The Enforcer's Destined Mate

by T. Cobbin

  “You have no idea what my parents would want!” Belle snapped.

  “Really?” he asked. “I didn’t know your parents as you did, but I can tell you now they didn’t bring you up to hurt another, to hurt yourself.”

  Belle’s cat stood and turned away.

  “You run and I’ll chase you,” he warned. “I’m not letting you run from this any longer. I can’t stand seeing you in so much pain. It’s my turn to help you heal.”

  Angry lavender cat eyes met his. After a pause the feline shifted and Belle appeared. She turned and stood looking at the spot in the garden where they’d found her parents. Shawn had to take his eyes off her naked behind, but it was so fine his cock twitched, thinking it had been a week or more since he’d had his hands on her.

  “They left me.” Her voice came out a horse whisper. “They didn’t even say goodbye.”

  Shawn rose to his feet and wrapped an arm around her waist and with the other he turned her to face him. Was it cruel of him to feel relief seeing tears on her face? He was so glad she was finally letting her grief out and talking to him.

  “There could be many reasons why, I’m not going to try and justify them. But what could you have done, sweetheart? Your mother’s animal was ill and dying. It is so rare I’d doubt anyone knew what to do.”

  Belle’s head dropped onto his chest, her tears wet against his skin. “I know. I just feel so angry I didn’t get to say goodbye. I’m angry ’cause they left me. I wanted my mother to see our first kit.” Sobs racked Belle’s body.

  Shawn lifted her up and carried her inside the house and into their new bedroom. He laid her on the bed and spooned her while she cried.

  “If by chance there is something on the other side of life, then I am sure we will meet them again. If there is a heaven, then they are looking down at you and smiling.”

  “Do you believe in a god?” she asked in a whisper.

  “Everyone has different beliefs, gods, goddesses, karma. It gives everyone some kind of hope. I believe as most shifters do that fate shows us many paths, and we just chose which one to take ’til the next crossroad. Down one of the roads is our soul mate. The one that’s meant to be. Some of us take the right road and find him or her, and some don’t. I hope when we die, in our next life I will find you again. You are my soul mate, the one meant to be.” He looked down at Belle, meeting her eyes. He meant every word he’d said. “I love you with all of my heart, now and forever.” He dropped a kiss on the end of her nose.

  “I’m sorry,” she said after a long pause.

  “Sorry?”

  “Yeah, for not talking to you this week. Every time I opened my mouth, I felt angry or sad, and I couldn’t speak. I just wanted to hit something.”

  “Well, I’m glad you didn’t hit me.” He chuckled. “Been there, done that.”

  “Hey.” She turned her head to look at him. “You didn’t freeze when I screamed at you. In fact...” A smile lit up her face, and even though her eyes were red-rimmed and swollen she looked beautiful. “You antagonized me more to get a reaction.”

  He smiled back at her and shrugged his shoulders. “I did, didn’t I?” he said rather smugly.

  “Weren’t you afraid I’d hit you or something, like she did.” He noticed she didn’t say Rosie’s name.

  “Nah,” he replied, scrunching his nose. “I know you here.” He pointed to his chest. “I felt it in here, what I had to do to help you. Of course, I had to ask for help from Harris and Felix to make sure you had a bit of a bad day to make your temper rise, but…” He let the sentence trail off.

  “It worked.” She smiled up at him.

  “Yes.” He placed another kiss on her nose. “You might want to kick Felix’s butt in the next training match. He said he rather enjoyed giving you a hard time.”

  “Oh, did he now?”

  Uh-oh, should he warn Felix? No, let the man find out for himself, he thought, chuckling inwardly.

  “Only time will heal your heart, my tigress. Let me be by your side and help you as you aided me.”

  Belle curled up into him and nodded. They lay there for what seemed like ages before a rumbling from her stomach had them chuckling.

  “Hungry?” he asked. “Come on, let’s get something to eat.”

  Belle looked around the room and seemed to notice all their stuff was there. “You know this is weird, right?”

