-Daphne- I could understand if my confession made him scared. I knew hearing I had loved only one person for so long had to be shocking and a bit scary because what did that mean for us? But I meant it when I said I would choose no one over him. Jackson was just… fascinating. I couldn’t explain it. It had to be the bond, but also I wanted to say it was just him. That I would be fascinated with him without the bond. I couldn’t say for sure, but I did feel a very strong pull to him. Something I couldn’t believe was only the mate bond. I liked it a lot though, and couldn’t help but smile a little for the rest of the way, but when we neared a giant mansion, I felt confused. “Is this?” “My cousin’s? Yup.” “I heard about there being a dungeon. Planning to tie me up?” I joked, as I crossed my arms, but when he turned to watch me, his eyes were glowing. “Is that something you would enjoy?” he asked. “Jackson!” “What? I can do that if it gets you off,” he told me. I rolled my eyes, but

-Daphne- I had not thought being spanked could be enjoyable and that first one had certainly hit hard, but this was something else. It was a slight shock mixed with a dull sting and warmth that travelled to my pussy, heating it up a little and making me feel something slipping out of me. Was I dripping? “Shit Daphne,” he mumbled, as he probably watched it happen. He ran his fingers up the trail, scooping it back up and pushing my own juices inside of me again before he fucked me with his fingers. “Goddess!” I exclaimed. One joined the other two and then he was stretching me, not moving a lot, but I couldn’t help but shift back and forth, wanting more, wanting them deep inside of me. Shit, it was good. I could feel the pleasure building again as I fucked myself with his fingers, but then he withdrew them, making me whimper. “Jackson!” I looked over my shoulder, seeing him suck his fingers clean, making me heat up at the sight of it. “Sassy mates don’t get to come.” “I was so cl

-Daphne- I had been quite clear about him not touching me, but when I woke up in the morning, I found a heavy arm around my waist and a hard body pressed against me. I was about to tell him to move to his side, but when I moved, I felt his hard cock against my ass, rubbing me. Shit, it made a whoosh of warmth go through me, but it was a delightful feeling. How could I lose control so fast? I wondered. My body moved on its own, my hips shifting a little, rubbing against him, inviting him. Jackson groaned darkly, the arm around me pressing me closer, before his hands slipped over my stomach, going to my hip and guiding me. “Hungry?” he whispered in my ear. “Do you need your alpha?” Fuck, I loved that dark morning voice, and his hand dipped lower, now going under the t-shirt I had slept in. A little scream left my lips as his fingers found my clit. He didn’t move them but let me move against them, rolling my hips, and bringing us both pleasure. I wasn’t myself. This wasn’t me, but it s

-Daphne- I enjoyed it a lot to get to know Jackson and making him get to know me. We talked for a long time, not even realizing how fast time was passing until the sun began lowering in the sky, and Jackson noticed out of the open doors we had let stay like that so the cool breeze could come inside the house. “Shit, I think we are almost past dinner,” he whispered. I turned and watched as the sun was on its way down, too. It was crazy how fast time went just talking and spending time together, but something deep in me was also pleased as we had spent all that time together. It made me feel deeper connected to him. “Shall we go eat?” he asked. I nodded, and he grabbed my hand as he led me to where the kitchen was, but as he made me sit at the kitchen island, I realized something. “I can’t cook,” I told him. He chuckled. “That’s all right. I can.” “You can?” “My mom was taught it, and she taught me. I am not a chef, but I can make us food,” he promised me. I smiled, enjoying my

-Daphne- Jackson’s words surprised me so much. I couldn’t make sense of them first. How could a marking help anything? That would only make my family so angry. They would definitely want revenge if I came back mark and mated to someone they didn’t approve of and then everything I feared would definitely happen. But then Jackson explained what he meant and slowly I began seeing where he was going. I couldn’t say I completely agreed though, but I could see where he was coming from. “Jackson…” I began. “Consider it.” “But it wouldn’t be right,” I whispered. “What do you mean?” “I mean, you would be forced to stay bound to me. Feelings can still change. You could still get angry with me, and where would we stand then?” I asked. “But it would be different.” “No, you would hate me.” “Daphne, I could never hate you.” “No, listen to me.” I grabbed his hands, holding onto them, and a smile spread across both our lips because we couldn’t help it. We were still mates, and we desired on