She. Was. The. One.
She’d asked me if I was going to let her go. I’d shaken my head. There was no fucking way I was letting her out of my sight ever again. I’d been in the military for over a decade. Done three tours in the worst hell holes on Earth. I’d also been all over the world. Met, and slept with, countless women hoping my wolf would be happy. Sure, my dick had gotten a workout, and I’d been able to empty my balls without using my hand, but they’d been empty fucks. Shallow—although I’d ensured the woman walked away well satisfied—but meaningless.
Now? Here in a fucking summer storm? Her? My dick was rock hard. I was eager to learn everything about her, and my wolf wanted to bite and claim her. Now.
I’d had to let her go, let her get in her car and follow her back to town. I stayed right on her tail, and if she even so much as changed her mind and decided to drive right on past the motel, I’d have cut her off and blocked her way just like the fucking creek.
Thank fuck, she hadn’t, which meant all the signs that had been pinging off of her better than a satellite were in sync with mine.
This was happening. We were a go. Mission Make-Her-Mine was on. There was no way she knew I was a shifter, but by morning, she’d know a whole hell of a lot about me. What I could do with my hands. My mouth. She’d learn the size of my dick and how it would be a tight fit in her little pussy. Her mouth… or fuck, her tight ass.
After checking in at the front desk, I unlocked the door to the motel room and stood out in the rain to usher her in. She was so beautiful, even dripping wet, her clothes clinging to her slight curves. Her hair was a medium shade of brown, but I figured it would be lighter when dry. Long. Curly, even.
I thought back to seeing her standing up on the stone pillar getting soaked. I’d stopped immediately when I saw a car at the swollen river, then I got a glimpse of her. A crazy thing out in the storm. But when I’d actually gotten up close to her—after I’d caught her scent and taken in that ripe body—my life had changed forever.
I remembered my dad talking about how it was when a shifter found his female. Instantaneous. Like lightning. Life altering. Permanent.
I’d believed him but doubted everyone found their mate. I was at the end of my chances, the moon madness affecting me more and more. But he’d been right although it seemed my wolf was set on a reckless little thing. Fuck, the thought of her getting swept away in the raging water made him want to howl.
Christ, even now that I knew she was safe for the night, I wanted to spank her ass pink for scaring the wolf in me like that.
Yeah, I wanted to get my hands all over that shapely ass of hers.
Fate knew, I wanted to take it all. I wanted to peel that pale pink t-shirt off her wet body and get my mouth on one of those hard little nipples showing through. I wanted to find out if she had panties on under those leggings because I sure as hell hadn’t seen a line. I wanted to wrap my palms around those sexy thighs and pull them around to ride my waist. She was so small, I doubted she’d even be able to cross her ankles.
Those leggings showed every glorious curve, and her ass was so very spankable. She was nothing like my usual type, and yet she sparked my basest desires. I went for a sturdier kind of woman. The kind who could take a hard, rough fucking and not whine about it. That’s what was in me.
This one I could snap in two with the flick of my hand. It didn’t make sense that my wolf wanted to claim her. But he did. I did. I wanted to see my handprints on her skin, make her gloriously aware of our difference in size and strength. Watch those eyes widen in shock when I took her hard, then soften and blur when she submitted to the pleasure I’d give her.
She stared up at me, not seeming to notice I was right on the edge. She was beautiful—wild hair, dark eyes, pale skin. I couldn’t fucking wait to make her turn that megawatt smile on me again.
I fought the urge to toss her over my shoulder and carry her over to the bed like a conquering Viking. I was already worried she’d be scared of me. I was a big guy and a stranger. She was a twig that could blow away in the wind. Definitely too trusting. Maybe I’d spank her ass for that, too. My mate was willing to go off and fuck a stranger? My wolf snarled.