  “What is?”

  “Well, this is our room now. My parents had sex in this room. Ugh. That is so not what I wanted to think about.”

  Shawn laughed so hard he had to clutch his stomach. It was the first time he’d laughed in a week. Belle looked at him and joined in. If someone was to walk in on them now, they’d think they were both nutters.

  “Come on, my tigress, let me make you something to eat. Then perhaps you will let me put our stamp on the house?”

  “Maybe I’ll let you. But, um, not in here just yet please?” She gestured toward the room.

  Shaking his head, Shawn took his mate into their new kitchen and cooked a meal.

  “When are you going to tell Harris about the furniture in the old place?” she asked.

  Shawn paled. Oh shit.

  For the rest of the evening, Belle opened up to Shawn about how she was feeling. She kept apologizing for throwing things at him and yelling, but it was like water off a duck’s back. Being shouted and screamed at by Belle didn’t bother him. She wasn’t Rosie.

  After their meal they went through the house, placing some of her parents’ things away for safe keeping. Other stuff they packed up to help some of the needy families. When it came to doing her parents’ bedroom, Belle broke down crying again. This time when Shawn offered her his shirt to wipe her tears on or his body to curl up against, she accepted.

  By the time the stars came out, both were so tired they fell asleep together wrapped up in each other’s arms.

  * * * *

  Belle laid watching her mate sleep, thinking over the last week. She’d been so lost in her own black hole of anger, grief, and loss that she hadn’t seen how it affected anyone else. She inwardly winced. How the hell had Shawn managed to keep his sanity? His previous fiancée had been a bitch from hell from the stories Shawn had told her. Belle sighed. She had gone and done the same thing, not with physical violence, but mental torture—silence. And yet her mate was the strongest male that she knew, besides her Alpha, of course. To have spent a week in her company after what he’d been through… He was her hero.

  Last night they’d unpacked their stuff, although Shawn didn’t have much, and they had also emptied her old room, spreading her personal items throughout the house. She knew they would make the house theirs over time. It just felt weird without her parents there. Sleeping in her parents’ room also felt a little wrong.

  She could see Shawn’s morning wood tenting the bedsheet and wanted to rekindle with him, but she couldn’t yet get her mind around that in her parents’ bed…in their bed now. A small thump of pain hit her chest when she thought about her parents. Taking a deep breath, she swallowed it down and decided to take a shower.

  As the water rained down on her, she began dreading what Harris was going to say to her. Had his warning about not being beta while Felix was away been true? Or was it just part of the plan they’d decided to put into action yesterday? She didn’t know, but she was sure she’d find out later. As for Felix, she was going to kick his butt from here to kingdom come.

  A cool breeze flitted over her skin as the shower door opened then closed. She scented the air and knew immediately that it was her mate.

  “You didn’t wake me,” he stated, pressing himself against her back. His rigid erection rested just above her butt cheeks, his hands covering her breasts.

  “Too creepy yet.” She moved her head to the left when he started nibbling down her neck. She hissed in a breath as he firmly clamped his teeth over his mark, but not hard enough to break the skin.

  “Morning, my tigress.”

 
; “Morning. You don’t mind, do you?”

  “Mind what?

  “That I couldn’t, umm…you know.”

  “Wake me up with your mouth around my cock.” He pushed his groin further against her when he said cock.

  Visions of doing just that had her nipples turning hard, and moisture seeped from her pussy.

  He dipped his head into her neck and breathed deeply. “You like that thought, huh?”

  With a hand on her shoulder, he squeezed it slightly to emphasize he wanted her to turn, and when she did, he pushed down on it, telling her without words he wanted her on her knees. She did so willingly. Looking up into his blue eyes, she stroked his erection. She could feel it grow even more rigid, and the large vein pulsed under her fingers. She licked the top, tasting the pre-cum that dribbled there, mixing with the water.

  Slowly, she took his swollen member into her mouth, humming as she went. Shawn’s low, erotic growl and groan mixed together as his hands entwined in her damp hair. Would it feel better if she grew her hair longer? To feel him tug on it as he pounded into her from behind. Something to think about.

