032 THE MATE BOND MANIPURATION
- THE MATE BOND MANIPULATION
Maxwell
I knew it would come to this. I had anticipated it from the moment she entered the room, her eyes blazing with a mix of anger and vulnerability. Now that she was going to bring up her nanny, I remember I had already sent someone to fetch her. I had questions for the nanny too, but that wasn’t the focus of this moment.
My mind was racing, trying to figure out how to make Delilah understand that this wasn’t easy for me either. How could I make her see that, despite everything, she needed Farrell to unlock more of her powers? It wasn’t just about her feelings or mine…it was about destiny, about the path the goddess had laid out for us.
“You’re scaring me,” she said, her voice trembling. “You knew perfectly well I could hear your thoughts, yet you’re still pushing it forward?” Her anger flared, and I could feel the tension in the room thickening.
I moved closer to her, my steps slow and deliberate. My hands found their way around her body, pulling her into an embrace. I inhaled her scent, the familiar aroma calming my frayed nerves. It was like a balm to my soul, soothing the ache that had been building inside me. I pressed my lips to the side of her head, a gentle kiss meant to reassure her. Before I could say another word, her hands curled around my waist, and she rested her head against my heaving chest.
“He hurts me so much,” she whispered, her voice breaking, “I can’t push myself to forgive him.”
My heart ached for her. I pressed another kiss to her head, my arms tightening around her small frame. She felt so fragile in my arms, yet I knew the strength she carried within her. She took a deep breath and continued, her words spilling out in a rush.
“It was our mating ritual. I was a virgin, and for me to become his Luna after we got married, he needed to mark me and…” She paused, her voice catching. “Sandra, my best friend, she came out of nowhere. When Farrell saw her, he called her his mate.”
I closed my eyes, guilt washing over me. I had been selfish, keeping the truth from her. I couldn’t blame Farrell for what had happened. I, too, had been deceived by a fake bond before, and I understood the pain and confusion it caused. But it was time to come clean, to put her mind at ease.
“Sandra is not Farrell’s mate, Delilah,” I said, my voice steady despite the turmoil inside me. “She’s a fake.”
Delilah’s body stiffened, and she gasped, pulling away slightly to look up at me. Her eyes were wide with confusion and disbelief. “What are you talking about?” she asked, her voice trembling.
I took a step back, creating a small distance between us, and began to explain. “Sandra sought out the help of a witch. Together, they manipulated the sacred mate bond. That’s what happened. Farrell isn’t to blame. It’s all Sandra.”
Delilah completely pulled away from me, her face a mask of confusion and shock. She began pacing the room, her hands running through her hair as she processed what I had just told her. I watched her, my heart aching for her pain. Finally, she stopped and turned to me, her eyes searching mine for answers.
“How did you know that?” she asked, her voice was low, almost not audible.
I walked over to an armless chair in the room and sat down my eyes never leaving hers. She remained standing, her arms folded across her chest, waiting for me to continue. “My elder sister is a witch,” I said, watching her closely for any reaction. But Delilah remained composed, her expression unreadable. “She revealed everything about you to us when you were sick.”
Delilah’s eyes narrowed, and a flicker of anger crossed her face. “That bitch,” she muttered under her breath. “I I knew she had been desiring my husband for a long time. But because I loved her as a friend, I overlooked the way
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she used to look at him.” She took a step forward, her hands clenched into fists.
“Come here,” I said softly, extending a hand to her.
She hesitated for a moment before walking over to me. She sat on my thigh, straddling me, and I exhaled as her scent enveloped me once more. My body responded to her presence instantly, a deep yearning building within me. This was what she did to me, every time she was near, I felt whole, complete.
“My King,” she whispered, her voice laced with need. The mate bond was at work again, pulling us together, and 1 could feel it as strongly as she could.
“What do you want, Delilah?” I asked, my voice low and husky. My body was already responding to her, my member swelling inside my pants, hard and eager. She had just come out of the bathroom, and her bare openings brushed against me, sending a jolt of desire through my veins.
Her hands flew to my shoulders, gripping me tightly. “I want to feel you inside me,” she said, her voice trembling with desire.
A warm smile curled my lips. “Undress me, then,” I said, my voice barely audible.
She moved quickly, her hands trembling with desperation as she undressed me. Then, she untied her bathrobe, letting it fall to the floor. My breath caught in my throat as took in her beauty. She was stunning, her body a masterpiece that never failed to leave me in awe.
My cock twitched, ready for her. She straddled me again, her core brushing against my length, and I could feel her warmth. She was already aroused, and the thought of her wet for me sent a surge of desire through me.
“You’re wet for me, my queen,” I said, my voice thick with desire. Calling her my queen was something I had wanted to do from the moment I discovered she was my mate. It felt right, natural.
I grabbed her waist, guiding her hips gently as she sank down onto my length. Her tiny hole enveloped me, and I groaned as she took me in fully. Her scream was loud and sensual, sending a shiver down my spine. Her grip on my shoulders tightened, and her body vibrated as she fought to accommodate me.
Once I felt her body relax, I began to thrust upward, guiding her hips to meet my movements. The sensation was heavenly, and we clung to each other, crying out in pleasure. Our bodies moved in perfect harmony, the mate bond pulling us closer with every thrust. Finally, I knotted inside her, our bodies joined in the most intimate way possible.
She was my mate, my second half, my destiny. But I knew that I would have to share her with the one the goddess had chosen. It was our destiny, and as much as it pained me I would accept it. For her, I would do anything.
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