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  Kendra shivers, but still I don’t sense fear. All I can smell is her desire.

  “Do it, Wyatt. That’s what I want too. I want everyone to know I belong to you. I want everyone to know … that you belong to me, too.”

  She read my thoughts. Not that I care. I couldn’t try to block them from her right now, even if I wanted to.

  Finally, after all this time, Kendra is going to be mine.

  I drag my hand along her back, following the delicate outline of her spine, then slowly slide my hand over the tempting flesh of her ass.

  She’s perfect.

  I lean in to kiss the trembling pulse on her neck. There’s so much I want to say, but I can’t form the words. The only word I can manage is, “Mine,” and it comes out deep and guttural.

  “Yes,” she responds, her ass pushing back against me.

  I unzip my jeans, pull my dick out through the fly, and take the length in my hand, stroking it once, cum already coating the head. I slide it between her legs, letting it push against the lips of her pussy. They give way, opening for me, and I groan at the wetness I find.

  “You’re soaking wet for me, Kendra,” I growl. “My little mate needs me to fuck her,” I say gruffly into her ear.

  “Yes. God, Wyatt, fuck me now,” she demands.

  Her order shreds what is left of my self-control. I can’t hold back any longer. I hope she’s ready for what comes next.

  I hope we both are.

  7

  Kendra

  I can’t breathe knowing what I’m about to do with Wyatt, that he’s finally going to claim me. To be honest, I find it hot that he has me pressed against the side of the bar, the brick scraping my tender, sensitive flesh.

  I feel something move inside of me, this dark desire that can’t be ignored, but is too far away that I can’t quite reach it.

  Wyatt grabs me behind the head, tangling his big hand in my hair and turning my head to the side. His mouth is on mine in a second, his tongue probing the seam of my lips. I gasp, opening for him, taking his tongue in my mouth and sucking on it.

  For long moments we kiss, our moans matching in intensity, the music from the bar seeming to dim compared to us. He finally pulls away, and I suck in a lungful of air.

  “No going back,” he grumbles out.

  “Good.”

  He leans back, a dark, aroused look covering his face. I’m so turned on, soaking wet for him, needing Wyatt like I need to breathe. He takes a step back and I feel the chill of the air wash over my exposed skin. I can see him looking me up and down, taking in his fill of my body, of what’s exposed.

  “There will never be anyone but you for me, mate. No one else. When I’m done with you, Kendra, you won’t be able to walk straight tomorrow.” He spanks my ass and I gasp in pleasure and a hint of pain. “My female.” He growls low, possessively. “Mine, Kendi. All. Fucking. Mine.”

  “Good,” I say with a hint of challenge in my voice.

  I find myself thrusting my ass against him, causing him to shove even deeper in me.

  Wyatt wraps his fingers around the column of my neck, adding just the smallest amount of pressure. He doesn’t leave his hand there for that long before he smooths it down and rests it on the small of my back.

  And then I feel his mouth at the side of my neck, the sound of him inhaling causing a shiver to work through me. He moves his mouth along my throat, strokes my skin with his tongue, and God, does it feel so good.

  “I could come right now, Kendra. I’m barely hanging on.” He groans against my skin, his voice deeper, more distorted. “You’ll own me just as much as I own you.”

  Yes.

  I feel his canines, sharp points that tease and threaten to cause pain … that promise to have me tied to Wyatt always.

  The sound that comes from him is gruff, dangerous sounding. It shouldn’t turn me on, but I become wetter. He runs his tongue along the side of my throat, those canines teasing me. I picture him piercing my throat, marking me so his pack—so all shifters—know that I am his.

  Everything is happening so fast, but I am not about to stop it.

  I close my eyes and bite my lip. My pussy clenches around him, the pain from losing my virginity nothing compared to the pleasure I feel.

  “Kendi, God, baby. This will only ever be for you.”

  My throat tightens, and my mouth goes dry.

  I look over my shoulder and see his nostrils flare slightly, his wolf flashing forward. I am tempting the beast. And it feels incredible.

