Second Chance Mates

Callum POV

I enjoyed the feeling of my mate pressed down on my chest, sleeping after our bonding exhausted her. I just wanted to look at her and watch over her, but gradually I felt my eyes become heavy too. We were taught that we needed rest after first mating, but nothing prepares you for the deep pull of sleep. My thoughts as my body gave into this exhaustion, was that I was the luckiest wolf alive.

When I wake up, it is still light out, but the sun is low. The clock on the bedside unit reads 1642. My mate begins to stir beside me, a rumble of her tummy making me laugh.

She smiles shyly at me, her cheeks rosy.

“Did you sleep well Elsie?”

“I did. You are very comfortable,” she giggled.

I bring my arms around her, pulling her head towards me for a kiss. My phone ringing springs us apart, as Apollo growls.

By the time I find it on the floor, it has stopped ringing. I can feel someone trying to link me. Opening my mind, my father’s voice floats in. “You and Elsie need to come over for your evening meal so we can welcome her into the family. See you in an hour,” he cuts off with a guffaw.

I look down at my phone and see loads of missed calls and messages. Guthrie and Rory have obviously told everyone while we were busy.

“What are you grinning it?” Elsie asks me.

“Well, my parents know we’re mates and we’re invited over for tea. We’re expected in an hour.”

My beautiful mate gives me a cheeky grin.

“Plenty time for pre-course activities,” she smiles, letting the sheet drop from her breasts.

Apollo and I need no further encouragement, dropping my phone and prowling to my mate.

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Walking over to my parent’s house, hand in hand I can’t help the smile splitting my face. At 25 I am a little older than some to have found my mate, but truth be told, I wonder if I may have been too immature and focusing on my goals to become head warrior to have been a good mate. I know the mate bond changes, but at 21 I was a testosterone head.

Don’t get me wrong, I wasn’t a bully and didn’t go shagging around, but was a show off. My time at training had really focused me and brought out the best in me. I liked to support and inspire my warriors and pack. I have a beautiful mate, who I will worship. She is so strong after what she has been through and so clever. At my welcome home dinner I was hearing all about the positive changes she had help implement for the Alpha, which allowed him to be better involved in training and managing the pack. Plus my mate had opened new areas of land for us to hunt, it was a win win.

I liked that we could walk in comfortable silence, enjoying each other’s company. She wasn’t someone that needed to fill the quiet. I was a wolf who sometimes needed time to reflect. We had some shared interests, including that she liked to run and box. I was looking forwarding to ‘sparing’ with my mate. Apollo letting out a desirable growl in my head.

As we reached my family home, I opened to door for Elsie to enter first. As soon as everyone heard the door, we were surrounded by family cuddling her and shaking my hand.

“That’s all my baby’s with their mates, I am the happiest mum alive,” my mum cried out, dad hugging her.

“I can’t wait for all these grandpups,” she gushed.

“You’ll have to do with the one for now ma,” Cameron gruffed out, making us all laugh. I knew my little brother Guthrie and Rory wanted to wait a few years, but Elsie and I hadn’t talked about it. She was only 21, and just started getting settled into her place in the pack, so I assumed she would want to wait I bit, which I was happy to do to. I can get the warrior’s whipped into shape and make sure our pack was well protected.

The meal went well, everyone welcoming Elsie with open arms, but I had no worries about that, she already knew my brothers and had been in my parents company a few times before tonight.

Elsie was sitting on my knee, talking about something Hamish, Heather and she got up to when they were little. Apparently the older cousins had put her up to stealing a freshly baked fruit crumble from the pack kitchen.

My mind drifted off a little, while still listening. I was remembering our activities before we headed over for tea.

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The sexy smile my mate had given me, ignited the already simmering flames within my groin. After kissing over her breasts and legs, we flipped our mate over, bringing her ass up, kissing over her creamy cheeks, smelling her arousal. I had always wanted to try this position, from the stories the elder wolves talked about, there are a few things I want to try with my mate.

She was on her forearms, looking over her shoulder, all the trust in the world for me. Her glazed eyes found mine, smirking, wiggling her bottom at me.

I slowly thrusted into her deeply, making her moan loudly as I growled. She was so tight and wet. I never knew it would feel like this. While I had a few fumbles here and there, I had never gone all the way. That was only for my soulmate.

I began moving, griping her hips as I slowly moved in and out.

“Cal, faster,” my mate moaned.

I did as she asked, feeling my cock reach into her core so deeply, my balls slapping over her labia. She shifted and raised herself up, holding on the headboard, pushing herself back onto my member. My head fell back as I plundered my mate.

I loved the noised she made. I leaned forward, kissing her neck as I brought one of my arms to the headboard, the other skimming along her hip, downwards to her clit. Her legs with apart, making it easy for my fingers to find what I wanted.

I began to rubber her clit fast, thrusting into my mate. I was aware the bed was banging against the wall with the momentum of our fucking. And I liked it, the noises my mate were making, she was loving it too.

I shifted and must have hit a spot deep inside my mate as her moans became more passionate.

“Cal, oh goddess yes, Cal, yes, yes…..”

A few more deep thrusts with my fingers strumming her clit had my mate screaming my name as she clamped down on my cock, milking it with the contractions of her orgasm.

I felt my balls pull up hard into my body as ropes of cum throbbed out into my mate. I let out a mighty growl as I emptied.

I held my mate to my chest as we panted to ger out breath back.

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I felt a nudge bringing me back to the present and looked up to see my mate giving me a suspicious look. I could tell I had swelled and she was obviously feeling it being sitting on my lap and all.

“Are you guys heading back to Elsie’s cabin?” Rory asked.

Elsie’s cheeks flared red.

“No need to be embarrassed dear,” mum added making Elsie even more embarrassed.

I grinned. “No, we’re going staying at my cabin, Elsie’s bed it too small.”

Some of the family giggled, my brother whistled.

“Besides we broke it earlier,” I couldn’t help but add.

Elsie let out a squeal, hiding her face in my chest.

Everyone laughed, “that’s my boy,” dad grinned, gaining a look from mum, who was trying to hide a smile.

As wolves, we were used to nakedness and talk of mates, etc. It took a pack to help raise pups and everyone helped when needed, or certainly it was how it down done in Clyde. The male wolves would boast and share advise to the younger ones and the she-wolves did the same.

There wasn’t much that was private, but we respected boundaries. I hope I hadn’t upset Elsie, coming from another pack, maybe she might not like others knowing, especially my parents.

Noticing my change, mum began clearing the room to allow us some privacy.

“Elsie, I’m sorry if I said too much, I wasn’t thinking that maybe your pack wasn’t as open as ours.”

She looked up at me, giving nothing away. Shit, I had hurt me mate.

Her lips slowly twitched up to a grin, “you’ve made you dad proud.” Then purred in my ear, “and made me very satisfied.

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