Rejected Mate: The Alpha Shifter Collection

He closed the distance between them. “You’ve never kissed anyone?”

She didn’t move back. “No.”

“Do you want to be kissed?”

Her cheeks were a nice shade of red. He also noticed the way she shivered. She was so cold, and he needed to warm her up. The thought of her hurting in any way pissed him off.

He gripped the back of her neck, pulling her close. Connie didn’t fight him, for which he was grateful. He only had so much restraint, and when it came to Connie, he seemed to have zero.

“I didn’t give you the option to take it away. I will be your mate, Connie.”

“Then that’s what I want. If you will have me.”

He smiled. “How about we seal it with a kiss?”

The scent of her arousal was heady in the air. He had no idea no man had tasted those luscious lips. They looked too good to deny. When she didn’t make a sound of protest, he drew her close and pressed his lips against hers.

The first touch was like being shot by lightning. It was instant, hot, and he couldn’t do without a taste. Sliding his tongue across her lips, he heard her gasp. He plunged inside her mouth, deepening the kiss.

Gage turned to her more fully, putting a hand on her hips, holding her in place as he ravished her mouth.

She tasted like coffee and spice. The addiction was heady.

Melting against him, she moaned his name, whimpering for more.

He had so much he wanted to give her.

Moving her back, she hit the shelves, and he tugged her close, letting her feel the length of his cock.

If she’s never been kissed, she hasn’t had a cock. She’s a virgin. Pure. Innocent.

Ours.

Gage broke from the kiss and stared at Connie’s face. So open, so beautiful, all his.

Letting go of her hip, he stroked his knuckles across her cheek and watched her sink her teeth into her lip.

“You’re going to have to tell me what you want, Connie,” he said.

“I want you.”

“I know about your crush.”

Her eyes went wide, and she shook her head. “How? I never … I never spoke about it to anyone.”

He smiled. “I’m a very observant man.”

“I can’t believe you know.”

“There is a lot I know.” He nipped at her lips. “And there is a lot I want from you, Connie.”

“Why?”

He pressed his stiff dick against her. “Don’t you feel what you do to me? This is what I want from you.”

“You can have anyone.”

“And it’s you I want. I will give you the world, baby. No one will ever toss you aside again. You will never feel cold or rejected. All I want in return is you, how I want you, when I want you, at my beck and call.”

Running his fingers down, he brushed them across her breast, hearing her deeply inhale. If she didn’t want him to touch her, he’d stop immediately. He’d never hurt her. It was the last thing he wanted to do.

Having Connie to himself was a selfish act.

“Is that what you want?” he asked.

“Yes. I want you.”

He cupped her face, tilting her head back.

The other women in his life had always wanted his position, the power offered at being his mate. Connie didn’t want the alpha, the title, she wanted him. She looked right at him.

Slamming his lips down on hers, he ran his hands over her body, going to her ass, lifting her, and pressing between her spread legs. He wanted to warm her up, to take her from his son, to own her, to fucking love her. The quickest way to do that was to knock her up. He needed to pump his cum inside her, to get her pregnant.

It wasn’t ideal, taking his time. Getting her crush to turn into love was the plan. Tanner was unpredictable. He’d rejected her, but at any time, he could change his mind.

Finding the hem of her shirt, he lifted it up and over her head.

With Connie wrapped around him, he was able to move her toward his desk. He placed her down, breaking the kiss to throw everything out of his way.

The scent of her arousal filled the air, and it was a heady smell. One he wanted her to always be feeling.

He cupped her tits, pressing them together. The lace bra she wore didn’t hide them, but enhanced them. His cock was so fucking hard, but he wasn’t about to take her on his desk, not her virginity.

Dropping his hand to the button and zip, he took care of her jeans, sliding them down and off her legs, spreading her open. “You need to start learning to wear dresses and skirts.”

“I’m cold all the time.”

“When you feel that, you come to me. I’ll warm you up. Do you feel cold now?”

“No.”

“Good. Because I’m going to have you fucking sweating.” He pressed his palm against her core.