The Unmarked Mate

Chapter 9

James

I went back to my house. I did not have to be in the main offices to read the letters, and I wanted to get home a bit, enjoy some time alone. Without a mate, I had plenty of time alone. I appreciated that my brother never forced me to commit to anybody. At twenty-eight, it was late to find a mate, but it could still happen. I knew he was worried that I would fail to continue the Thorn line as he did not have any children of his own. Nonetheless he never asked me to settle and never forced myself into some kind of arranged marriage with an unmated elite Lycan as so many had done before. I felt a fresh wave of thankfulness for a brother like that, for a father truly, he had raised me for many years now. The bloodline was not as important to me, I wanted to be a good king and have a good successor, but I couldn't care less that they were my blood. And I still had plenty of cousins to take charge after me.

I arrived home, made myself some good hot black coffee I poured into a large glass and went to sit in the living room's couch. I got the letters and started fast reading them. Kenna had a correspondence with some other woman who had stayed with their all-female pack a few years back. Before thoroughly reading all of them, I tried putting them in chronological order. It seems they started writing notes when they lived together. They were lovers for a time. Some of these were steamy, I was getting almost hard reading them... I wished someone would write something like that to me.

Last night we were interrupted, and tonight you are on patrol. Trust me I'm not finished with you. I intend to worship your whole body when you get back. You want to know what I'll do to you; I'll tell you darling. I'll be waiting for you, the door will not be locked when you come in, but you'd better lock it once you enter the house, because this time I won't accept being interrupted by anyone. I'll have nothing but the green dress you gave me when I arrived. The one that closes with only two buttons. And that's it. I'll be naked underneath.

When you arrive, you will undress me in a second and I'll tear open any clothe that is too long to get you out of. I'll kiss your cherry lips until you can't breathe anymore. Then I will kiss your creamy white neck and go down. Very slowly. You'll be panting by then. I'll pinched these pink nipples until they are hard. I'll nibble them almost to the point it hurts. The breaking point between pain and pleasure you seem to like to explore with mine. I know how sensitive your nipples are, but I will stop before you can have any kind of release.

I will be so wet seeing you like that, and you'll want to take care of it, but this time it's my turn to make you scream. I'll sit you down on the couch. You will spread these beautiful muscular legs for me. I can almost smell it already. I can't wait for you to come back. I haven't felt so much anticipation in seeing someone in a long time. I'll be on my knees for you. And I'll start teasing you, I'll tease your clit, first with my hand then with my tongue. I won't be able to stop myself from exploring the rest of that Goddess-like body of yours with my other hand, cupping your sweet breasts, touching your belly, your thighs. Once you are moaning, I'll stop. You'll beg for me to continue. I'll look up to see you implore for me to keep going. Don't worry I will. In one second, I'll plunge two fingers into your core and get my tongue back on that nub.

Circles, licking.

In and out.

Again, and again.

I'll have you screaming my name, holding my hair. I won't stop until you ask me to. I want to drown in your pleasure. I want to make you feel as good as you made me feel when you touched me. I am already so wet for you my dear. Let me show how grateful I am for your welcome.

Elestren.

Oh Goddess! I needed a time out. I read a couple of other notes. They never spoke of love, but they seemed to have a relationship. They enjoyed their time together, but it seemed nothing ever became serious, in a romantic way, at least. I kept on reading. There were dozens of letters. In one, Elestren, the other woman, told how she joined the daughter of someone named Margot. She wanted to leave, because their pack territory was too close to "him", who was he? Who was this man she wanted to escape from? Her father? Her mate? Someone who had done bad things to her? A growl escaped my throat when I thought about all the things that would force a woman to leave her home... As she was escorting this other woman, along with the woman's mate and a few warriors, they were ambushed. They were separated and she was left alone with the woman. She had shifted and killed the attackers. She was a warrior too. She had to be an impressive warrior with a powerful wolf to defend someone against several attackers trying to kidnap the woman for ransom.

She wrote how she joined this pack, Yew Tree pack. Now I knew where she was. In a few months she was committed in the pack and became a council member. Apparently, Kenna wanted her to explain to her what had happened before she met her, as, after several years, Elestren had still not fully told her story to her friend. But then, I saw the last few pages were the same letter. She told her story. It was the last one. It was written only a couple of weeks ago. Maybe this was why Kenna had prepared for a small trip. Maybe after that letter she wanted to see her friend. Maybe that letter would tell us who she was talking about when she wrote about "him". Maybe that letter held the answers to our questions about Kenna's death.

Malcolm

It was late. After dinner, Josh and Aileen took the plane back south. I wanted to check on James to see if he got anything out of these letters. I went to his house, which was right next to mine. I rang at the door. He did not answer, but I could see the light coming from the living room. I decided to enter, I had the keys anyways. I walked in. I could see his back sitting on the couch.

"James, I rang you didn't answer me!" I said almost scolding him. He did not answer. He was looking at some papers, at the letters.

"James!" I yelled. He looked up and turned to see who was shouting. He was crying. Silently crying, probably since before I came in.

"What happened? Are you okay?" I asked in a panic. I had not seen James cry since our parents had died. There was something about witnessing my little brother in pain that destroyed me for a second, as if I had failed him. I quickly came up to him.

"James what is it?" I asked again wanting to make sure he was okay.

"I'm sorry." He simply responded gathering himself. He chuckled a bit. "I'm just being stupid. I don't think the letters will tell us anything about why Kenna is dead, but you should read them. There are some things you should know." He handed me the letters and went in the kitchen. He quickly told me that the first ones were nice things but maybe I'd feel uncomfortable reading them next to him. I fast read them, just to know what that was all about. It took me some time. James sat in the kitchen, making some food. I gathered he had not eaten yet. I began reading the last one, a few of the pages had tears on them, some of them were James', but there seemed to be others, dry ones, from Kenna presumably. Once I had read them, I was left speechless. I looked at James.

"We need to do something about that guy!" he said resolutely.

"Agreed! But I think we should return these letters to the person who sent them first, with our regards. Give her time to grief."