  “Fuck. I’ve been waiting for this—for you, Kendra—my whole life.”

  I bite my lip hard, tasting blood.

  Wyatt spanks my right ass cheek again, the sound of flesh being hit echoing.

  “Fuck me hard, Wyatt.”

  He growls low, his wolf flashing. “You want your mate to fuck you, Kendi, then so be it.” His voice is so harsh, so animalistic.

  He keeps my chest pressed to the side of the bar, and I know this is the way of a shifter, how a female is positioned to be claimed. He wants access to my throat, to the creamy length of my neck for when he marks me.

  And God, do I want him to mark me.

  The moonlight washes over him, but there’s also the low glow from a parking lot light a few feet away, partially lighting him, letting me see what he’s doing. He takes hold of his thick, huge cock, strokes it a few times, then moves back toward me. He curls a hand around my waist, pulls my lower half out, then slides his palm up my back. He pushes my upper body forward so my ass is popped out.

  I hold my breath.

  I see—hear him—grit his teeth.

  And just like that Wyatt claims my virginity, takes it for himself. It’s his, only his. Forever.

  My inner muscles squeeze around the hard length of him, his cock, and he snaps his jaw closed.

  “Fuck, Kendi. You’re so fucking tight.” He grunts out those words. “I’ve been waiting for this my entire life, baby.” He’s breathing so hard behind me, his hand on my waist, his nails digging into my flesh. No, not nails … claws. “So good, mate. Take all of me.” He growls those words as he continues to shove his shaft into me. And then I feel his balls brush against the curve of my ass.

  I feel so full, so consumed.

  I can’t help but squeeze my inner muscles around his girth.

  “I’m never letting you go.” His hold on me is fierce. “This is just the beginning.”

  This feeling consumes me and I can’t explain it, but something rises up in me. It’s taking hold, scratching to break free. It’s still out of reach, but I can sense it, feel it try to take me over. Can Wyatt sense it? He’s breathing so heavy, so lost in the moment.

  And as I want to delve deeper into this feeling, I can’t help but get lost in the pleasure, the soul-shattering sensations moving through me. If I wasn’t in love with Wyatt before, I sure as hell am now.

  8

  Wyatt

  As I thrust inside of Kendra, my heart jumps wildly in my chest. That’s when I feel it.

  My heart syncs with hers.

  They begin beating in perfect rhythm—two halves joined into one.

  Together.

  Mated.

  Forever.

  “Wyatt … do you … do you feel it?” Kendra whispers, her voice full of wonder.

  “My mate,” I whisper into her ear, feeling the words in my soul.

  I slow my thrusts, angling so that my cock slides against her inner walls, going so deep that I’m pushing against her womb.

  “You feel so good,” she gasps, her body trembling. I can feel her pussy fluttering against my shaft, and know she’s going to come soon. Pride roars through me at the knowledge that I’ve given her pleasure.

  That I will be the only male to give her pleasure.

  Me. Only ever me.

  I bring my hand around her body, memorizing the feel of her flesh between my fingers. I cup her pussy. The warm, wet heat is like coming home. I move so my fingers fall against my shaft as
it tunnels in and out of her.

  “Who owns this body, Kendi?” I ask against her ear, letting my breath tease her sensitive skin.

  Her body jerks as her sweet juices gush around my cock and run down against my fingers.

  So fucking hot.

  “Who do you belong to?” I growl, letting my canines scrape gently against her earlobe.

  “You. I belong to you, Wyatt!” she cries against me. She has her head tilted, instinctively giving me dominance. She might not be a wolf, but she was made to be my mate.

  I move my fingers to her clit. The swollen nub is pulsating—throbbing and hungry. I massage it, teasing it and trapping it between my fingers. Kendra’s body jerks as my canines drag against the vulnerable spot on her neck. I can hear the blood rushing through her veins, scent her hunger, her need. I’m more wolf than man right now—at least when it comes to instincts and thought. I’m keeping a rigid chain on my wolf. It’s not easy, but Kendi is my mate and I have to be careful where she’s concerned.

