Turner (White Wolf Ridge 1)

“Mine,” I whisper.

She opens her eyes and smiles. “Yours.”

We share another deep kiss before I pull away, holding my weight with my arms so it doesn’t bear down on her, but she wraps herself around me, bringing me down. “It feels so good to have your weight on me.”

“Baby, I’m a little too big to stay like this.” We kiss gently before I pull out and fall to the side, dragging her with me. I close my eyes and fall fast asleep with her head on my chest.

4

Maria

I stare down at my mate. It’s so weird to say, but I don’t stop myself from thinking of him that way. I suppose my supernatural assumption was accurate and not me losing my mind. He’s real, and he’s here. I press my head into the crook of his shoulder and chest, feeling a profound sense of being home. Was I ever this at peace?

“I’m so glad you’re at peace.” God, she’s beautiful.

“She who?” I hiss, sitting up in the bed.

“What?” He pushes himself up, leaning against the headboard.

“You said she’s beautiful.”

Can you hear me, Maria? I stare in amazement as his mouth doesn’t move.

“Oh my goodness. I can hear you!”

“This is nuts. I need to talk to Hunter,” he growls.

“Can you call him? I’m not ready for our time to end.” This has been magical.

“It certainly has. Maria, it will never end. I’ll want you all day. Although, I must say it’s probably best that we return to White Wolf Ridge soon.”

“I have a job here,” I say, which is obvious because I was in full uniform when we met. I’m sure that it’s in tatters somewhere around here.

“Yeah. I saw. You’re a police officer. I can’t say that I like that idea at all.”

“Why?”

“The obvious reason, of course. It’s fucking dangerous, and you’re my mate.”

“It isn’t that dangerous.”

“No? What happened to the sheriff a few years ago?”

“Well, that was a personal issue and like you said, a few years ago.”

“I don’t care. You’re my mate. If you die, I will follow you.”

“What?”

“Yes. We can’t live without our other halves, and once they’re gone, it doesn’t take long for us to join them. I need to go back home. I’m sorry, but you have to come with me.”

“I know. I’m not upset.”

“You’re lying to me. Look, I get it. It’s not like I can be the one to uproot my life, but I’ll promise to be the best mate, lover, husband, and friend you’ll ever have.”

“You’re going to be busy, and I’m going to be alone.” He cradles my face, stares into my eyes, and I feel his love flow through me.

“I’ll always be there for you. You’re my priority, Maria. Always.”

“Anytime I need you?”

“Anytime you need me. I do have to tell you that we have a large ski resort with over four hundred rooms and twenty-five cabins that are my responsibility. I have a staff of two hundred different employees, and I’d love for you to take any part you want. If you really want to be a police officer, I’ll replace the chief of police with you.”

“What? You can do that?”

He gives me that killer smile that sets my body ablaze with lust. “As it happens, I can. My father’s the mayor. Besides, the chief of police is a piece of shit.”

“What has he done?” I question. I hate people who abuse their position.

“Nothing I care to talk about right now while I have you naked and in my arms,” he whispers, and desire floods me, but then I think I probably smell. He has me pinned to the bed, grinding his cock along my seam.

“I need a shower,” I plead, feeling filthy after our intense encounter.

“Then let’s shower together,” he growls, and I can get on board with that. I lift myself up and then he pulls me back down, covering my face in kisses. “I’m obsessed.”

“So am I,” I answer, rolling my hips upward to feel his length hit my pussy. He arches his brow and then takes me in one smooth pump, filling me deeply. We continue to rock back and forth until I cry out, my walls squeezing in waves of pleasure as his seed coats me and his roar resounds around the room.

I close my eyes and attempt to catch my breath while Turner lies on his back. "Maybe you should take a shower on your own or I'll end up getting inside your pussy again, and I'm sure it needs some rest."

"Okay," I sigh, panting still. This man makes me forget everything.

"Will it always be this way?"

"I sure the fuck hope so. Even after a half-dozen kids, I’ll still chase you around the house."

"Six kids?"

"Well, it's not likely, but I hope to have a few."

"I'm just wondering what I'm in for."

"Whatever you want. You can take birth control, or we can avoid your ovulation cycle." He says as if it’s no big deal, but it’s too much for me at the moment.