Kidnapped by my Mate

Negotiation

Gideon

Ever since I had seen her in her bed last night and she had moaned my name, I couldn't think of anything else but f*****g her.

I had heard her scream as usual. When I had wanted to make sure she was okay, I had gone to her room. Instead of leaving immediately as usual, I had stared at my beautiful mate. She was lying on the bed, wearing just a tank top and pijama shorts. She had trampled the blanket off her, she had been restless. The scent of her arousal had filled the room and she had started to moan softly. I had moved closer to her and sat next to her on her bed. It was only with great effort that I had been able to stop myself from touching her. Because if I would have touched her, I wouldn't have been able to stop.

Suddenly she had moaned my name out loud. She had dreamed about me, about having s*x with me.

She wanted me, or at least her body did.

The plan to offer her her freedom in exchange for her body had formed in my head.

When I had spoken to her this morning, she had become wet and I had smelled it. I would have loved to f**k her on the kitchen table right then and there. But I wanted her to be willing.

I knew she would never give in to the mate-bond and accept me. And I couldn't keep her anyway. My life was too dangerous for Wanda and I wouldn't survive it if something would happen to her.

I didn't know what it would do to me if I let her go in six months. I wanted her so much, it felt so much more intense than with Abby.

My desire was rougher and darker with Wanda. I wanted everything from her.

Maybe it was because I knew I was going to lose her or because she was my second chance mate.

I knew that if she agreed to the deal, I would only have her for a short time. After that, I would have to send her home so she could find her second chance mate.

Everything in me resisted against this thought and my wolf howled angrily inside me.

Wanda

No. No. No. No! No way!

I wouldn't go to sleep with him.

It was true, I was attracted to him and he was really handsome. But he bought me from his father, who had kidnapped me. It was just wrong.

But what if I stayed with him for a year? What if I eventually gave in to the mate-bond, or worse, got into heat?

If I went along with the deal, I could at least tell myself that I was only having s*x with him because of that.

I would just dabeo think about something else, I didn't want to enjoy it.

Ever since we had kissed, I had kept thinking about how his lips had felt against mine.

I had enjoyed every second of it and if he would have wanted me, I would have had s*x with him.

I thought about this all day until it was time to prepare dinner.

I had decided I would take the deal and go home. I wouldn't enjoy the s*x and I would deal with all my feelings at home.

But before I would agree, I had to talk to Gideon. I didn't want to catch any diseases or anything.

I was making the salad when Gideon stepped behind me and pressed his nose into my neck.

He sniffed at me, a shudder ran down my spine. His scent and his closeness surrounded me, causing my arousal and desire for him to flare up.

Pull yourself together Wanda!

I turned slightly to the side and looked sternly at Gideon. He pulled away from me, his face clearly showing his amusement.

"Do you have an answer for me?" He asked, brushing a strand of hair behind my ear.

"I have a few questions first." I said.

"Of course you do. Let's sit down." Gideon said.

We sat down at the small table across from each other.

"What do you want to know?" Gideon asked and smiled at me.

"What do you expect from me? What will the next six months be like if I say yes?" I asked.

"My cook will be back from vacation tomorrow, so you'll have nothing to do all day except be available for me."

"But you're working, aren't you?"

"I'll be working from here. I wasn't understating things when I told you that I really want you. I'm going to f**k you several times a day. So prepare yourself for that."

"Several times a day?" I shrieked in shock. He wanted me several times a day? I was very s****l myself but I'd never had that with any of my dates before. But I hadn't met my mate yet either.

"I know you're no longer a virgin, I can smell it. Why does that shock you so much? You know how s****l werewolves are in general. With their mate, most of them are even more active. Besides when you agree to the Deal you will be mine, and I plan in enjoy you as much as I can."

Oh-oh.

Of course I knew all of that. But I was determined not to feel anything and not to enjoy the s*x with him. Or at least not to show it.

How was I supposed to do that if he wanted to f**k me several times a day?

So that he didn't realize what was going on inside me, I changed the subject and asked a different question.

"How are we going to use protection? I don't want to catch any diseases."

Gideon grinned broadly at me; it was very rare for werewolves to catch STDs. But I didn't know who he had already slept with and wanted to be on the safe side.

"You'll still have the IUD for the next two years and I won't infect you with anything. I got my new blood test results today."

Gideon said and took a piece of paper out of his jeans. It had all kinds of values from a laboratory on it. When I was satisfied, I handed the piece of paper back to him.

"I got your blood results from my father and I know that you are healthy. You're my mate and I'm not going to f**k you with a condom. You're the only one I'll ever f**k like that."

My snotty reply stuck in my throat when I saw the look in his eyes. I didn't know exactly what it was, but it looked like.... like affection.

"Okay. And you're really going to let me go after this?" I asked, trying to cover the pounding of my heart.

"Of course. I'm a man of my word." He said it seriously and with sincerity.

I swallowed the lump in my throat.

"Then I my answer, yes." I said.

A wide smile spread across Gideon's face. He stood up and pulled me up from my chair into his embrace.

He hugged me tightly and I felt his hard member pressed against my stomach.

He had his hand buried in my hair and held my head so that I was looking straight into his eyes.

The color of his eyes never ceased to amaze me. The light brown was such a contrast to his dark hair.

"You're mine." He said darkly, his voice sending a shiver through me.

What had I gotten myself into?