The Mating Game

Unrequited

A/N: Hey I'm back due to the endless support you guys have been sending my way and continuous asking for an update, I know it's been long overdue and I promised this months ago and I apologize but life got in the way and I'll try to be more consistent with updates from here on out. This chapter is dedicated to TheScriptOneRepublic thank you ❤️.

WARNING: The beginning of this chapter is a bit explicit, I still suggest reading the parts of the scene that aren't though.

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The Mating Game
Chapter 6

She moaned as he eased his way back inside of her, her nails were digging into his back, and her back was arched in perfect contentment . She was the very image of pleasure in that moment, she was a blissful haze of sweaty kisses and friction.

She could feel it, brimming, building, bubbling to the top as she desperately attempted to grasp it...so close yet so far at the same time. Every thrust brought her closer to clutching it. She trembled with the need for release. He was thick, hard, so beautifully built that she could hardly believe she was sharing a moment of this nature with him.

It was everything she had dreamed it would be.

He picked up the speed of his thrusts and his breath became heavier. He was gripping her sides so hard she knew it would mark her. But she didn't care, she could tell he was nearing his release. That very thought made her come undone. Her eyes rolled into the back of her head and her body spasmed into the most earth shattering orgasm. God, he was the best she'd ever had.

A few moments later, he grunted and released himself. He then rolled off of her.

She reached to wrap her arms around his waist but winced when he pushed her arm away and sat up. She tried not to feel too discouraged by his action and sat up too, bringing the sheet along with her to cover herself.

"So, " She began shyly, twiddling the sheet between her fingers and looking everywhere but into his intense gaze, "what does this make us? "

He furrowed his eyebrows, "What do you mean Ferra? I thought we were just having some fun? You're in a competition to mate Howl, remember? "

She balled the sheet up in her hands in anger. This had been the second time they'd done this and she thought by now he'd understand. Howl was the furthest thing from her mind. How could she think she would be sleeping with him but planning to mate his closest friend?

"Do you think I'm a slut? Who Just goes spreading her legs for 'fun'? I made it perfectly clear what I wanted Dylan, from the moment I stepped foot in this house." She snapped angrily.

She could see Dylan hastily putting on his underwear. And this just ticked her off more.

"You're not Just gonna run, you coward." She growled, crawling over to him to stop his hasty motions. She gripped his arm but he only pulled it away and stood completely up as though she were made of acid.

She just couldn't comprehend how they got where they were. Sure she seduced him into bed, but not under false pretenses. Every time she got a chance alone with him, she would throw herself at him. She promised herself she wouldn't put pressure on him to mate her Right away, but she certainly wanted him taking her serious. She wasnt just some girl he slept with every now and then. She had no intentions of becoming that.

"You should take this competition more seriously. " Dylan said dryly and he slipped his shirt on.

Ferra gulped, this was not how things between them was supposed to go. She thought the faster she put out, the closer they'd get to mating. She thought if he took her seriously as a woman and made love to her that he'd see how serious she was about him. She was wrong though, just plain wrong.