His Innocent Mate (Unforgiven Country 1)

Her words please me and my wolf. “You have two choices right now, Kendi. Just two.”

“Choices?”

“You can accept all of this and pray I make it back to my place in time to claim your virginity in a bed like you deserve—”

“Or?” she prompts almost breathlessly and my wolf growls. The sound doesn’t escape but I hear it in my mind and from the tremble that runs through Kendra, I know she hears it too.

“Or I take you around the back of the building and fuck you raw, right here and now. There will be nothing tender about the way I do it,” I warn her, hoping to get across just how much she needs to listen, to let me get her out of here.

“I don’t want you to wait,” she says softly, stopping me in my tracks.

“Kendi, you don’t know what you’re inviting,” I warn her, holding my body tight against the need to howl out in frustration … but also in pleasure because she wants to give herself over to me.

“I do. I don’t want soft and gentle, Wyatt. If I’m truly your mate, then claim me like you would a mate. I don’t want you to think I’m weak and not worthy of your wolf,” she responds, her fingers curling in my hair as her gaze centers on me.

“You are not weak,” I growl.

“I know,” she says.

“I’m the one who is not worthy of you, Kendi. It’s not the other way around.”

“Wyatt, please…”

“I’m an animal at my core, Kendra,” I snarl, letting my wolf bleed through and using her full name so she gets the importance of what I’m saying. “That’s what you’ll be letting between your legs. That’s what you’ll be claiming and tying yourself to for life. I don’t have the same set of rules that your people follow. I have my own and they’re harsh and ruthless. I’m not some nice guy who will always be able to pamper you and treat you like a queen. I’m dirty, react on gut instinct and I don’t give a damn about what society expects, Kendra. I never will. You need to know that.”

“Then why are you worrying about it now?”

“What?” I ask, confused.

“Stop worrying about what you should do, or how you should handle me, Wyatt. I love you. I’ve loved you since the beginning. You’ve never tried to hide your wolf from me before. Don’t start now. Treat me like you would if I was a shifter like you.”

She doesn’t know what she’s asking, what she’s inviting me to do. I can’t claim her like I would a she-wolf. Because even if she is strong in her own right, compared to a female wolf, she’s fragile, vulnerable. I don’t want to hurt her inadvertently. Even now, there’s a part of me that mourns that our wolves won’t run together. I can’t let her know that. I don’t want to hurt her and instinctively I know it would. Still, if she wants me to claim her now, then fuck it all, that’s what I’m going to do. I’ve been without her too long and I don’t want to take the chance on waiting—even if just for another hour.

I immediately change my direction, heading back toward the bar. I walk around behind the building and help Kendra to the ground.

Truth is, she deserves a hell of a lot more than I am giving her, than I ever will. Fuck, I’m about to claim my mate against a brick wall of a bar. But I can’t control myself, and the scent of her need and arousal spurs me on and tells me she’s right here with me.

“Wyatt?”

“You wanted this, Kendi, now you’ll take it,” I growl, my wolf bleeding over into my words. “Turn around,” I order.

Her gaze moves over me, and she swallows nervously. I zero in on the movement of her tender throat, the beast in me howling, finding the delicate features irresistible, demanding I conquer her. Kendra nods once and then turns around, giving me her back.

“Now what?” she asks, her voice surprisingly strong.

“Lose the skirt,” I growl, already undoing my jeans. “You want to be fucked by the animal who will own you, that’s what you’re going to get.”

I’m being an asshole, giving her time to back out. I don’t know why I feel this need to try and protect her from me, but I do. Kendra surprises me, though. She doesn’t call a halt to any of this. I can’t even sense fear in her.

She pushes her skirt down and everything in me rises violently, my need like a living entity.

“Then give it to me, Wyatt. Give me you,” she orders, and there’s not a doubt in my mind that she is demanding it. My wolf growls in victory, and my eyes shift to animal as my wolf rises up. Suddenly she becomes crystal clear in the pale moonlight. Hell, even my nails have elongated to the point that they could claw her tender skin.