against mine.

His hands touch and caress my bare skin as I shudder, the feeling intense, pleasure coming over me in waves. He leans down and trails k****s from the nape of my neck down to my navel as my body trembles beneath his. He looks like he’s barely holding onto his control. I could stop him, but my body is feeling too much pleasure to want to and I’m eager to feel him as well, even if he’s preventing me from doing that right now.

“I want you inside me” I whisper, placing my head down.

His fingers slowly withdraw. This time when I feel something at my entrance, I know that it’s his c**k. I take a deep breath and steel myself.

“Just breathe” he whispers and then slowly, pushes his c**k inside of me as I clutch the bedsheets.

It’s a lot bigger than his fingers, the feeling is more uncomfortable, but the further inside he goes, the more pleasure I feel, my h**s slightly raised to allow him better access. He gives a growl as he enters me, not stopping until he’s all the way in.

“Stop” I plead, feeling a slight burning pain. He stops immediately, hands gripping tightly to my waist.

I pant, trying to will my body to relax as it gets used to the feeling of Langdon inside of me. Eventually the stinging fades. “Okay” I whisper and he slowly withdraws, before plunging back in just as slowly. I m**n. Damn, it feels f*****g good. My head whips side to side as he continues in the same slow rythm, the pleasure slowly rising inside of me.

“More” I m**n in a gruff voice “please god Langdon” I beg. I barely even recognise myself.

He increases the pace. My own c**k is rock hard again as he takes me. Soon he’s built up to a fast and hard rythm, our bodies slapping together in our eagerness. I’m not sure how much more I can take, before I feel langdon pull me up so that I’m on my hands and knees, rocking back to meet him. He reaches around me and grips my c**k, making me cry out. He furiously begins to pump his hand back and forth as I whimper, before I c*m, shooting my seed all over the bed. He gives a grunt and begins to move faster, holding me still, furiously slamming inside and out as I quiver, still coming down from my own release. Then I feel him stiffen and become still, his seed spurting inside of me as he yells out my name at the same time.

We collapse, panting heavily. Langdon rolls me over so that I’m cuddling into him, his head on my shoulder, a wide smile on his face. “That was” I breathe out, still in disbelief “amazing.”

He gives a chuckle and k****s me on the forehead. “Next time will be even better” he promises, his eyes dark as he stares at me with l**t in his eyes. I swallow. The s*x we just had was pretty f*****g fantastic, I can’t really see how it could be any better. My whole body tenses at the thought of s*x again with him.

“Still want to be mates?” Langdon teases and I give him a playful shove.

“Yes” I growl, taking hold of his face and giving him a quick peck on the lips.

We both glance at the bed and the rumpled sheets. “I think we might need to remake the bed” I say quietly as he grins. He motions towards the bathroom. “How about you go get cleaned up and I organise fresh bedding” he suggests “if you take too long, I’ll be joining you in the shower” he jokes “I need to get cleaned too.”

I don’t know whether that’s a promise or a threat and I don’t care either way. I’m already drooling at the thought of Langdon showering with me and anything else that might happen. I thought I would be too sore to go again, but my body is already craving another round. I wonder if shifter b***d means that certain parts of you still heal regardless. It’s an interesting theory.

I get up and he gives me a smack on the a*s. I turn to glare at him and he just raises his eyebrows at me. I laugh and shake my head, heading to the bathroom and turning the water in the shower on. As I step beneath the water, part of me, a small part of me, hopes that Langdon will come and join me, even if I have to stand in here for an hour before he decides to. My c**k twitches in anticipation. Being Langdon’s mate, certainly seems to have it’s perks.