Wereball Serie - Along Came A Mate

“Someone” POV ;)

The moonlight that filtered through the curtains bothered me less than the breaths coming from beside me.

I vaguely remembered the training, the friendly wereball match, the bar, the club, and then... “Hello, Thor."

A female voice purred in the darkness of my bedroom.

Shit, when did she come inside?

And most importantly, who was she?

I lived just off the Dark Diamond’s campus and I usually never took a girl home; in my room and sacred space.

When I forced one of my heavy lids to lift, I found a pair of brown eyes watching me.

What a creep.

My eyes dropped, taking notice of the fit body with huge melons staring at me.

“Why are you here? I thought you knew I like sleeping alone, baby”

She pouted before beaming up at me when I addressed her ′baby’. I stifled a laugh, then winced slightly when I moved.

As usual after a game, I was covered in tiny bruises that healed terribly slow due to the gel we use. It was not from the game though, but from the fights right after. I got off easy, with a few scratches. The others, however, didn’t.

“I...after we did, um, that... I, um, decided to come over?”

Was it a question? Did she follow me here?

I resisted the urge to slap a palm on my face.

She-wolves inside the pack loved getting my attention, often tried to get to wear my jersey during a wereball game. A few mental cases had even rejected their mates because I had talked to them in a friendly way.

Some had the absurd belief I would mark a lucky one. ′Lucky′ I scoffed to myself, ‘oh, if they knew...’

(Un)fortunately for them, I had no intention of doing any of that, with any of them.

When the melons kept staring at me from the red lace bra that left little to the imagination, I decided that, maybe after all, it wasn’t so bad that the girl stayed/ followed me here.

I crossed my arms behind my head, ignoring my soreness and her blushes. She was kneeling there, staring up at me with wide eyes and fingering the red fabric in her hands.

“Are you just going to sit there, sweetheart?”

She pouted, light brows pulling together.

How many times is she going to pout?

I was about to tell her to head out, when she bent closer and began to work on my length.

Now we are talking.

I leaned back and let out a sigh.

A second later, she slipped off my boxers with shaking hands and started to get to work. With both her mouth and hands. Not entirely how I liked it, but it would have to do.

Who was I to refuse a free blow? So, I rested my nape on my crossed hands over the pillow, closed my eyes and enjoyed myself.

As my climax approached, I hissed and grasped her head, moving it up and down frenetically, ignoring her gags, until I came in her throat with a grunt.

“Want to, um, maybe return the f-favour, Thor” She stuttered, averting her eyes and gulping.

Hell no, she didn’t even smell the way I liked. I winced.

“Oh baby, of course,” She brightened up before her smile died out at my following words, “But I have so much work to do tomorrow and you had emptied me.” I grinned and the female nodded shyly, chewing her lips.

“Do you, ” She cleared her throat, “Do you... want my, um, number? I can save it on y-your p-phone.” She managed to say. I sighed at that, rubbing my eyes.

It didn’t matter who the girl was, how confident and independent she looked, or how fierce of a female wereball player she was. In the end, they all became a stuttering mess and shyness in front of me.

Wait, why is my phone in her hand?

I scratched my head, pondering whether to be sincere.

“Not particularly...baby” Hell, I did not need another clingy girl messaging me.

Her mouth hung open, with hurt and disappointment.

I couldn’t avoid being honest, it was part of my nature.

My best friends had been teasing me relentlessly, claiming that I was too intimidating, too big, that my words always hid a hint of bullying mixed with sarcasm, hard to keep up with, and that my gaze was too intense to be held.

The truth was ... well, they were right, but that was who I was. And I wasn’t trying to impress anyone or be someone else, but myself.

And about the ladies...well, I was a 23-year-old single, unmated soul with terribly strong urges and an impulsive damn beast residing inside me.

I had been waiting for my mate at the time. When she was neither in the vast territory nor in any of the women’s wereball teams, since I could have smelled her scent even, I simply stopped waiting.

“B-but why?”

“Look...” I trailed off

“Maria.”

“Maria. Right.” it did not ring any bells, “I had a great time tonight. But I’m too busy between wereball, university and the Alpha’s training for dating. And we are no mates--”

“I don’t care about my mate.”

For fuck’s shake.

“Well, I do.” Not really, for all I know she may not exist.

“Oh.” Maria just blinked at me.

“Do you mind closing the door when you leave, baby?” I drawled, already falling asleep. “Thank you for... your time”

“Of course, Thor. Great game yesterday.” She mumbled, fidgeting, still not leaving. “Um, do you mind if I grab something to eat before returning to my pack?”

“Sure, grab whatever you want from the fridge in the kitchen.” I was already passing out when she spoke again. Damn it.

“Yeah?” I groaned with my head under the pillow. That was how I slept.

“C-could I take a picture with you, please?” She asked blushing all different shades of red.

“Sure,” I clipped out, “But after you go, alright? I really need to catch up with my sleep.” I sat down and rubbed my eyes again.

I noticed how her hand trembled while moving the phone away from us to take a selfie, so I snatched it and took the picture instead of her. I managed to keep my eyes open... I think.

When she said something else that I didn’t catch, I just nodded and patted her on the shoulder, mumbled a goodnight and fell into a deserved slumber with empty balls.

# The morning after #

“Hey dickhead, where have you been?” I asked the douche that just strolled in our living room, also known as one of my best friends. Liam appeared in his boxers, sweaty, grass in his hair, and a pink bag , nicely folded in his hand. It was an amusing scene so I took a picture with a smirk.

