Chapter 34: Wholly Goosebumps

Damien

She hesitantly asked. “Are you going to reject me?” I pulled her onto my lap, still being mindful of her leg. “What, NO never.” I kissed her. “I would never put you through the pain and suffering that goes with rejection, besides, I. Want. You.” I told her making sure to punctuate my last three words. I looked into her eyes hoping that she sees all my love and loyalty to her and only her. “What happens when a mate is rejected?” She asked. “Well, the rejected mate, if they don’t accept the rejection and even some that have accepted the rejection can go through depression, some end up going rogue because they have lost all hope and have lost the human part of themselves.” I explained drawing imaginary circles on her arm. “They will also feel any intimacy that their mate is engaging in.” “They would be that selfish to put their destined mate through all that pain.” “If the bond for the rejected mate is strong, then, yes. They aren’t thinking of the pain they will cause, only that they want to get away from the mate that they consider unworthy. It happens.” “But don’t they lose their chance at happiness?” “The one who did the rejection, usually already has a chosen mate that they want to be with. If the rejected mate is lucky, the Goddess will send them a second chance mate. In our pack we have been encouraged as to how important and precious finding our mate is no matter their rank or species. Some shifters never find their mate and end up settling down with someone that they love but the bond may not be as strong even after mating and claiming.”

She got quiet; she was thinking. “What’s going on in that pretty little head of yours?” I asked her. “Well, I'm wondering, would me rejecting Luther do anything? I mean, I know I just said that rejecting is horrible but he’s not my mate, you are, and we are together. Would it make a difference?” She asked. “I mean why would Luther think I'm his mate. I never felt for him the way I feel for you. His touch was always creepy, it made my skin crawl.” She shuddered at the thought. “Did anyone know about you and me? I mean the connection we made.” I asked her. “No way! I didn’t even tell Jaz. I thought it was just a crush, I wasn’t sure what it was.” She told me playing with my fingers. “Love, why didn’t you tell anyone what he did to you?” I asked as I twirled her hair around my fingers. “I was afraid of him. I’m still afraid of him. He’s the only person I am truly afraid of. I HATE it! I HATE him. I don’t use that word lightly but it’s how I feel.” She spit. “Sometimes when a shifter hasn’t found his or her mate or the mate has died his/her wolf will bond or imprint on someone and demand for their human to claim that person as their own, even if they are not their destined mate.” I explained. “Do you know how old he is?” “He told me he was twenty-four when we first meet.” “He could be older, most shifters go decades, even centuries looking for their mate. It drives some a bit crazy.”

Reign

We laid in silence for a few minutes. “Mate would never hurt us.” Nera whispered. “So, you finally decided to show up?” I sneered at her. She couldn't shut up and then she disappears on me. “I’m sorry, all the injuries and pain medicine affected me, and I was unable to help you. I am not strong yet, once you and our mate complete the mating ritual then I will be stronger and can emerge.” She explained. “Yeah, well...that’s okay, I guess. You know, I need to tell Damien about you. I need to know that I haven’t lost my mind.” I tell her. “Besides you’re always telling me trust him.” “Yes, he can help us understand who we are and what’s happening to us.” She agreed. “What do you mean understand who we are and what’s happening to us?” I asked. “All I know is that we are special, we are not just any shifter.” She said a little puzzled.

“Babygirl, I need to ask you something.” He said breaking me from my thoughts and my conversation with Nera. “Damien are you okay.” I asked. “I’m fine love.” He told me taking my hand in his. He got up and knelt down in front of me, pulling a small box from his drawer. My eyes got big. “Reign Rose Raven, I love you with all my heart. I want us to spend our lives together. I swear to you that I will give my life for you, you’re my life, my love, my world. Will you do me the honor of being my Luna, my mate, my wife, and the mother of my pups?” He asked opening the little box that held a five-carat heart shaped pink solitaire diamond ring. A smile spread across my lips with tears welling up in my eyes. “You better say yes!” Nera warned me.

