Chapter 5

After school Dane has football practice but Emery persuades him to let her wait for it to finish. She’d truthfully told him that she simply can't wait until the weekend to receive her prize and chuckling, Dane had agreed he'd come get her from the library after practice.

So there she stands on one of the footstools with a book in her hand to place away. However it remains frozen in-between her fingers as she watches her mate outside on the green field. She'd never admit it to him but ever since she found out they're mates, Emery has watched Dane at all of his practices and even watched him play matches; hidden from sight-always hidden from sight. As much as she realises it's creepy and weird she can’t help it.

Dane in his football uniform, running around hot and sweaty, turns Emery on way more than she wishes to confess to. Her eyes could stare for hours at that wide chest, thick thighs and cute ass. Then there’s that beautiful moment when he takes his helmet off to show his dark hair plastered to his forehead sleek with sweat. There’s no doubt about it her heart most definitely beats faster seeing Dane playing football.

So caught up in observing her mate's fine form she doesn't realise the book in her fingers slipping out. As it thuds to the floor Emery snaps out of her gazing and remembers she has work to do. There’s still a row full of books to stack.

Climbing down she retrieves the fallen book and places it onto the shelf. Then stepping off the stool she’s about to make her way to the desk when in strides head cheerleader and overall despised dictator-Charlotte Hudson.

Charlotte stands proudly in front of Emery and analyses her up and down.

Charlotte cannot fathom what on Earth Dane Carter could possibly see in Emery?

She conjures up an image in her mind of herself and compares it to Emery's. From what she figures Emery has nothing on her.

Emery's breasts are too small, and sure Charlotte's are a little enhanced but it’s not her fault her daddy owns several plastic surgeries. Besides that, Emery's ass is also small and fair enough plump but her hips are nothing on Charlotte's own wider ones. There’s also too much innocence in Emery that makes her unattractive. Dane needs an experienced girl who can satisfy him and his urges, none of which a plain Jane nerd like Emery can do. All in all Charlotte deduces that apart from being slim and having a kind of nice face, there is no way on Earth Emery can be Dane's mate. They are totally incompatible unlike herself and Dane, who would make the perfect couple and the perfect two mates.

"What's your game Collins?" Charlotte sneers to Emery.

Emery, who under other normal circumstances would mutter a short reply and flee, now decides nervously to stand her ground. Dane had asked her to be more confident and she would not fail him now, not at this minor strawberry blonde bump.

"I'm not playing a game," replies Emery calmly.

Unless of course, it's one of Dane's games, she adds silently in her head with a snicker. Charlotte's eyes blaze with anger; she can't believe that with just a change of clothes and the acceptance of one guy, this loser would dare sass her!

"Yeah? Then why are you into Dane all of a sudden?" snarls Charlotte; jealousy, loathing and fury all burning in her heart.

"He's my mate," simply Emery states awaiting Charlotte's next lashing.

"Oh please, he's fucking with you just to keep his family happy, that is IF he is your 'mate' as you claim him to be. I mean, don't even for a minute think he's going to settle for an ugly, disgusting, freak of nature like you. Not when he can do so much better than you. You can try but it's useless. You can change your clothes and act like a slut all you want bìtch, but truth is, you will still be the pitiful runt everybody hates. And when Dane’s finished playing with you he’ll realise that too..."

With that little speech over, Charlotte smirks and struts confidently out the nearly empty library.

Emery watches Charlotte's swaying ass exit through the doors before showing weakness.

Her bottom lip trembles and she can feel her heart clenching at Charlotte's words, even though she tries desperately paying no attention to them. They cut deep into her skin and bring out some of her own fears.

Would Dane really settle for her? Is she really all of those things Charlotte claims her to be? And does everybody really hate her?

Emery sighs, well actually she dryly thinks, she knows for a fact that not 'everybody' hates her- her mom doesn't and perhaps...Dane doesn't either.

But it’s then she decides that no matter what Charlotte says, true or not, she’s going to allow her 'relationship' with Dane play out; because in her short life she hasn't felt more pleasure than that which has been handed to her on a silver plate by Dane, and in that way she regards herself to be selfish.

