Chapter 46: Don't Stop 'Til You Get Enough

Ares

My father tried to reprimand me for the confrontation with Moynahan - the one who blocked Spencer's entrance to the training center.

He was smart enough to do it when we were alone, but I shot him down. Hard.

I am not having it. He is used to me not pushing back, but not this time.

Not only do I not regret what happened one bit, but I am actually very proud of myself for standing up for my mate. I meant everything I said. I don't care if he brings up charges against me. If he starts administrative proceedings to take away my job.

I don't care at all.

It's not that I told my father to fuck off - I am not that bold or poorly mannered - but I stood my ground. I am a warrior. That is what he raised me to be, so that's what I am.

The difference is that before Harry's birthday, I had nothing else going on in my life except for my job. I've dedicated myself to it for four years now - not counting the decade I've spent preparing for the tryout to enter the force.

Yes, I have a loving family, friends, and my bed was not exactly empty before I got mated, let's be honest here. But that is not what this is about.

This job - being a warrior - is not the most important thing in my life anymore. I don't have to tremble every time my dad says: 'Do you think because you're the Delta's son you can't be fired? Think again!'

Yes, he really said that to me. Multiple times, I might add.

The problem [for him] is that I no longer value my employment above everything else in my life. Before meeting my mate, it was like:

'Ares, what's his name got sick. I need you to cover his shift.'

'Yes, father. It's not like I don't have any other plans.' *eye roll*

'Ares, I need you to work this Sunday because I had to rearrange the schedule.'

'Sure, dad. I have nothing better to do anyway.' *grunts in annoyance*

Do you remember what Harry said when [he and] Lucas Wilmont came here to negotiate the terms of capitulation with Landon?

They had no bargaining chip, so whatever Landon and Javier wanted, they got it. That's exactly what I felt about my job. I had no bargaining chip to negotiate with my dad, so he took advantage of it.

My job is all I had, so I'd do anything to keep it.

Well, not anymore.

Before you ask, no I don't have a trust fund - my father is a warrior and my mother is a bank teller. However, I still live with my parents so I save at least forty percent of my paycheck every week.

Considering I have been employed since I was 18, even if you're not that good at math, the bottom line is that I have a good savings account for a rainy day. But it's not even about the money, not really.

My point is that my job is no longer the most important aspect of my life.

If my dad fired me today, it wouldn't rattle my cage nearly as badly as he thinks. In fact, I am itching to ditch this job and move to Houston when Spencer returns to college.

Now, I am not saying I am going to do that. I fear that my mate will think less of me for rearranging my whole life for him. I am insecure that he will freak out because he'll be busy with college and I won't have anything to do over there.

Though I don't have any college education myself, I am pretty sure I can get a job in Houston doing something else. Like I said, I don't need much money. Though I am sure the big city is much more expensive than Regency Falls.

With all that being said, I don't believe violence is always the answer. In different circumstances, we could have had an argument or I could've called the manager, anything that didn't involve my hand on a man's neck.

But he threatened my mate.

I am not even properly bonded yet with my mate and I felt a terror coming from him when Moynahan blocked his path, essentially pushing Spencer back with his own body.

Spencer felt threatened by him, legitimately. He felt fear. And I am not about to let anyone, whoever they may be, threaten my mate. Sorry, not sorry. Not even remotely.

Anyway, my dad was told I would rather risk my job than my mate.

I understand I have a great career path here in Regency Falls. My dad is less than 5 years away from mandatory retirement, so it's not like he is going to hassle me for the rest of my life.

I just have to endure him for half a decade more.

That can still be done, sure. But if I don't, it's not gonna be the end of the world for me.

Spencer is my world now. It is what it is. That's the Goddess' honest truth. Also, it just occurred to me that he still has years and years ahead of him in studying. That's a lot for a long-distance relationship. But again, I don't know if abandoning my career is the right move for me. But if I get fired...

"Good evening, mate. I hope I didn't get you in trouble with your dad for what happened yesterday." Spencer greeted me on Friday night. I came to meet him outside of the pack house since it'd be stupid for us both to drive our cars to our date.

"Not at all. You did nothing wrong. You're perfect." I replied, grinning at him. I don't know why exactly, but I am already so smitten by him. He could ask me to run away with him tomorrow and I would. No questions asked.

We kissed each other for a good time before embarking into my car.

"I'm far from perfect, trust me." Spencer said, taking his seat next to me.

"You're perfect to me." I replied and he swooned. I earned another kiss as we fastened our seatbelts.

"Where are you taking me for our date?" He inquired once I started driving.

"I wish I could take you someplace special, but the truth is I'm a little tired from my shift. I still wanted to see you, so we're going for a few beers. Is that okay?" I replied, a tad apprehensive. Patrol shifts are no joke. It's no wonder they make you retire when you turn 50.

"Of course. I totally understand, mate. If you want to go home and rest, you–"

"Not unless you come with me!" I blurted, cutting him off in the process.

Both of us stared at each other in silence and I blushed so hard my cheeks must've turned pink.

"What I meant to say was: I don't want to rest now. I needed to see you. I missed you. And I don't work tomorrow, so I can endure as long as you keep me company." I elaborated, still blushing.

"Deal. I'm yours." He agreed. His sweet tone was giving me all the feels.

"Please don't say that or we won't make it to the bar." I spoke, getting flustered.

Spencer and I laughed awkwardly at each other, as lust filled the air inside the car. I parked outside of the crowded bar and when I looked at Spencer, his eyes were glowing as if he was just discovering his mate.

Which is kind of ironic since his eyes didn't glow when I discovered him.