“Wholly goose bumps!! He wants me to be his Luna, his wife, and the mother of his children. Do I want to do all that?” “Yes, you do want that. We want that, we want to be with mate and have their pups.” Nera chimed in. I rolled my eyes at her. “Yes! Damien! Yes!” I squealed as he slipped the ring on my finger. I threw myself into his arms. I leaned closer to him, I could feel his warm breath on my skin, a shiver glided down my back as he pressed his lips against mine and claimed them as his own. It was an explosion of electricity flowing through my body as he deepened the kiss. He nibbled on my bottom lip coaxing me to grant him access. When I submitted, he slid his tongue in my mouth and explored every inch of it as I melted into his arms. I felt his hardness against my stomach, I let out a needful moan. His lips left mine and I whimpered at the loss of contact. He slowly placed kisses from my jawline down my neck, my breathing became faster and erratic. I tilted my head back giving him better access. My mind was racing, am I ready for a relationship, and marriage after what happened with Luther? Damien and Luther are two different men. Luther is an abuser; he has to be in control of everything and everyone. He called me foul names, made me feel worthless, he made me think that he was he was the best I would ever find and that I should’ve counted myself lucky that he wanted me. Damien is the complete opposite. He loved me from the moment we met. He’d been protecting me since we came back to each other. I feel and see how much he loves me; his touch sends me into another world. Him calling my name, the sound of his voice makes my heart flutter. I want to be with him, I can see my life, my future, and a family with him. The only names he ever calls me are names of love, encouragement, and adoration.

“You are so beautiful Reign.” He whispered in my ear. I love the way it sounds rolling off his tongue. “You have no idea how much I want you.” He breathlessly whispered. My body was responding all on its own. “Damien, please.” I moaned. He pulled away from me slightly. “I’m sorry. I don’t want you to do anything you don’t want to or that you’re not ready for.” He said pressing his forehead against mine. I looked in his eyes. “Damien, I want to be with you.” I softly said. “I can’t fight my feelings anymore; it’s getting to be too much to fight.” He chuckled. “It’s the mating call, the longer we fight it, the stronger the pull gets.” He kept placing soft kisses from my neck down to my shoulders back up to my neck with each kiss sparks tingled down my spine. “We will go as slow as you want, there’s no rush. We have all the time in the world.” He said as he nibbled on my ear, a low moan escaped my lips. I felt him smile against my ear. My body had a mind of its own, I started grinding against his bulging member. He let out a low deep growl, I felt it build from deep in his chest. The vibration made my breath hitch. Damien slipped his hands under my shirt and dragged his fingertips up and down my back causing goose bumps all over my body. He moved his hands to my bottom; he massaged and squeezed my ass. I felt a tightness build up in the pit of my stomach, I clenched my legs tight around his thighs as a wave of pleasure and ecstasy had me shaking and bucking against him. Damien started bucking erratically and pulled me closer to him and buried his face in my hair as both of our release also came over us. He slowly leaned to the side rolling me off of him and inhaled my scent.

“Oh, my giddy aunt!” I giggled. Damien chuckled. “You have a giddy aunt? What makes her so giddy?” He asked tapping his finger to his chin. “I hope she wasn’t watching us.” He grinned. “I’m sure she got quite a show.” “Smartass.” I snorted. He smiled down at me and rubbed his nose against mine. “Just think, that was just a heated make out session, the real thing will feel so much better.” He said wiggling his eyebrows. I blushed and buried my face in his chest. “Don’t be embarrassed babygirl.” He said lifting my chin and gazing into my eyes. “I-I’m sorry. I don’t know what came over me.” I said breathlessly. “I’ve never done anything like that before.” “Don’t ever apologize, like I said, you set the pace.” He told me brushing hair away from my face. “You can explore me and experiment with me all you want. You can also ask me anything you want.” I set my chin on his chest. “Why do you always sniff me?” “Until you carry our mark, any male can try to take you from us. Your scent calms us, and it also allows us to scent you. In another words, it’s our way of having our scent on you so that other males know you are ours and only ours.” He said gazing into my eyes. “So that’s why the brat pack always have their heads in each other’s necks.” I said thinking back. “Yup, it’s one of our favorite things to do with our mates.” He smiled lovingly. “What do we need to do to be official mates? That’s what it’s called, right?” I asked. It was his turn for his eyes to go wide. “Are you sure? Are you serious?” He asked cupping my face in his hands. “Of course, I’m sure. I don’t want to waste any more time not being with you, and you just proposed so why wait?” Damien’s eyes clouded over and zoned out for a few minutes. “Okay.” He said as his eyes went back to his green color. “Mom is going to start arranging the ceremony for a week from now, if that’s okay with you?” “I have no complaints, do you?” “Not a chance, the sooner the better.” He excitedly said.