Desperation.
“You can’t deny the mating bond.”
My voice is softer now that I’m calming. Still threaded with my animal, but also seductive. I move my fingers from her hair to her face, touching her delicate skin and memorizing the feel of it.
“It would be easier if I could…for both of us.”
“We were meant to be together, Jasinda. There can be no changing that. You belong to me.”
Her eyes narrow and she jerks her face away from my touch.
“I belong to no man,” she all but growls.
“You do,” I correct her. “You belong to me.”
“No—”
“And I, sweet Jasinda, belong to you.”
She starts to deny it, but my words stop her. I watch as her tongue darts out to wet her bottom lip. I can hear her heartbeat slamming wildly in her chest. My little mate is a mystery. She stands up to me, and yet I can smell her fear, sense her anguish. I don’t understand it, but it’s there.
Does she not know that I will never let anything hurt her ever again?
If she doesn’t now, I’ll soon show her. The days for my mate to worry are long gone.
“You would give yourself to me?”
“We’re mates. That’s how it’s done, little one.”
“Not all packs are this way. They form relationships built on alliances and gain,” she says.
“Then they’re fools.”
“Yes,” she says, her voice full of sadness.
I frown, not liking that emotion coming from her. I stare at her mouth, which I need to taste. I let my thumb brush absently over her glistening lip and bend down slowly.
“What are you doing?” she whispers.
“Kissing you, my little mate,” I respond with a smile just as my mouth touches hers. As my eyes close and my tongue slides between her lips to explore her, I can only think of one word to describe Jasinda.
Ambrosia.
She is my heaven.
I take my time, exploring her mouth leisurely, our tongues mating, dancing with one another, my hand rubbing up and down her side, doing my best to help her to relax and just enjoy the sensations. I’m pleased she’s into this just as much as I am, her inner wolf not allowing her to deny this, to deny me. The scent of her arousal fills my head, making me drunk from it all.
Slowly, her body eases against mine, her tongue becoming hungrier.
Our kiss becomes impatient. It’s so good, but yet does nothing to satisfy the need in us both. My hands slide under her shirt, pushing it up, needing her exposed to me.
Jasinda breaks away, her hands going over the top of mine, stilling my progress.
“Wait. We can’t do this.”
“But we can. I’m going to have you beneath me, begging me for my cock and I’ll give it to you, inch by inch.”
“I… we can’t… because…”
“Because what, Jasinda?”
“I’m not free, Colt. I’ve been promised to another,” she confesses.
Two simple sentences, but they ignite anger and hate so deeply inside of me that my wolf howls out, making Jasinda’s whimper.
She will not belong to someone else. I’ll kill anyone who tries to claim her.
She’s mine.
5
Jasinda
This is insane, and something I should put a stop to it. But as I stare at Colt, feel the mating heat claim me, pushing away all other worries and fears, I know where this will lead.
I’m helpless to stop it.
“I’m yours,” he says in that deep, animalistic voice that sends shivers through my body.
It was those words that had something changing in me, that fear of mating, of being found, of being forced to be with someone, vanishing. Although mating is unavoidable, it isn’t like being betrothed as I was. It is something powerful and right, as if I’d been missing Colt my entire life, and now that I’ve found him everything in the world makes sense.
“We can go slow,” he growls out, but I can hear the need in his voice. It’s the same rising inferno I feel within me. “You hold the cards, little mate.”
I’m starting to breathe harder, faster. I can’t control it, can’t stop this. But I should. I don’t know Colt, yet I do. He’s a stranger, yet he’s not.
He’s my mate and all I want to do is give myself over to him in all ways because then I’ll know what perfection is.
I need to take this one day at a time. I am on the run, yet here I am with my mate, about to give myself to him because there’s no way I can stop it.
“Tell me, mate. Tell me what you want and it’s yours.”
I open my mouth, not sure what to say, how to explain any of this. The flavor of him is still on my lips and tongue, already having me addicted, already having me crave more.
“You,” I whisper. “I want you.” There is no taking it back now.
I hear him growl low, his animal flashing to the surface, causing my wolf to do the same in need, in desperation. He has me in his arms a second later, the feeling of his erection digging into my belly making me moan.
I could have gotten off right then from the intense pleasure that slams into me.
“I need you. I need my mate.” The words spill from me before I can even censor them, before I even know what the hell is going on.
And before I know what is happening, Colt steps a foot away and has my clothes all but torn away, this animalistic growl coming from him, his nails now claws as he shreds the fabric in his haste to get to me.
I feel the chill in the air brush along my now naked, overheated body.
I’m about to tell him to get his clothes off, too, but he’s in the process of doing that before the words spill from my lips. His focus is on me the entire time, his eyes flashing with his inner animal.
His wolf wants out. It wants me.
When he’s naked all I can do is stare at his body uncovered. Colt is hard, toned. As a shifter, he’s huge, with defined muscle and raw male prowess. The danger and power pour from him in waves, causing me to get even wetter, more aroused.
