The Rejection

Chapter Eighteen

After dinner Lyle and I head back up to our room. Beast yips happily as he follows us, tripping over his own feet. Lyle closes the door and looks at me.

"I'm going to tell you everything. I just hope you don't hate me after," he says as we sit on the bed. I nod. "You aren't my first mate. My first mate was named Fawn. She was a beautiful human. Didn't understand the were world. She accepted what I am because she wanted to make it work. I did to her what I did to you. I took things too far. I hit her and I smashed her head against the wall. Her skull busted open and she bled to death. I hate myself for it yet I almost went down the same path with you."

I place a hand on his and look him in the eye. I place my lips on his. It's a quick kiss and when I pull away he is shocked.

"I had a mate before you as well. Also human. He rejected me. I told him everything about me and he thought I was crazy. So he rejected me and I haven't seen him since that night," I confess to Lyle. Lyle face turns angry.

"What an asshole. You're beautiful and smart and so loving. Is that why you got so upset when you thought I was going to reject you?" He asks. I nod, a tear slipping down my cheek. He wipes it away and kisses me. I kiss back and he pins me down on the bed. He kisses my neck and runs his tongue across the mark he gave me.

"Lyle," I moan out. He smirks against my skin and lifts my shirt off. His lips attack mine again and I run my hands through his hair. He grabs my hips and pushes himself against me. His sits up on his knees and unbuttons my pants. He slips them off and I sit up, practically ripping his shirt off.

I let a lust filled growl out as my eyes run up his torso. He smirks again as I unbutton his pants and pull them down his legs. He kicks them off and takes off my bra. He kisses me as he slips his hand inside my underwear. I let out a moan as he presses his fingers against me.

"Lyle, please," I beg, not being able to restrain my need for him any longer. He puts his lips next my ear.

"What do you want, Princess?" He asks, slipping a finger inside me. I let out a small cry. "This?" He moves his fingers faster. I lift my hips to him, moaning and shaking my head. He smirks again. He removes his fingers from me and rips my underwear off. He slides his boxers off. "Maybe this?" He enters me full force.

"Yes," I moan. He thrusts himself against me and I cry out. He places his lips on mine. His tongue explores my mouth as he moves inside me. I run my nails down his back and he buries his head between my neck and shoulder.

"Oh, princess," he groans. "I love you princess."

"I love you too, Lyle," I moan and with a final push he takes me to heaven. He follows me and we lie there, breathing heavily. He kisses my forehead, collapses besides me, and cuddles my body to his. Kissing my shoulder. He loves me. He finally fully loves me. Beast yips from the floor and I lean over the bed, pick him up, and cuddle the puppy while Lyle cuddles me. This is how things are supposed to be. Happy, blissful, and loving.