  She established a pattern, bobbing her head up and down, taking him deeper to the back of her throat each time. Shawn’s hips jerked every now and again, and she could see the strain on his face as he tried to keep still. With her free hand, she cupped his balls. She molded the warm, velvet bag containing two large marble-like balls inside. Shawn jerked again, his hands gripping a bit tighter in her hair. She skimmed her teeth up his sex and heard a gasp of hissed air come from him, before she found herself being pulled up and lifted in the air. His hands gripped both of her butt cheeks, and she was virtually slammed against the white tiled wall.

  Chapter 22

  “What you do to me, my tigress.”

  Shawn’s lips feasted on hers, his tongue invading her mouth. It made her all the hotter. She could feel his erection digging into her stomach only for a few moments before he picked her up a little higher.

  “Help me out here,” he groaned.

  She knew what he meant, and she immediately slipped her hand between their bodies and found his cock. With a slight movement she had it ready at her entrance. As soon as she moved her hand, he thrust deep inside her. She shivered and both of them groaned, sharing that precious feeling they were joined to their mate.

  He filled her so much she could feel his shaft swell. It didn’t take long for her pussy to adjust to his fullness. Again, he nibbled, licked, and kissed her neck. She moaned when he licked over his mark. Who knew nerves ran from there all the way down to her clit? Her pussy fluttered, and that’s when he moved. He lifted her higher, as easily as if she weighed no more than a feather, only to drop her back down on his sex.

  Her hips undulated, and she met him thrust for thrust. Groans and sexy sounds left her throat, her cat purring away deep inside her. She wrapped her arms tighter around his neck, holding on for dear life as he pounded into her, her body moving against the wet tiles behind her. Shawn began grunting, his movements becoming jerky as they both raced toward the euphoria of a climax.

  “You sexy tigress, come for me.” His cock slid along her walls, moving faster with the movement of his hips.

  She couldn’t think; she was a wave of feelings. His thickness ramming in and out. Her feet pushed against his butt muscles, which flexed in time with his beat. His balls slapped at her arse, his head buried in her neck. His teeth raked his mark on her neck, then his fangs slipped inside her skin.

  Her orgasm rocketed through her body. Her pussy clentched down on her mate’s cock as the delicious sensation of her orgasm expanded out to every other single nerve in her body. Before it dissipated, she lifted her head and buried her own fangs onto his mark, claiming her mate as hers once again. He jerked one more hard, body-melting thrust, and buried himself deep inside her, his balls resting against her butt cheeks. Her pussy contracted hard enough that she could feel him jerking his seed deep into her womb.

  You make kit like parents want.

  It took a few moments to register what her feline had said. In her parents’ will they had left her the house so she could fill it with kits like they’d wanted her to. Had she just made the beginnings of a family with Shawn? Was it the right time? Sadness then crept in; her parents should be there to see her family grow.

  As long as you have them in your memories, they will always be with you. They see.

  “If you believe they’re looking down at you, then they are.”

  Belle drew her head back a little to look into Shawn’s eyes. She was confused. Had she spoken to Shawn in her sexual haze instead of her cat? “W…wha… Did I say something aloud?”

  Shawn chuckled and shook his head. “It would seem our cats have been chatting.”

  “Oh really? Now you’re lying. No shifter’s animal can talk to another unless they’re in their form.” She gestured between them. “We are still both human.”

  What have you been saying? she asked her cat.

  Her feline chose to ignore her, just turned around in a circle in her mind and promptly fell asleep with a smug smile on her face.

  “It seems our tigers have some special gift between each other.”

  “I’ve never heard of anything like this,” she gasped, surprised. Her tiger still lay sleeping inside of her head, not giving her an answer. “Oh God, it means we will have no secrets at all.” Belle slapped a hand to her forehead and quickly went over what she and her other half shared with each other.

