Hi, it's me. The villain of my mate's story. My name is Entropy.
I had not known, truly, that my mate lived so closely to me. When we met, the feeling that rushed through me was immediate. The feeling was heady, instantaneous. Some people say it feels like being struck by lightening, in a good way, which made no sense to me. It felt more like a sucker punch to the gut for a millisecond and then a shiver. Werewolves rarely get cold. It was like I discovered a 7th sense.
I knew it was him. My mate. And after that, no one else mattered.
But that was the problem. There was already someone else in my life. Someone I quite liked. Loved, even. But my feelings would never make me feel as feral the way I feel for Canyon, my mate.
That somebody was human. His name was Rye. He was kind and gentle during our dates. Extremely rough in bed, the way I like it. He even seemed somewhat completely unsurprised when I admitted to being a werewolf. It was probably because he knew. Every human in Lake of the Woods knew about werewolves. There were more werewolves in this part of Minnesota than there are humans anyways. Sometimes, we get so careless we forget that the rest of human race doesn't know about our existence.
When I told Rye I had found my mate, he seemed somber. He had known of the possibility of this happening, I had told him before. He had accepted it, but he was no less heartbroken than I was.
"I can't explain it," I told him. We were laying on his full-sized mattress in his cabin. He had lit a small candle on the nightstand. "It's like the way I love you, but something deeper. Like I couldn't live life without him. I need him as much as I need oxygen. It's sounds so dumb and corny saying aloud. Especially since it's something you could never experience."
Rye laughed, but I heard his a crack in his voice. I couldn't be sure, though. "So this is how I am being dumped?"
I stayed silent. "It's not fair to you or him."
Rye buried his face in my neck and started to kiss the skin there. The kisses turned rougher and rougher, which made my breathing heavy. He licked my collarbone and then looked up at me. His hazel eyes pierced my soul.
"Then can I have you one last time?" he asked. His breathy voice took me from hot and bothered to fully turned on. I could smell his arousal.
His hands wandered towards the hem of my shirt which he lifted up in one swift movement. He teased my breasts with his hands and gently tugged at my left nipple with his teeth.
I whimpered, then nodded, "Please. Put it in."
"Not yet, kitten."
I laughed at the stupid nickname because I am a wolf which was closer to dog than cat. My laughter was cut short when I yelped as he took off my shorts and panties with one pull. He parted my legs and revealed me to him.
He lapped at my pussy like a goddam dog. I felt his tongue between my folds and then he viciously sucked my clit. I grabbed his brown curls and screamed his name as I came on his mouth.
Moments later, he emerged wiping my wetness from his lips. He had already unbuckled his jeans. I could see the tip of his dick wet with need.
"Get up and get on top," he ordered. "This will be the last time you'll get to ride. I wanna see you savor my cock."
I obeyed. As he laid down, I climbed on top of him and held his cock in my hand, positioning it with my entrance. I pushed it in and lowered myself down his shaft. The feeling was pure ecstasy, I couldn't help but moan as I felt myself taking him deeper and deeper.
"Fuck, yes," I said.
I rolled my hips, feeling every inch of him. My hands rested on his abs as I kept moving, finding my rhythm.
"God, I love watching your tits bounce when we fuck," he told me. "Faster, baby. That's right."
His left hand slapped my ass cheek and the sting made me moan. I could feel my pussy gushing. His right hand found my throat and gripped it firmly. He gave my throat a tight squeeze and held me there as he took control fucking me from below. His cock rammed me at an insane intensity. I could feel my eyes rolling back.
"You want my cum?" he asked.
When I didn't answer, he repeated the words again more aggressively.
"Yes," I said. "Fill me up with your cum, please. Please." I moaned.
He grunted and thrusted into me one last time and then slowly let go of my throat as his cock throbbed and pulsed inside of me. He moaned loudly while his load filled me up to the brim. I found myself climaxing to the feeling of his seed impregnating me.
It wasn't the first time Rye had finished inside me. It was definitely the last time. I had thought nothing of it since conception wasn't possible between a human and a werewolf. At least, I hadn't known it to be.
Sex felt as good as it ever did, maybe even the best it has ever been between us. That was the last time I saw Rye.
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I avoided Canyon like the plague for the next few days after my meeting with Rye. Canyon would be able to sniff out the smell of another man's scent on his mate, surely. Any mate would be able to. I'd think.
Actually, I didn't know much about Canyon. To be fair, we met once...the day before my last time with Rye. I knew that I had to break it off with Rye and went to see him as soon as I could. It wasn't fair to him knowing I could never feel as strongly about him as I did for my mate. I knew how I felt about Canyon wouldn't change.
You're probably wondering why I even started a relationship with Rye even though I knew of the possibility of finding my mate. What was I supposed to do? Let my ovaries shrivel up? Never know a man's touch? Finding your mate is rare. Sure, I could mate with any male wolf, but it wasn't the same as my mate.
The truth was never fathomed I'd find my mate. I rarely go anywhere and there's barely anybody here. You'd think I would've met Canyon sooner. The community isn't huge here, but I am a self-proclaimed hermit and though I've heard of him, we had never met. It isn't like I'm somebody important the way he is, alpha-to-be. He was busying doing important things like sitting at a war table or something on the other side of the lake! My family and I...we're regular, smegular citizens of the pack. We're farmers by occupation, for goodness sakes.
My point being is that I didn't get to know Canyon until after we met and realized we were each other's mate. I doubt he would've talked to me otherwise. He's hot, alpha-to-be, seriously hot, and a very type-A sort of man (I learned quickly). It was like he was born with leadership and aura all in one.
When word got out that he had found his mate, things started moving quickly. He wanted me to move in immediately. Though, I was completely onboard and wanted not a second wasted, I did worry about who would be feeding my chickens. My dad never fed them enough and my mom too much. Her generous heart couldn't help it.
Before I knew it, I was whisked away to the Waters' residence. It was crazy how different and unfamiliar it feels on the other side of the lake. Canyon did his best to make me feel right at home. He wasn't home often, and I did feel a bit like a caged bird but he was the absolute sweetest. My mate was perfect. It was all perfect. Until it wasn't.