He’s big and hard, with a light sprinkling of chest hair covering his pectoral muscles, and another dark trail starting below his navel and going right to the monstrous cock that is hard and pointing right at me.
My mouth dries at the sight.
“The way you’re looking at me has me barely hanging on, little mate.”
Good, because that’s where I’m at right now.
I can’t tear my gaze from his dick, or his balls hanging right below the massive length. There’s a dot of pre-cum on the slit at the tip of his shaft, and my heart races.
God, will he even fit?
Being a virgin means this is all new territory for me, but because we’re mates this is all so right, so perfect. I may be inexperienced but the mating heat will handle all of that. We’ll fit together perfectly.
My mouth dries as I watch him grab his cock and start to stroke himself from root to tip. I certainly didn’t see my night ending his way, but I’m not going to stop it either. I need it like I need to breathe.
My throat constricts while watching as he jerks himself off, the feeling of him watching me intense and arousing, the mating heat strong between both of us. I lift my gaze to his face and see the powerful look of desire covering his expression.
“You want foreplay, little mate?”
“God. No.” I don’t think I’ll last if we do foreplay.
He groans deeply. “Good, because I can’t handle that shit right now. I need you too damn badly.” He has me in his arms a second later, and is striding toward the wall, pressing my back up against it. His hard, hot, long cock presses right into my belly. God, he’s hard … and huge.
He has his hand between my thighs a second later, and a gasp leaves me at the contact, at the heat of his touch. His fingers are so big, and my pussy is so wet that the digits slide right through my soaked cleft.
“Where do you want me?” he asks right by my ea
r. “Show me, mate.”
I grab his wrist, keeping him right on my pussy, but slide it lower until I feel his fingers brush my entrance.
“Right there, baby?”
I nod. “I want you here.”
He slips his thick finger in me, and I groan at the instant pleasure. He starts finger-fucking me in slow, steady motions, and I bite my lip at how good it feels.
“Yes.”
“You want me to fill you with my cum, mark you from the inside?”
I nod, not trusting my voice. I gasp when he picks up his speed, fucking me with that digit until my toes curl on their own.
I can’t help the sound that leaves me.
“You know what I am to you. You know we belong together.”
“Yes,” I moan. I bite my lip when I feel him remove his finger from my pussy, but he doesn’t wipe the cream off that covers the digit. Instead, he lifts it to his mouth to suck the glossiness from it.
My mouth parts in response to how erotic it is.
“You taste like mine,” he growls out. His voice is distorted from his wolf rising up. I can see the flash of his human and animal alternating before me.
Before I know what is going on, he turns me around, has his hand on the center of my back, and presses me to the wall fully. I look over my shoulder to watch him.
God, I need to, need to see what he’s doing, what he’ll do to me.
“Spread for me, Jasinda. Show your mate what you’re offering.”
I’m breathing frantically.
“Let me smell the sweetness that drips from your tight little cunt and will soon be covering my cock.” He shift us so he can look me in the eyes, the pupils now eating up the irises, his animal right at the surface, just like mine.
And then, I do what he says because I need to do it as well.
The sound he makes goes through my entire core, settling on my engorged clit, making it tingle. I need him to touch me … desperately.
He holds on to my hip with one hand, and I rest my head on the wall, waiting for the ecstasy I know is coming. And then I feel the tip of his dick align with my pussy hole.
A moan spills from me.
“I need to feel all of you, mate. I need to mark you, need to have my cum deep in your body so you smell like me, so all other males know who you belong to, who I belong to.”
I whimper in need.
He digs his fingers into my hips, and I know there will be bruises.
I want those blue and purple marks, because then they’ll remind me of what I did with my mate, of how me marked me in more ways than one.
God, this might be a mistake, but I want to lose myself with Colt in every way that counts.
Fuck being on the run, at least for right now. I can worry about leaving afterward.
6
Colt
I can’t fucking believe I have her.
My mate.
She’s right here in front of me, dripping with desire and waiting for me to claim her. It’s like every dream I’ve ever had come true, only better. Jasinda is beautiful, much more than I could have ever imagined. Perfection.
I push just the tip of my cock against her entrance, sliding in just an inch and tearing through her hymen, her virginity. She gasps and I can smell her discomfort lingering in the air, but I also scent her desire, her arousal.
Her muscles try to suck me in deeper, but I resist. The need to be inside of her wars with the need to memorize this moment and make it last.
“You’re mine,” I groan as I allow myself to sink into her another inch.
“Yours,” she whispers.
With her acceptance, I thrust my cock deep inside of her, sinking to my balls. My wolf howls in pride and my heart thuds while echoing with the pleasure of knowing that she has given me her innocence.
My hand is wrapped in her hair and I pull it, causing her head to fall back against me.
Nothing has ever felt better.
I don’t move once I’m buried in her. I feel her body give way around my hard cock and I know that I’m stretching her to the point of pain. I’m dying to move, to thrust in and out of her and empty myself deep inside of her body, but I don’t. I need to give her time. As it is, I can feel her pussy fluttering around me as her juices envelop me. My eyes close as I drink the moment in and try to memorize every second of it.
