Her River God Wolf (Obsessed Mates 1)

“My pack.” I swallow hard. “All the alphas have a harem.”

He works his jaw back and forth, then shakes his head as if the thought is abhorrent to him. “Well, not this one. You’re mine and I’m yours. And that’s all there is. I want you all to myself.” His frown gets even deeper. “But you better understand what that means.”

I shake my head questioningly.

“I’m a possessive wolf—

I’ll barely let you out of my sight—

I’ll probably want to know where you’re going at all times—

Who you’re hanging out with—

Hell, I’ll probably vet them first, make sure they’re worthy company for you—

I might get bossy and demanding at times—

Yup. Especially, demanding.”

As each sentence growls from his lips, shivers run through me, and a deep ache starts up in my core. It’s delicious. I probably shouldn’t admit that to myself, but there it is. I absolutely love the idea of Beau protecting me. Being all bossy and growly and possessive.

“Maybe that’ll be too much,” he says.

It sounds like a question, but I see from the way his eyes are burning that he knows. He knows this is what I need from my mate.

“Not too much,” I say, and I lift my arms up, loop them around his neck.

“It’s because I’m besotted with you,” he growls, pressing his lips to my forehead.

“You are?” My heart bounds like a rabbit. A little bit of me still can’t believe this incredible, smart, sexy man feels like this about me.

“Totally fixated.” He dips his head so his eyes are blazing right into mine. “I love you, Little One. You know that, right?”

I give a little gasp. “No?”

“Of course. I’ve loved you for a long time.”

A grin tugs at my lips. “Then tell me.”

He grins. “I love you, Savannah. With all my heart.”

“Oh, I love you, too, Beau.”

We kiss, and kiss again, thrills chasing through me.

At last, he takes a step back and takes me in. And I let him look, let him get his fill of me. Knowing he sees me as a sexy, desirable woman.

“I’m going to mate you, claim you like I should have done days ago,” he growls. His gaze draws a trail of fire with it, instantly hardening my nipples, making a pulse beat between my thighs.

“Is that right?” I say nonchalantly, feeling myself begin to get wet. I still fear the sounds of mating I heard at my pack’s territory. But my desire for Beau is stronger than my fear.

He runs his hands over my body—my waist, my arms, my breasts—and unleashes a groan of pure need. “You don’t know what you do to me,” he mutters. “How hard it’s been to hold back all of these days.”

“Then show me,” I say.

He takes my hand and leads me through the forest. Anticipation surges in me. I can’t tear my eyes from his magnificent body. From his big, thick cock which juts out with his desire for me.