Chapter 1

Flopping down onto his bed, Dane wonders what his innocent little mate would be doing when he suddenly remembers her not-so-innocent book. Grinning, he rakes through his school bag to try and find the book. Triumphant, he takes his original position and begins to read.

*****

Meanwhile Emery is at home, trying not to worry.

“Em, honey? What’s wrong? You’ve been zoned out for ages,” her mom comments. Noting that there's something seriously wrong with her daughter today; even weirder than usual, actually. Her daughter probably thinks she doesn’t know but ever since Dane Carter moved into town, Emery Collins has been acting strange. Which probably only means one thing- Dane is her mate and he’s probably rejected her. As much as Tory wants to help Emery she can’t. It's between two mates and she can't get involved. They have to figure it out for themselves.

“N-nothing mom. I’m fine just feeling a little sick. I think I’ll go to bed now,” responds Emery, butterflies fluttering in her stomach.

“Alright honey,” she whispers and allows her daughter to slide upstairs.

Em sighs wearily as she tries to calm herself and concentrate instead on her homework. But how can she do homework when Dane has her book and is probably thinking of some devious blackmailing plot to expose her secret as embarrassingly as possible?

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Dane on the other-hand is far from embarrassed. He can’t believe some of the stuff in the book. It's worse than the pórn he's watched. He can feel his dìck already rock hard from just having read a few pages-which is just plain ridiculous. But it isn’t just the words; it's the fact that every time he reads what the Master is doing to the sub, he can imagine Emery in the same position. Moaning and begging for him to take her.

It’s time.

She's finally ready-thank God!-he’s waited long enough. Every since he’s seen her, he wanted to have her but she’d been too…innocent. She still is. But he simply can’t wait any longer. He has to be with her.

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The next day, right before school is about to start, Dane comes in early and makes his way to the library where Emery would no doubt be.

She may think him to be so unobservant of her but he is far from it. In fact, he knows that the library is her sanctuary. Any free time she has, he’s seen her dash up there and hide out; lost no doubt, in some alluring book, living out her fantasies through imagination rather than reality.

It pains him to see her fade into the background like that, never really embracing anything. A wallflower, unnoticed by all but him.

He wants to change that for her. He wants to be the mate she deserves.

Sure enough, he spots her immediately between the library shelves. Stood on a short ladder, her white shirt rides up and stretches tight along her chest, clearly showing the colour and contours of her light pink, lacy bra as she reaches up to slide away the books. A black skirt falls straight just above her knees, disguising her figure as shapeless and even the rest of her creamy legs are covered in black pantyhose’s. Two inch black heels adorn her feet, the bravest and sauciest of the entire prudish outfit.

Dane suddenly has an image flash in his mind of her in a sexy school-girl uniform or maybe dressed as a sexy librarian…something sexy anyway. He can feel himself getting hard at the thought of stripping her down to just a silk garter and heels, and then tying her up with her hands above her head where they'd hang helplessly.

“Fúck,” Dane mumbles and runs his hand through his dark oak hair, trying to calm himself down.

A soft gasp comes before him forcing him back to reality and to his companion. With her hair thrown up in a messy bun, a lot of her light hazel strands slip out of her hair tie and fall over her reading glasses. As she clambers down, Dane makes his way over to her, stalking her like a predator would his prey. Eyes wide in surprise, Emery leans back against the bookshelf to provide some distance between her and her imposing mate.

“Dane,” she breathes.

Dane’s dìck twitches again at her voice whispering his name like that.

“Say it again,” he commands unable to resist another taste of his name rolling off her tongue.

Emery looks at him shocked; her panties becoming damper at the sound of his authoritative voice and his lustful eyes.

“Dane,” she whispers at his command.

Dane’s jaw clamps together and he takes a purposeful slow step forward towards her. She can feel her heart pounding harder in excitement and nervousness. What does he want with her?

“I must say Honey Bee, I never pegged you to be into BDSM,” he spoke lowly.

Oh yeah, the book!

“I-I . . . Dane, please. Please, don’t tell anyone! Please,” Emery begs.

Dane steps even closer, making her shrink back into the bookshelf. The shelves are almost hurting her back now. Suddenly, Dane’s arm shoots out beside her head. She can make out his muscled bicep from the corner of her eye. He leans in closer, the faint scent of her sweet deodorant mixing with that of her supple skin.

“I like this begging, Honey Bee,” he admits huskily.

Oh god! She nearly moans but bites her lip just in time to stop herself.

“Please, Dane. Please don’t tell anyone. Please don’t,” she begs just as he requested.

“Tell you what, Honey Bee. Come to my house after school and maybe we can work something out,” Dane's rough voice causes her feet to nearly give way.

“Do you understand? Respond to me when I ask you a question, Emery,” though demanding, his tone is low and somehow still threatening.

Emery gulps before she answering, “Yes, Dane.”

“Great, now give me your palm,” he says.

Emery raises her hand shakily.

Dane takes it and gently turns it over, taking a pen out of his back pocket only to write his address down.

Finally, he gives her a wink and walks away.

As soon as he's gone, her legs give out and she slides down the bookshelf. He won’t try much at school but at his home. . . . God knows what he’d do with her there; she only hopes it's everything she dreams off.

*****

“Dane! How’ve you been man?”

Fist pounds go around as Dane greets his friends. As a Carter, he had been easily accepted into the pack which is good since he didn’t want to fight them over it. The hard part throughout it all was convincing his parents to let him stay. They’d been less than eager to allow their 18 year-old baby boy changing schools and staying by himself in his own apartment. But, as he’d pointed out, his mate is here so that’s where he needs to be. Reluctantly, they’d agreed with that reasoning as some of his natural charm.

“Dane,” calls one of the cheerleaders.

They're hot, Dane can't deny it, but they aren’t his mate and they just can’t handle him. He’s tried the kinky things he likes on a few of them before but they just couldn’t handle it and his father had taught him a good Dom would not break a Sub or make her do anything she just can’t handle.

He groans silently in annoyance as one of them slips onto his lap. She gasps as she feels his thick erection, all thanks to Emery. All morning, even throughout classes, Dane just could not stop thinking about various scenes and positions he would put her in. The cheerleader begins to wiggle and subtly grind against him but he quickly stops her. She’s just his friend and friend’s don’t do that.

“Charlotte. Please get off my lap,” Dane tells her as politely as possible.

She gives him a pout but does as he asks. After an eye roll, he glances around the room, but like always Emery's not there. He knows that if he goes to her now, he won't be able to restrain himself from teasing her.

He wants to wait.

He has to wait.

Soon though, when he has her alone then they can figure things out. Hopefully, before his hormones turn him crazy.