"I want you so bad!" He admitted, lustfully.

"You have no idea how badly I want you!" I said, embracing him in a deep, passionate kiss.

Our hot makeout session lasted longer than I expected as I felt Spencer's hands all over my body while we were still inside the car. I was almost blinded by his pheromones igniting a fire within me, which was already pretty lit to begin with.

"Crazy suggestion. What if we buy some beers and you sleep with me back at the pack house?" He suggested and I started the car back again.

"Deal. I know where we can buy drinks at this hour. I just need to shoot a quick text letting someone know I won't return home tonight. My mom gets worried if I don't tell her." I informed him, who chuckled at my last sentence.

"That's so adorable how you still live with your parents." He said in a humorous tone.

"I didn't have any reason to leave before, not without a mate." I explained to him, trying not to feel so embarrassed about it.

We bought some beers and I drove us back to the pack house. Quietly, we walked to his bedroom in the guest wing together. This is so NOT where I thought this night was going to take me. Not at all. But I can't hide my excitement for this.

He made space for me to enter his room and I did. It's a pretty standard bedroom I already knew before since I grew up in this pack, but he decorated it nicely.

"Welcome to my room, mate. Make yourself at home." Spencer said in a suggestive tone.

I don't mean to sound conceited, but he wants me. He wants me bad.

And I am so here for it. Truth is I would've completed the bond with him on the night of Harry's birthday if I was allowed. Not that I'd ask him then. It was probably too soon for that back then.

"Do you mind if I take off my shirt? It's hot here." I asked him, who smiled mischievously at me.

"Yes, you are." He replied, taking my shirt off himself.

Spencer took hold of me in such a way that I felt like putty in his expert hands. We kissed for the longest time, but his hands roamed every inch of my body as if mapping the way. And I do mean every inch...

His body felt so nice, so delicious to touch, to feel. Honestly, game over.

I am glad that I had already showered before I came to this date. I guess there's one advantage of being a warrior. Not that I think he minded a bit of sweat.

The hot makeout session goes on for the longest time, both of us blinded by our mutual lust for each other.

"Just so you know, we can take this as slow as you want to. I'm good with going at your pace." I told Spencer after a moment to take a breather from the kissing.

"That's great to hear because I want you at this very moment! In fact, you should have already been naked by now!" He sassed me and I gasped at his bluntness.

My wolf growled at his statement and I no longer had control of my body.

A lustful daze took over me and I did what thousands of other werewolves did before me. I longed for this to take place, feeling myself denied for so long.

I watched as so many of my peers got to experience this and had to pretend to be happy for them. I felt like one of the most essential, crucial parts of being a werewolf was denied to me.

Sure, I can shift into my wolf form. But being mated - and marked - is part of the very fabric of being a werewolf. It's as important as the first time you shift under the full moon. If not more, in my humble opinion.

Now Spencer is the one under my control as an ancestral force ravished his body with an insatiable hunger. He is my mate. He is mine. Now and forever.

40 MINUTES LATER.

Spencer and I collapsed by each other's side on the bed. Both of us bearing a mate mark on our necks. I have never felt so happy like this before. I don't even care that this is his second time completing the bond. I never expected a virgin mate at my age.

"Are you happy?" He asked me, grinning widely by my side.

"Ecstatic. This is the happiest I've ever felt in my life!" I replied, joyful.

"Me too." He agreed, smiling wide at me.

"Thank you for accepting me as your mate. I'm so in awe of you." I said, completely enamored by him.

"It was never a question of whether or not I'd accept you. It was more like 'Would you take me as your mate, even though I already had one'." He said, sincerely.

I kissed him before replying:

"Of course, I would. I'm yours." I felt like I opened my heart to him.

"You shouldn't say this to me or you won't get any sleep." He said with a naughty grin.

"By all means, mate. I'm yours for as long as you'll have me." I said, holding back a chuckle.

Spencer really took my words to heart.

AN HOUR LATER.

My heart is racing like crazy. I can feel Spencer's heart racing as well.

We just spent the last hour and a half completing the bond in several different ways. Even with the late hour, I feel invigorated despite my tiredness.

"Are you satisfied now, mate? Because I can keep going, I just need a shower." I inquired, teasingly.

"I'll join you in the shower. Then we can try something else that I'm curious to see if you can handle it." He responded and I gasped in shock.

"Trust me, mate. I can handle it." I stated, confidently.

We got up from the bed and went to the bathroom. Honestly, I don't know how Spencer can even walk right now - sorry for being crass, but I meant that physiologically not boastfully.

Once we returned from the third shower of the night [in his room], Spencer wanted me to lift him up and... well, I did. I didn't spend 22 years weightlifting for me to not be able to handle my own mate.

Sleep be damned! What my mate wants, my mate gets.

And I won't stop 'til he has enough of me.

A|N: Wow! It's tricky to write this without touching upon what Landon and Harry did, but I like to 'preserve' my storytelling, if that makes sense.

I'm purposefully not as descriptive as I was with their bond completion.

In case you're wondering, yes I wrote this chapter with this song in mind. Blame it on the movie soundtrack playlist I listened to on Spotify. LOL

It's funny how I always start a book not knowing if I can write past 40 chapters. Since I don't plan ahead, I'm always in my head thinking: is there more story to tell?

Sometimes I stare at a blank page and freak out. Other times, I procrastinate. But with 'The Rogue's Mate', I was really inspired by my readers.

This time, I just need to get to the bomb reveal. Then, I don't know what's gonna happen. But I'm having a blast so far.

I sincerely hope you're enjoying this.

Love,

Léo.