  I must protect her at all costs.

  “I’m going to come, Wyatt,” she whimpers.

  I can feel electricity moving through me quickly. I’m not far behind her. My balls swell with the need to empty inside of her—to paint her womb with my seed.

  “You’re mine, Kendi and I am … yours,” I vow, unable to hold on any longer. I withdraw from her tight cunt until just the tip remains inside. Then I press my fingers against her clit at the exact moment I thrust back in, burying myself to the hilt and pulling on the little bud as I fuck her. I do it again and again. Repeating it, violently riding my woman until she shatters with pleasure.

  “Wyatt,” she cries out as her orgasm overtakes her, her entire body spasming with satisfaction. Her release triggers my own. I can feel my cock throbbing, my cum needing to be set free, but before I can give it to her, I have to complete the mating.

  I bite into her neck, trying to keep the animal inside of me contained, satisfied. I’m almost successful, but at the last minute the wolf in me takes over.

  He takes over because of what I taste in Kendi’s blood…

  No.

  It can’t be. It’s not possible. How could she be?

  The question echoes inside of me, but there’s no other explanation. And as the coppery tang of Kendi’s blood slides inside my throat, I sense something inside of her that I thought impossible. It should be impossible at least.

  A wolf.

  A shifter.

  Coming from inside of her.

  Kendi is a shifter.

  I don’t know how it’s possible, or maybe the mating has me hallucinating. I close my eyes and give myself over to her regardless, licking her mating wound closed as I release jet after jet of my cum inside of her.

  “God, Wyatt, do you feel it, sense it?” She gasps out those words.

  “I feel it mate. Fuck, I feel it.” I roar. “Say it, Kendra. Fucking say it.”

  She cries out as her pleasure continues. “I’m yours now, Wyatt,” Kendi whispers and I hear her wolf whine as mine howls.

  “And I’m yours, mate,” I tell her when my orgasm finally ends. “And I’m yours.”

  I don’t know what just happened. I’m still wondering if I’m dreaming.

  My beautiful human mate isn’t just human after all.

  She carries a wolf inside of her.

  9

  Wyatt

  I feel the change take over me, moving through my body, a living entity full of power and strength. My body stretches, my bones snapping and extending. My skin melts away, fur and new flesh replacing it.

  I drop onto all fours, my hands turning into paws, my nails into claws. I dig them into the dirt, feeling my nose elongate, my mouth and snout now that of a wolf. I shake my big body, fur moving over my muscles and bones.

  I tip my head back and howl.

  Freedom.

  I turn my head and stare at Kendra. She looks nervous, anxious. I don’t blame her.

  I walk up to her, her body tight, her eyes wide. I inhale deeply, not sensing any fear, but instead can tell she’s excited and full of wonder.

  This is all so new to her.

  Mine.

  My mate.

  My wolf wants her to shift so that we can run together. He’s got the front seat now that I am turned.

  I butt my head up against her hand, making a low sound in the back of my throat when she runs her fingers through my fur, around my ear, and down my neck. I need her to shift, need her to run with me, for us to be fully immersed in this world together.

  I need the pack to see that as Alpha, I’ve found my mate. She will be by my side always, and they’ll accept her. They won’t have a choice or they’ll deal with me and my beast.

  “God, I can’t believe this is real,” she says, but I sense her acceptance. Finally, she takes a step back. I open up my mind for her, so she can read it, so she knows what I’m thinking.

  “I’m here for you. Always. We’re waiting, mate. Shift. Run with us. Feel the freedom the change brings.”

  “I don’t know what I’m doing,” she responds, sounding hesitant now.

  “Just close your eyes and let your wolf rise up. She’ll know what to do. She’ll take the lead.”

  10

  Kendra

  I am scared, nervous. The fact that I have a wolf inside of me scares the shit out of me, and the reality that I can turn into one is more than a little terrifying.

  But as I run my fingers through Wyatt’s fur, feeling the strength inside of me, knowing that I’ll never be alone, that he’ll always protect me, I feel this renewed sense of determination wash through me.

