Forced Mates

Tis The Season Part 1

I look up at Liam and into his sad, blue eyes. I know his pain. I'd experienced it a little over an hour ago. My eyes follow him as he slowly slumps down into a sitting position beside me. We sit in silence for a few minutes, letting the events of the night set in, before Liam speaks.
"If you don't mind me asking, why aren't you searching for your mate? Are they not close enough for you to sense?"
A gentle pain hits my chest and I give him a weak smile.
"I already found him when the moon hit its apex... He was...busy... I left when he asked me to," I explain with a small voice.
"He was... Was he doing what my mate was?" he asks, but sighs with his eyes closed as if chastising himself.
"I'm sorry... You don't have to answer that. I shouldn't have asked..."
"It's okay, Liam... You actually caught your mate... I only heard mine," I respond with a grimace.
"You shouldn't have seen that... I didn't want you to experience that pain..."
He shrugs solemnly and looks at me for a moment before turning to look down at his hands. I stare at his profile in the moonlight, admiring it, when I'm hit with a thought. With this thought comes the heat that had been previously dulled by Jordan's rejection. I wince at the sudden discomfort and Liam rubs my back gently, my back arching slightly at the contact and I whimper.
"Y-You know, this isn't unlike any other season... We can still pair up until the season is over," I state as calmly as possible even though the pain is increasing.
"You want to pair up? W-With me?" Liam asks as he turns to me, a look of shock on his face.
"I mean, yeah, if you want to," I answer softly and wait for him to say something, but he doesn't.
I look up at him and see his eyes glowing gold. My eyes flash blue in response and my nostrils flare as I take in the scent of his arousal.
"I'll take that as a yes," I say breathlessly before his lips crash with mine.
When he nips my bottom lip, I open my mouth with a soft moan. Liam's tongue immediately darts into my mouth, smoothing over my tongue in languid strokes that draw muted moans from my throat. I feel his body press against mine as he gently lays me back on the ground.