“Just spent the night with some hot chick, she was a beast.” He replied dismissively as if he just said he came back from the gym.

“Did she like it so much that she offered you her pads and tampons?” The other prick that sat next to me teased his brother, referring to the little box in his hand.

“Nah, dump-hole, this is—” “Her undies you stole because that’s all the action you are gonna get in weeks?”

“No, Thor, it’s—” “Your balls after she cut them because, let’s be honest, you are a horrible fuck?”

Liam growled.

“A letter for your mother with the—”

“Ah. Ah. Very funny.” He snorted with a flat voice, managing to interrupt our competition.

“At least I got some action” he said, dropping on the other sofa, as if he had won a marathon.

“Which is more than what you’ll get,” he glared at his brother Callum who was snickering next to me, with his bowl of cereals. More than a bowl, it was like a cauldron with the whole package of cereals and a few liters of milk.

“Sorry if I’m an angel and I want to wait for my perfect and wonderful mate, unlike your cock.”

I chuckled at his reasoning.

Who was expecting his mate anymore these days? Some werewolves didn’t even want to meet them. Nowadays, with all the travel experiences and studies abroad, fewer and fewer wolves were meeting their soul mates.

“I can’t wait for the day” Callum then declared without giving more explanations.

“Sure, we know you are waiting for your sweet soul-pussy” Liam teased, opening the lunch box and peeking inside... and he grimaced.

“No, not for that. That is the second most anticipated event of my fantastic life.” Callum threw another spoon of cereals in his hungry mouth, “The first will be when you two dickheads have to explain to your unfortunate mates why you have fucked everything that moves, breathes and has a hole big enough to— ”

“Ok, we get it.” Liam cut off his twin, rolling his eyes. But Callum continued, tossing the spoon in the now empty ‘cauldron’, “You two will have no idea what the fuck to do with yourself, expect drop to your knees and beg them not to reject your sorry asses.”

I chuckled at his mocking tone.

“Especially you,” he pointed at Liam who, in return, punched him on the shoulder.

And that was how they started beating each other up and breaking things all around us.

Werewolves playing wereball had a lot of steam and repressed anger.

Ignoring the two animals rolling on the floor, I glanced at the ‘cute’ lunch box and grabbed it. Even though I had already had breakfast, a homemade meal was a homemade meal. And my inner beast had been hungrier than usual lately.

When I checked its content, I lifted my eyebrows. It smelled amazing!

I held it up to my nose and took a deep breath.

When I exhaled, I released a low growl.

The lunch itself looked awful, it was a mix of weird things, and honestly half of it I had never seen before in my life. It looked like a mixture of algae and seeds.

What the fuck was this girl eating?

Surprisingly, when I had the first bite, it tasted better than it looked. After a few more bites, I could say for sure that it was one of the best meals I had ever had.

“Hey!” Liam snatched the container from my open hands, wiping the blood off his split lip that was already healing. “This is supposed to be for me!”

“Sure, help yourself,” I chuckled, leaning back on the couch.

“You have finished almost everything, Thor!” Liam complained while gazing at the remains.

I shrugged at his accusatory tone, grabbing my cell phone.

When Liam made a not very manly sound, Callum and I glanced at him.

“This thing tastes like ass and smells like armpits”

I burst out laughing, “Nah, it’s not that bad.”

“Let me try,” Callum snatched the pink container from Liam.

Again, when he had a small serve, he coughed, exaggeratedly. “Okay, it tastes like a certified hairy ugly ass”

I grimaced at his metaphor, because I wasn’t a fan of hairy asses.

“So how was the chick from last night?” I asked after a while, grabbing my bag, about to open the main door. That day we had a few afternoon classes.

“She was a panther!” Liam smirked, showing a hint of his fangs, “But then I met the most beautiful girl in the world! God, Thor! You should have seen her!” Liam said with dreamy eyes.

I chuckled at his words.

Liam, as some other people from the pack addressed me as Thor or T.

“I bet she wasn’t. You like everyone”

“No, no! You should have seen that body, damn! A wonderland!” he waved his hand near his face as if to fan himself. “And her two ladies! Uuh. I tell you, motorboating there will bring you to Atlantis!”

Half listening and half replying to some texts, I asked “Who was she?”

“Don’t really know... oh!! And listen to this! Sweet Pea and the hot panther are both from the Comet pack and live in the same building with several of the players! Can you believe that?” Liam laughed, “I screwed one of their females and I’m gonna marry the other one! And they had no idea!”

“You were in their pack? Liam, you know you can’t go in there” I scolded him, as I frowned.

“No, of course not man! Just at their campus”

“Mmmh, still.” Fucking Comet pricks. I could not wait to smash them in the next game.

“But did someone from the wereball team see you?” Callum investigated, walking on my other side.

“Nah, I left from the window before anyone else, apart from Sweet Pea, spotted me.” He seemed so happy and satisfied about that.

The conversation moved to other topics, to wereball, training and so on.

Somehow that day, while I went to class, I felt lighter. And more content with myself.

I didn’t know it at the time, but that was the first time my mate had cooked for me. That was the first time I ever heard a first description of her.

Of the love of my life.

That was also the first time I heard anyone complain about her horrible cooking skill which I have always loved. That was the first time I had smelled some traces of her perfect scent.

When I went to class, nodding to people passing by or high-fiving some more, I had no idea that I had already started falling in love with her.

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