  “Baby, just let go, let your wolf take over. There’s nothing to be afraid of. I’m right here. I will always be here.”

  I hear Wyatt’s voice in my head, and I close my eyes, exhaling slowly and feeling the wash of power run through me. The tingling starts in my fingers and toes, moving up my limbs, settling in my core. And then I feel it finally claim me.

  Bones break and realign, skin is replaced with fur, and my face transforms so it is now one of a wolf.

  There is no pain, only an intense need to do this, to let my wolf take over, to submit to her. And then I fall on all fours, my senses heightened. Smells, sounds, even my vision is crystal clear, everything in startling clarity.

  Wyatt is right beside me, butting his head against mine gently, his voice in my head praising me, his wolf smelling me. He is pleased. I feel it as if it were my own emotions, as if I were the one experiencing them. Just like I know his wolf is happy too. Just like mine.

  Mates.

  Then I run, not to get away, not because I am frightened, but because I just feel I have to.

  My legs start moving before I even realize what I am doing. I run through the woods, my paws hitting the ground with precision, accuracy. I can hear Wyatt behind me, know that he can overtake me, but he lets me lead the way, lets me explore and experience this.

  And then he is right beside me, both of us running in tandem, my pleasure so intense I can barely contain it, barely understand it. We run for hours, and I feel no exhaustion. I only experience pure freedom.

  Eventually we slow and I follow Wyatt, instinctively knowing where he is taking me. He wants me to see his pack, wants them to recognize me as his mate.

  I’ve been so worried about being with him, letting a shifter claim me. I knew his pack would never accept me as a human. But it looks like fate took care of that for me, solved my problems.

  I trot quietly alongside of Wyatt, stopping only when he does. He keeps his body in front of mine and I know it’s to protect me, a territorial and possessive instinct.

  Then we stand here in the clearing, just the two of us, the wind picking up. Immediately I smell them, the others, his pack.

  Now my pack.

  They step out from behind the trees, some howling, some making low sounds. I know what they mean, feel them as if we are all connected as one. They are nervous, excited. T
hey feel anticipation, hesitation.

  “My mate.” Wyatt address everyone. “As Alpha of this pack, you will respect her, accept her, and know that if anyone has a problem with it, they will challenge me, and me alone.”

  Wyatt speaks these words in each of our heads, this link that tethers all of us together.

  It is so strange, yet incredible at the same time.

  And then one by one they lower their heads and surrender, accepting me, accepting that I am the mate of the Alpha. There is no challenging, no resisting. I feel a thrill as it moves through me.

  And just as each one starts to rise, there is one wolf, stark white in coloring with bright blue eyes, who takes a step forward. His head is lowered, his focus on Wyatt. He says nothing but I sense his hesitation, his anger.

  I sense his hurt.

  He doesn’t want this. He wants to fight, challenge Wyatt. But I can also sense that it isn’t because of me, but because of some underlying rift between them.

  “Colt, stand down,” Wyatt says in each of our heads, his warning growl low, his hackles rising.

  He takes a threatening step toward Colt, but the other wolf doesn’t back down. He makes a low rumbling sound. I feel the moment of a fight happening, of bloodshed, and my fear spikes.

  “You always get what you want, don’t you?” Colt’s voice drips with ice. “Taking the title of Alpha after my father passed away, even though it was my rightful place.”

  “Now is not the time,” Wyatt replies. “I was cited in as Alpha fairly. You submitted in the challenge. What’s done is done.”

  Colt growls low again.

  “You must accept me as your Alpha and Kendra as my mate. If not, you know the other option.” There is a moment of tense stillness. “You leave the pack for good.”

  Colt doesn’t move, and I could swear that he doesn’t even breathe for long moments. He looks at me for a second, his icy blue eyes piercing right into mine. I feel a chill wash over me, his hurt, sadness, even his sense of betrayal. It is all absorbed into me and I feel them as if they were my own emotions. My heart races, because it feels like the air is being sucked from my lungs.