  Shawn chuckled. “Come on, let’s get washed. We both have some explaining to do to our Alpha.”

  “Do we have to? Can’t we delay it ’til tomorrow?”

  Shawn lowered her down until her feet were firmly planted on the floor. “Nope, don’t put off until tomorrow what you can do today. Plus, it’s Felix’s party today.” He kissed her gently on the lips and started to wash them both.

  “You say such wonderful, loving things to your mate in the morning,” she said with full sarcasm.

  After she received another light kiss, she turned the water off and they stepped out of the shower. Picking up a towel, Shawn wrapped it around her with a sexy smile. She shook her head and walked into the bedroom with Shawn following close behind.

  As they both dried and dressed, Belle could feel Shawn’s eyes on her. Delaying seeing Harris wouldn’t be that bad, right? She decided to add a bit of teasing to the normal chore of dressing, and with her back toward Shawn, she dropped her towel accidently, adding an audible gasp just in case he’d looked away. She bent over to pick it up, with her legs slightly parted, knowing he would have a full view of her damp pussy. Standing straight, she grabbed hold of her panties and bent over again, giving Shawn the same view of her pussy, before skimming the thin material up her legs.

  “I know what you’re doing,” Shawn said.

  Raising an eyebrow, she turned just in time to see him trying to tuck a rather hard and huge erection into his pants. She licked her lips seductively. Lifting her arm, she ran her fingers through her hair and pushed her chest out, pretending to stretch and yawn. Shawn growled low, staring at her breasts.

  “I have no idea what you mean.” She smirked.

  He shook his head, and then, giving her a reluctant look, he turned his back to her. “If we don’t dress now, my tigress, we won’t be leaving this room today.”

  Belle was actually tempted, but the thought of having sex in her parents’…this room was like a bucket of cold water thrown over her. She quickly finished dressing.

  * * * *

  After coffee and a quick breakfast, the pair went to see Harris.

  “Good morning,” Harris greeted them. “Belle, judging by the smile on your face it would seem your mate’s plan worked.”

  She realized then that her crafty mate had already asked Harris for, and received, his full blessing to bring her out of her depressive hole. Belle bit the side of her mouth as a blush crept up her cheeks. Now was not the time to mouth off.

 
; “Umm, there was a small problem, however,” Shawn said as they sat down together in Harris’s office.

  “Oh, do tell,” Harris said, placing his elbows on his desk and leaning on them.

  “Well, Belle wasn’t too pleased at the beginning, and I’m afraid some of the furniture got damaged.”

  Harris frowned. “How damaged?”

  Shawn went through what had happened, and explained how the bed and settee had become shredded. Harris stared at them with a stern look, then his face lit up like a Christmas tree and he roared with laughter.

  “I wouldn’t have expected anything less from her to be honest. Don’t worry about it.”

  Belle stared at her Alpha then at Shawn, not sure if she should be angry this had been planned, or surprised Shawn had made it work. Shawn sat back in his seat looking relieved as their Alpha contined to chuckle about the furniture. She then realized the role both Harris and Felix had taken in the plan. She decided there and then to forgive her Alpha, but Felix…well, she would still give him an arse kicking. She could get away with that.

  Harris’s laugher ebbed away. “I’m pleased you’re back to yourself, Belle. Seeing you in that dark hole was tearing apart a lot of people who are fond of you. However, I am going to give you a warning. You are going to be my beta for a while. A person who this community and myself, needs to be able to approach and rely on. A beta is a person the community can turn to if I am busy, or away from the village. If you are unable to do this, then tell me now.”

  Belle shook her head, her heart picking up its pace. She realized just how close she was to losing the chance to be beta.

  “I can do this, Alpha. I won’t screw up, I promise.”

  He nodded. “Then the job is yours. Don’t mess it up.”

  Belle blew a relieved breath out.

  Felix came in at the end of the meeting to officially hand her the role. With Shawn watching in the corner, Belle and Felix grasped each other’s forearm and looked toward their Alpha. Belle recited the words she’d practiced since being offered the post.