My Forced To Marry Mate ✔

Chapter 10

Evangeline

I walked up the stairs and towards our room. I could hear Blake's angered form inside and the TV on even though he wasn't watching it. I paused behind the door before opening it. He turned to me immediately and opened his mouth to growl at me.

But I only rushed forward and kissed him softly.

It was a shock, really. I was as confused as he was, probably thinking what has gotten into my mind and it made me realize, Blake never kissed me. Not as a simple gesture and not when he made me his. Maybe he wasn't used to kissing or maybe he didn't like kissing. Either way, I was planning on kissing him.

I pulled back and opened my eyes, looking up at him, "I'm sorry" I whispered looking into his eyes. I looked down and let my hands relax as they clung to his shoulders. I looked back up to meet his eyes still with mine, "Blake?".

And then his lips were on mine again.

I was frozen, but only for a few seconds. Soon, my lips moved against his, trying to mimic his actions. His large hand wrapped around my waist while the other touched my cheek as he pulled me against him. It was the first gentle action he had done to me. And I loved it. I moved my lips against his before his lips separated from mine only to trail along my neck and suck on his mark. I moaned and with his help, wrapped my legs around his torso. I was pressed against the wall as he practically memorized the taste of my neck. "Mmm" he groaned moving me so our lower half's connected. "What is this for?".

I rubbed myself against him slowly, panting, "I don't know" I said hoping he didn't get my lie. I wanted revenge. If my mate thought I was a whore, I'll be one for him. And oh would he feel this. "Take me, Blake" I murmured softly, reaching down to grab his length, feeling him stiffen his shoulders as I grabbed him. "Rough or soft. I need you".

I was laying down on our bed the next moment. Maybe it wouldn't be so bad. Maybe I really did belong with Blake after all. Maybe this was supposed to happen. And he was supposed to be out of my life. I was Blake's. He took my virginity meaning he made me his in every way. He took me hard and rough. He took me in every position. He made my body crave for his touch. And even if my mind wasn't used to this like my body, I would make it. My wolf would have to take Blake's as her mate. We belonged to him now.

Blake pulled the large shirt I wore over my head and spread my legs. He lay between them, staring down at me. I moaned under his gaze and arched my back stretching my neck. I let my hands travel down my side and I touched myself gently. I slid a finger into myself only for it to be yanked away. "Only I will touch my body" Blake growled even though the bulge on his pants was large and waiting.

I moaned again and spread my legs wider for him, "Then touch me" I whispered. I reached down and grabbed his length, pulling him down between my legs, "Fuck me, Blake".

I helped him out of his shirt and helped him yank down his pants. After everything was disposed of, I wrapped my legs around him and trailed my fingers along his chest. I leaned up and kissed his shoulder hearing him groan. I bit his ear and tugged at it. I brought his hand to my mouth and sucked on his finger. "Evangeline!" he growled, eyes dark.

And soon, he was slamming into me.

I closed my eyes and cried out softly seeing as he wasn't small, but that was it. I felt him stop and his eyes on my face. It wasn't that bad. It felt... good. I felt amazingly ok and the pain of him taking me wasn't here. Maybe what made it hurt was me not accepting this. Maybe it was all on my mind. But now, that I wanted him to touch me, it felt good. I had accepted my fate and I was ok with it. Yet I felt fear. I didn't feel the revenge in me anymore. I didn't want this anymore. I had made a mistake.