“Are you okay, Jasinda?” I ask, my voice definitely more animal than man.
“Colt,” she whimpers and hearing her moan my name makes my body vibrate with hunger.
“I’m right here. I’ll give you what you want,” I vow, as I begin moving inside of her.
I move slowly at first, feeling my cock slide in and out of her tight depths, thrusting deeper and deeper with each stroke. Soon our bodies have begun a rhythm that is as old as time, but with Jasinda—with my mate—everything is new. Fuck, even the air around us smells better, cleaner, fresher.
I feel alive in ways I never have before.
I can feel my orgasm approaching. Being inside her tight pussy is too fucking good to hold it off. I reach around her warm body, loving the feel of her pressed tightly against me. My hands palm her tits. They’re large and overfill my hand. I squeeze them, my eyes closing at the dual sensation of gripping her while my cock is owning her pussy. She’s mine, all of her, and from this moment on I’ll never be without her. I’ll kill anyone who tries to part us.
I tease one of her nipples, pulling on it as my other hand drifts down her stomach in search of her pussy. My fingers slip between the lips of her cunt, framing my cock where it’s lodged deep inside of her. Her juices instantly cover my digits.
“You’re so fucking wet,” I growl as I seek her swollen clit.
“Colt, I need…” She whimpers the last word, breaking off into a moan as I massage her throbbing clit and trap it between my fingers.
I’m dying to taste her. To suck her clit into my mouth, to eat out her pussy while I make her shatter and come so hard that it will take her days to recover. And I’ll do that, soon, but right now I need her getting off all over my cock as I unload my cum and shoot it so deep in her it paints her womb.
Will I give her my child tonight?
That thought makes my dick go impossibly harder and causes me to thrust so deeply that Jasinda’s body trembles under me.
“I know what my mate desires,” I growl, my wolf bleeding through my voice. “I’ll give you exactly what you need.”
My hand tightens on her breast. I’ll probably leave a bruise, but I like that.
“I’m going to come, Colt,” she cries and I can feel the way her pussy is fluttering against my shaft, tightening and vibrating. I can feel her climax thundering through her.
“That’s it, my little mate. Come for me. Climax for your male,” I command, still working her clit and ramming in and out of her, my animal demanding her submission and my release.
I nuzzle Jasinda’s neck, the scent of her sex so strong now that it’s like a drug and I’m intoxicated by it. Her climax tears through her body, causing her inner walls to clamp down on my cock, demanding my cum. My canines extend and I let them dance over her tender skin. My vision alters, becoming monotone and sharper, so much clearer that I can see her pulse throb under the skin at her neck. I can smell her blood, her essence, and I can hear her heart beating furiously.
“Do it,” Jasinda orders, her voice shaking with her orgasm, her wolf right at the surface. She tilts her head, giving me the space I need and inviting me to complete our bond.
A feeling of rightness pours over me. This is it. This is my woman, my purpose in life…my everything.
I bite into her shoulder, allowing my wolf to claim her, marking her as ours. The moment I do, my cock jerks, shooting jet after jet of cum deep inside of her body, and our hearts stutter in time, and then the beats slow so they match each other. We are one.
Two halves forming the perfect whole.
Mated.
7
Jasinda
I’m exhausted but I can’t sleep, not with Colt wrapped around me, the very knowledge that I am now mated running through my head like a broken record.
My father and the rest of the pack will come for me. I know that, and as much as that scares me, Colt needs to know the truth. He needs to know what he’s getting himself into.
I shift on the bed so I’m facing him. He has his eyes closed, his big, powerful chest rising up and down slowly as he sleeps. I reach my hand out and move my fingers along his short dark hair, brushing it away from his forehead.
He stirs slightly, slowly opening his eyes. The blue is startling, the dark pupils eating up the color as he looks at me. This low growl leaves him and he leans in and kisses me, taking away any words I might’ve said.
“My mate,” he grumbles against my mouth, his tongue moving along the seam of my lips.
I wrap my arms around him and he rolls onto his back, taking me with him so I’m straddling his waist, my chest against his.
This isn’t just some random fling, two people hooking up after just meeting each other. This is two souls becoming one, a mate finding their other half. This is real and unavoidable, consuming and intense.
So I break the kiss and rise up, knowing my expression is serious as I look down at him. He looks concerned, and I know he can read me even though I don’t say anything.
I don’t want to prolong this. He needs to know what he’s getting into.
“I want you to know, I need you to know, that my father and my pack are coming after me.” My chest tightens at those words.
He has ahold of my hips and gently lifts me off of him, pushing himself up so he’s now leaning against the headboard. His face looks hard, set in stone. He looks brutal and savage, ready to take on anyone or anything.
I swallow and lick my lips, my heart racing, my wolf pacing inside of me. “I’m betrothed to another, and so I ran because that’s not the life I want. But I know they won’t stop until they find me.”
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