Dane showers and dresses quickly after practice so that; a) he could avoid locker room talk which would no doubt be Q&A about his mate and also because b) he can't wait to see his sweetheart of a mate. Making his way to the library he sees Emery sat behind the librarian's desk, chatting to the old librarian.

It saddens him to think that this old bat is his mate's only friend but at the same time he finds it a relief that there hadn't been any males in Emery's life apart from him now. But if she had had any close male friends, Dane supposes he wouldn't stop her from seeing them if they make her happy.

Since the library front desk is near the entrance of the library, Emery spots Dane as soon as he walks in through the double doors. Her heart automatically stutters at seeing his God like...well, everything visible. His quickly developing muscles are hinted by his white t-shirt while his damp hair that still holds droplets of water also make him all the more appealing; but it's his heart warming grin that Emery likes the most. She half wishes he would just fúck her right then and there on the desk. She's always wanted to be fúcked on a desk, perhaps bent over and taken from behind...maybe tied up as well. Oh yeah and also-

"Emery?! Are you ready to go?" Dane repeats for the third time. It takes all his strength to repress the smirk he feels at seeing her dilated pupils and slightly parted lips and knowing she doesn’t fear him, he safely presumes her day dreams are more of the R-rated nature.

"Y-yeah. Sorry, I zoned out for a minute," apologises Emery blushing lightly.

"Bye Mrs Ingram," Emery mumbles to her only friend and receiving a farewell in return, Dane curls his arm around her waist and escorts her away.

"So Honey Bee, what exactly were you thinking of just then?" asks Dane igniting the car into life. Emery fumbles with the seatbelt so as to avoid his gaze.

"Um...uh-I-uh wasn't," she mutters lying through her teeth.

"Are you lying to me baby? Because if you are I may have to reiterate this morning's discipline lesson," he growls in a low tone that sends shivers up her spine.

If there's one thing Emery's learnt so far about Dane Carter it's that he hates her lying to him. Even little white lies seem to annoy him.

"Oh no Dane! No please don't...I was just...well I..." trails of Emery. She’s recently discovered that she hates being brought to the edge only to be denied even more than she hates revealing her embarrassing thoughts.

"Emery, baby, you don't have to be embarrassed with me. I'm your mate," Dane states gently.

As much as Dane would sometimes be annoyed with so much innocence and having to nudge someone so much; with Emery he finds it all the more thrilling. He loves seeing her blush and become all shy and fidgety, in his eyes it just made her all the sexier. Because he knows for a fact that even though she's a rare, untainted beauty, there's a hot, steamy, slutty demon inside her and he loves knowing that he’ll be pulling out that part of her in the future whilst corrupting her in all the pleasurable ways he knows how.

But for now...he would settle on catching a glimpse of that side to her.

"Well when you came into the library and there...was the desk...I was-I was just...imagining what it'd be like to be...bent over on the desk and um-uh, taken from behind," Emery stutters out, the blush more prominent in her cheeks. She's never admitted her fantasies or at least part of them to anyone and never imagined doing so, especially not to the guy who she casts as the lead male in them.

"And?" prompts Dane, curious and turned on. He can tell there’s more to this fantasy than Emery has told him and he yearns for all the details, almost as much as he yearns to fulfil that scene of hers.

"And well, um, you'd...you'd have me tied and...gagged," Emery mutters feeling herself get wetter at the thought of Dane taking her as she struggles helplessly.

"And?" urges Dane. He tries keeping his voice even but can feel the restraint in it as his mind keeps replaying her words and then conjuring up the scenario.

"And...before you take me…you'd spank me," Emery whispers, lust heavy in her hushed tone. Her eyes flicker over to Dane's tight grip on the steering wheel sending tingles of desire through her as she wishes for those large yet hard hands on her.

Silence sweeps throughout the atmosphere in the car as Emery embarrassed, avoids Dane's gaze choosing instead to look out the passenger window, and Dane is busy concentrating on calming himself down.