Love at First Mate - Badlands Territory

I do my best to talk him down as they move to the back room, stopping short of actually talking to myself as I follow behind them. Robert turns to me as he explains the wet floor by the bathroom, and I do my best to nod but I want him fucking gone.

He’s too close to her. Breathing near her is a fucking crime, because I already know she belongs to me and that includes her every breath.

I can’t keep my eyes off her ass as she walks to look in the bathroom and I love and hate those too-tight black yoga pants she’s wearing.

Nothing feels the same, like all the years of fighting the urge to mate have disappeared.

All the reasons I fought against finding my one evaporate as I think of carrying this beauty to my bed, burying my cock in her every hole and lapping at her sweet cunt, knowing she belongs to me, now and forever.

“So…” I watch her turn and look at me, flashing that smile, showing me two dimples and I have cum soaking into the fabric of my jeans.

Her full lips move as she speaks but I suddenly deaf. All I can think is that they need to be kissing my balls and I’m losing my mind.

“Ragnar.” Robert pokes me in the shoulder and I turn and growl at him, making him step back shooting me a terrified look. “Are you going to answer her?” He manages and I re-focus, realizing I’m acting like a mad man.

“Sorry,” I grunt. “What was your question again?”

“Is this fixed?” She nods her head toward the commode.

“Yeah, loose water line. Sometimes when they aren’t used for a while, it happens. Simple fix.”

“Great!” Robert claps his hands. “So, we have a deal then?” He looks at the girl and I realize I don’t know her name.

“What’s your name?” I interrupt, watching her eyes go wide as she gives me a little giggle snort, and I want to hear that sound for the rest of my life.

“Wynter,” she says, and the sound of her name races through me like wildfire. “Wynter Wyatt.”

She brushes her hair back from her neck and I see the soft flesh there. My canines pulse, wanting to bite and mark and hear her scream as I fuck her so hard she loses consciousness.

Robert reaches out to set his hand on her shoulder, trying to regain control of the situation, but my hands turn to fists.

I flex my biceps so hard I hear the thread on my shirt seams struggle. I need to rein this in, but my bear isn’t helping. Snarling and snapping, telling me to let him out so he can murder Robert for touching what’s ours.

“So.” Wynter looks at me. She should be scared, but instead she brushes Robert’s hand from her shoulder just before I break his arm, and reaches out to lay her soft fingers on my fist as if to say down boy, you’re okay. We’re okay. “I want the space. But only if Ragnar can be on call for any future plumbing issues. At your expense.” She points at Robert, whose eyes snap from Wynter to me and I stare him down, my eyes leaving no doubt he better accept her terms or things may go from bad to worse for him.

“He accepts your terms,” I answer, speeding things up. “Go get the paperwork so we can finalize things.” I stare at Robert, who’s looking at me like I’m crazy. “Go!” I bark, jerking my head toward the front door, making him jump as I look at Wynter as she chokes back a laugh.

I expect her to give me some blowback about butting in and saying ‘we’ but instead, she crosses her arms over her tits, pushing them up into the V-neck of her blouse and I envision my cock giving her the titty fuck of a lifetime, ending with her face covered in my cum.

“Okay,” Robert agrees, backing away with a confused look. “I’ve got the contract in my car. I’ll write in the amendment about Ragnar’s services, then I’ll be right back.”

“Perfect,” Wynter chimes in. “I’ve got my checkbook ready. Time to start a new chapter of my life.”

A new chapter of my life.

Her words ring in my ears like church bells. The kind I hear every time there’s a fucking wedding in this town.

The rage and surliness that’s come over me for the last month dampens as we watch Robert move through the doorway toward the front of the store and disappear outside.

“Well,” she says, flashing me that smile and my balls twitch, my heart about to crack my sternum. “It’s nice to finally meet you. Officially that is.”

She uncrosses her arms, holds out her hand for me to shake, and all the fear that’s kept me from searching for my mate all these years comes flooding back.