Alpha Niall And His Lost Mate

⚠️Just putting it out there, this is a very mature chapter,all of it. So if you're not interested in smut,you can skip here. You'll know what happened so don't worry about missing anything⚠️

Enjoy!

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Just one kiss.

It was just a kiss and it drove me crazy. I knew most of it was because of my mini heat stroke, but the desire for my mate was solely primal. I knew this was it. I couldn't wait until my heat came for him to grant me some release, I needed him now.

I didn't want it to be only because of my heat either. I wanted it to be like all the other times it will happen, only happening because we want each other so much. Yes, I might've initiated it because of a side effect of my heat, but now it was just up to me.

Up to us.

I ran my fingers through his hair as I slowly eased myself onto his lap so that I was straddling him. The kiss was still slow and soft, a gentle caress of our lips like a sweet song.

Nothing was gentle about how my body was feeling though. The mini heat stroke was replaced with a heat I've come to love when I'm with Niall.

Raw desire.

He roughly grabbed my ass, something completely contrasting to how sweet he was kissing me, but it sent a bolt of lightning through my whole body. I slowly began to grind myself on him, receiving a throaty but approving growl from him, only turning me on more.

I threw my head back as his lips attacked my neck like a leech to skin. I moaned loudly as he continued to massage my rear with one hand and used the other to hold my neck in place.

My movements on him increased, awakening a friend that I'm so eager to meet. My hands became sweaty and my eyes rolled back, but nothing in that moment made me feel uncomfortable. Not one thing.

I gasped when the fabric from my chest was torn from my body, revealing nothing but my black lace bra and bare chest. Niall's eyes drank me in with pure dark want before he captured that special area on the base of my neck in a maddening suckle.

"Niall.. " I gasped as he teased my mark with his tongue, driving me crazier than I never thought he could.

My fingers found deeper grip in his hair as he moved down my chest with his lips, capturing a sensitive bud beneath the fabric. His other hand left my ass and found my free breast where he tore the whole thing to shreds also.

a lot

sensitising the feeling even more. It didn't help that Niall just continued his

edge, but something told me

us around so that I was on my front with my arse up. I blinked a few times to adjust, but I barely got the chance to, since my jeans were being torn from my body too. I winced when I felt a sharp sting on the side of my thigh, signalling that his claw dug too deep

the small open wound.

to stay still as he kissed his way up my thigh and to my left cheek, where he slid his fingers over my right cheek to the base of my panties.

To feel more.

maddening manner, he rubbed his thumb over my sensitive skin through my thin underwear. I buried my face in the sheets as

torture it seemed. Nope. Instead, he aimed to push me all

of the fabric, only to sweep his tongue slowly over my moisture. To say it felt good

my hand as he continued to push me over the edge with his tongue. But he was not having that, no no. He held my hand across my back with one hand and used the other to grip my thigh, keeping me

say through gasps. I was almost to my edge, I could

eased himself away from me, but I was immediately regretting it. I needed release, and

hated that he was still fully clothed. So I sat up, not once

eyes lingered there for a moment before meeting his again, as I pushed the pants

there, the sweet addictive feeling of being this close. It was beautiful. I could feel it through the mate bond too. Nothing but happiness and

the house was always so

a wonderful mate too was over

I'm so

so that he was between my legs. The desire was still raw and eager in

hair from my forehead that had light streaks of sweat there, but I could care less. His eyes softened for a bit as he watched me, both our breaths still

He whispered sweetly before bringing his lips

quite eager to get to know him--all of him. He pushed the last piece of clothing from his body without

definitely happier. Once we're fully mated, I'll no longer see Asia in the hall and think about what could've happened, because he will

My mate. My Niall.

love you Zoey" He whispered, resting his forehead on mine and gazing into

him truthfully between breaths. Nothing ever

before I knew we were mates, I knew I'd come to love

mornings, and he makes me feel safe every night before I fall asleep. The constant and ever need to be around him and the happiness I embrace when I actually am. The butterflies I get when I steal kisses and the warm bubbling in my chest anytime he laughs. The rush of sadness and fear I feel whenever my mind even thinks about losing him and the maddening need to run into his