Warriors Submissive Beta

Chapter 13

Dom

Leo's POV

When I first understood what sex was and how mates worked, I expected it to be nice. Great maybe; having someone who would automatically like you through your good and your bad without passing true judgment.

It sounded safe.

When I kissed someone for the first time, I could feel my heart racing and it was nice. Good even. It was easy to fall into that quick rhythm that teens often do; kissing someone just to experience the quick thrill in your bones. The deep desire to feel the tingles from your toes to your nose.

It was a thrill.

When I first finished with someone other than myself, I felt a deep-set satisfaction in my bones and it was pleasurable. Mind-blowing even. Everyone talked about how amazing it was, so I thought I should try it. It was quick, a messy handjob under the blankets when we were supposed to be working on a chemistry project.

It felt exciting.

I enjoyed the thrill ad the chills I got from grinding on someone or simply kissing them. It was as if I was touch-starved my entire life and just then was experiencing human contact for the first time in my life.

I never believed having a mate would bring me the same thrill; the same person over and over again became boring. I enjoyed the chill in my bones whenever I kissed someone new.

It was a new life all over again; reassuring that I wasn't alone.

But then I met my mate, and I finally understood what people meant when they said you can reach euphoria when you have sex.

Because I began to dance among the clouds.

Nothing in the world compared to the full-body shivers I got when he walked into the room. Nothing compared to the way every hair on my body stood at attention when his hands so much as graced my skin. Nothing compared to the way my mind went blank the moment his lips touched mine. Nothing compared to the way I lost myself when we had sex.

Nothing compared to the way he made me feel as though I was enough as if.

I no longer felt a need to find the thrill of life within other people and their need for a closeness only another person could provide; because that was me.

I lost any desire to feel a thrill outside of him because he seemed to have all of the control over the chills that racked my body; he had all the control over me.

And I fell in love with it. The lack of control when I'd feared losing control my entire life.

Growing up, I had a fascination with seeing the warriors so in line and trained to a T. They could watch each other's back in the middle of the night in perfect harmony with the others. Their control over themselves made me want control over everything.

I became a perfectionist at a young age and made sure everything was always perfect; nothing out of line, always showering at 7:37 but starting the water at 7:35 and not a minute earlier because then everything would be thrown off. As I got older, these habits grew into a need for something more. I lost the thrill of seeing the warriors train together with perfect control; I went to look for control somewhere else.

Picking who I kissed was like picking the exact time I showered when I was young; I had control again. Making out under the bleachers gave me thrills and control because I was able to decide who made my heart start racing with adrenalin.

But then my mate came in and took every bit of control from me.

And for the first time in my life, I experienced euphoria.

The blinding light behind my eyes every time he kissed me. The blush that raced up to paint my cheeks red when he called me pretty. The pleasure that filled a hole I hadn't known was empty when I was under him.

Everything fell together perfectly with him by my side; my desire for control disappeared as soon as I saw him because I knew, I just knew, that he would have full control. And I was okay with that.

It no longer sounded safe, it was safe.

I found my safety in his arms at night when things just became too hard. I found my safety in knowing he was behind me no matter where I was or who I was dealing with. I found my safety in his smile when he saw me playing with the pack kids. I found my safety in his hands as he wiped away my tears. I found my safety in him. He was my safety.

So here I am now, under him in complete euphoria. Listening to his breaths and quiet moans as I lose myself in the thrill and tingles and chills he brings me. Unable to register the moans and whimpers leaving my mouth because everything is just too much yet not enough at the same time.

Listening to him talk into my ear but not fulling registering what he is saying because the clouds are fogging up my mind just a bit too much. The full feeling only he could give me; a feeling of deep satisfaction throughout my entire being because this, this is what I've always craved.

Nothing could compare to the drowning of my own thoughts as pleasure washed over me as if nothing else mattered; only him and me at this moment. As he played my body as though I was a pawn on his chessboard, and I loved it.

He brought me up so high only to let me come crashing back down with him there to catch me. Because he was safe, and I know he would catch me when I fell.

"Sweetheart, you need to drink some water for me," mate. Everything around me was still clouded: soft and foggy. Dripping with the sweetest words as I let myself be pulled into my mate and allowed him to do as he pleased. Completely gone to the world and absolutely lost in a sea of pleasure and safety.

Nothing in the world could compare to this.

"There ya go mi amor; aren't you just the best princess ever. Listening so well and drinking up for me. Such a good boy." Oh, and there was that. The deep longing in my soul for someone, anyone, to think I'm good.

And he thinks I'm good. He knows I'm good. Even when I interrupt and cut people off and am too much to handle for most people; he thinks I'm good.

I let myself get lost in his gentle words and soft touches because I know that no matter what, he'll be there for me when I come down from the clouds. He's always there for me when I come down from the place he puts me.

I let myself fall ever farther into the euphoria he allowed me to experience.

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"Pancakes or waffles?" Is how I woke up the next morning. Dom was running his hands through my hair as I decided what I wanted for breakfast.

"Pancakes, oh and fruit, some orange juice would be great too," I requested with a lazy grin pulling at the sides of my mouth. Dom nodded but continued to play with my hair for a bit.

"How are you feeling after last night? You were a bit...out of it for the majority of the night," he asked with a grin.

"I'm good, just kinda lost in my head last night, I guess." That was true, I usually do get kinda spacey, but everything fell away last night and I completely submitted to him.

It was like heaven on earth.

Hi!!! I'm sorry I've been MIA for so long, I just got busy and lost motivation for all of this. I'll try to update this a bit more now, but I am working on my other story a bit more just because I feel more creative for that one. Check it out if you feel like it!!

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