Not His Type Of Mate
Chapter 85

Nora's POV

As he gently squeezed my ass, his words sent shivers down my spine, and a soft moan escaped my lips. I yearned for his touch, wanting him to explore me further, but my anticipation was met with disappointment as he stopped and locked his gaze with mine. "I love everything about you," he said, a weak smile on his face, followed by a gentle kiss on my forehead. I could sense a mixture of desire and guilt in his eyes, which seemed to hold him back from indulging fully.

I rested my head back on his chest, and a silly thought came to my mind. "Do you want to know what I like about you?" I asked, and he hummed.

With a momentary pause, I finally spoke up.

"I like your strength," I began, feeling his chest rise and fall with a chuckle. "You're probably the strongest person I have ever known." My words seemed to resonate with him, evoking a sense of pride.

"I love how protective and caring you are," I continued, my voice filled with sincerity. "And I also love how fearless you are." With those words, he placed a tender kiss on my forehead, his affectionate gesture making my heart flutter.

I lifted my head from his chest, locking my gaze with his. In his eyes, I saw a whirlwind of emotions, but one stood out vividly: happiness. His eyes sparkled, reflecting the joy he felt at this moment.

"I love your eyes," I teased playfully, a mischievous smile forming on my lips. "The shade of green reminds me of the woods." His laughter resonated through the room, a sound that warmed my soul. It revealed his beautifully arranged teeth, a small detail that added to his charm.

"I love your teeth," I announced, and he smiled wider. "You should smile more often; it looks good on you," I said, getting an even bigger smile from him.

"I love your blond hair and how you tie it up in a short ponytail," I said, slowly caressing his hair and feeling its soft texture.

"I was thinking of cutting it," he teased, and I frowned. "You wouldn't dare," I retorted, and he chuckled, cupping my face. "I was just joking," he said, giving me a quick peck on the nose.

I smiled and looked down at his beard. "I love your beard. It's just the right amount," I complimented, while gently caressing it.

"I was thinking of growing it out more," he teased, and I frowned, but I knew he was joking.

Moving away from his beard, I touched the tip of his nose. "I love your nose. I love how pointed it is," I said, and he smiled widely.

Moving away from his nose, I gazed lustfully at his lips. "Kiss him," Lolita urged, but I held back, knowing that he would be the one to eventually kiss me once I'm done.

"I love your lips," I whispered, my voice filled with desire and anticipation. His lips curved into a mischievous grin, understanding the longing in my eyes. I could feel the tension between us, growing stronger with each passing moment.

As if reading my thoughts, he leaned in closer, his warm breath against my skin. I could feel his lips slightly brushing against mine, teasingly close but not quite touching. It was an exquisite torture, but I held my ground, determined to make him take the next move. "I love how your words can ignite a fire within me," he murmured huskily, his voice sending shivers down my spine.

I smiled and waited for him to seal our lips, but he didn't. Instead, he pulled away, causing Lolita to growl disappointingly.

I was disappointed by his actions, but I didn't give up.

I moved my hands to his chest, drawing a circle before feeling his strong arms. "I love your arms and shoulders. I love how broad they are," I said, and he smiled before speaking. "I've been working out since my teens," he said, and then I remembered the photo of him and how he had told me the story behind it.

"That must have been really hard for you," I said with compassion, but he shook his head and smiled weakly. "I'm fine now. I'm no longer that bullied kid," he said, and I nodded, realizing that we actually had one thing in common.

"I love that you've overcome your past and become the person you are today," I whispered, admiration lacing my words. "It takes strength and resilience, and I'm proud of you."

"You've done the same. Look at you," he said, and I blushed, holding his gaze and gathering the courage for the next step I was about to take.

I moved my fingers from his shoulders down to his stomach. "I love how flat your stomach is," I said, and he gave me an uneasy smile, which proved my touch was having an effect on him. "Good job, Nora," Lolita praised, and I smirked, holding Alpha Leo's gaze.

I trailed my fingers from his stomach down to his abdomen, lightly touching his groin and realizing that he had gotten an erection.

"Nora?" he called.

"Yes, Alpha Leo?" I asked, faking innocence.

"What are you doing?" he asked, and I shrugged my shoulders. "Just touching the body of my mate. Is that a bad thing to do?" I asked, grabbed his dick and heard him take a deep breath.

I watched as he closed his eyes while I measured the size of his manhood in my hand. "Huge!" I said to myself and realized I was already getting turned on just by feeling his dick.

"Nora!" he moaned, but I didn't give a response. Instead, I caressed his penis and heard a soft moan from him as he held my hand, signaling for me to stop, but I didn't.

I went further to unzip his pants, but unexpectedly, he pushed me back onto the bed and climbed on top of me.

With panting breath, I saw him hold my gaze as desire for me filled his eyes. He fixed his gaze on my lips while I impatiently waited for him to seal our lips, but he didn't. Rather, he moved away from me and left the bed. I watched him enter the bathroom and slam the door.

Filled with mixed emotions, I stared at the closed door, wondering why he was stopping himself from touching me, not even with a kiss. I lay back on the bed, ashamed and angry at myself for acting so desirous. "Nora..."

"Not now, Lolita," I snapped, and she fell silent. I drew the blanket to my body, covering myself, before closing my eyes.

I heard the door open but didn't bother to open my eyes, even when I felt him lay on the bed beside me. I noticed he went silent for a moment before shifting closer to me. "Nora!" he called out, but I didn't respond.

"I'm sorry for acting that way," he paused, and despite my anger, I just wanted him to explain himself. "The problem is not you, but me," he said, getting me curious.

"The thing is, my wolf Ethan is a very dominant wolf." His words made me realize the name of his wolf is Ethan. "Nice name," Lolita spoke, while I frowned.

"The last time I was with a woman was two years ago, and it was with your sister," he announced. "I haven't been with her or anyone after that event," he explained, and I remained silent, eager to hear more.

"Nora, the thing is, I'm scared of touching you because I know I will definitely lose control and go further than I should, and the thought of that scares me. You don't know how much I yearn to touch you, to kiss your lips until they are swollen. You don't know how much I yearn to touch every part of you, but I can't do it because I know myself and my wolf," he explained, and I found my anger fading away.

"I know that you have been touched by Madison..."

"We didn't have sex," I murmured.

"I know that," he said, and I sighed. "What I'm trying to say is that Madison's wolf is different from mine. Madison is a hybrid, and I'm a pure wolf. Not all werewolves can touch their mates without ending up having sex with her, especially if he hasn't touched her or she hasn't been marked by him," he explained, and I sighed to myself because he was right, and I hadn't even thought about it.

We both remained silent until I felt his hand on my shoulder. "Can you turn and look at me?" he pleaded, and I hesitated before turning to hold his gaze.

I held his gaze and could see sincerity and love for me in his eyes. "I love you so much, Nora," he confessed, his voice filled with longing. "And if I'm lucky, one day I will have the chance to touch you or perhaps make love to you, but not today."

I smiled and nodded at his words. I couldn't help but feel a mix of admiration and sympathy for him. He was showing strength by holding himself back, even though it was clear how much he wanted me.

"I'm sorry for..." I tried to speak.

"There is nothing to be sorry for," he interrupted and placed a kiss on my forehead before pulling me into his arms and making my head rest on his chest.

I closed my eyes, feeling his steady heartbeat against my cheek, and drifted off to sleep.