His Innocent Mate (Unforgiven Country 1)

How in the fuck am I going to claim her and not hurt her?

I pray that fate hasn’t damned the both of us. Still, the wolf is too close to claiming what he wants and without thought I rip the shirt and bra from her body.

“Don’t want anything in my way.”

My words are raw, barely human, and I can’t be sure they even make sense. All I know is that when I claim her, I’m going to bite into her neck as I unload my cum deep inside of her. She’ll have my scent inside of her and my mark outside of her. Fuck, eventually I’m going to come all over her body, rubbing it into her skin so she smells of me—so everyone will know she belongs to me.

Kendra shivers, but still I don’t sense fear. All I can smell is her desire.

“Do it, Wyatt. That’s what I want too. I want everyone to know I belong to you. I want everyone to know … that you belong to me, too.”

She read my thoughts. Not that I care. I couldn’t try to block them from her right now, even if I wanted to.

Finally, after all this time, Kendra is going to be mine.

I drag my hand along her back, following the delicate outline of her spine, then slowly slide my hand over the tempting flesh of her ass.

She’s perfect.

I lean in to kiss the trembling pulse on her neck. There’s so much I want to say, but I can’t form the words. The only word I can manage is, “Mine,” and it comes out deep and guttural.

“Yes,” she responds, her ass pushing back against me.

I unzip my jeans, pull my dick out through the fly, and take the length in my hand, stroking it once, cum already coating the head. I slide it between her legs, letting it push against the lips of her pussy. They give way, opening for me, and I groan at the wetness I find.

“You’re soaking wet for me, Kendra,” I growl. “My little mate needs me to fuck her,” I say gruffly into her ear.

“Yes. God, Wyatt, fuck me now,” she demands.

Her order shreds what is left of my self-control. I can’t hold back any longer. I hope she’s ready for what comes next.

I hope we both are.7KendraI can’t breathe knowing what I’m about to do with Wyatt, that he’s finally going to claim me. To be honest, I find it hot that he has me pressed against the side of the bar, the brick scraping my tender, sensitive flesh.

I feel something move inside of me, this dark desire that can’t be ignored, but is too far away that I can’t quite reach it.

Wyatt grabs me behind the head, tangling his big hand in my hair and turning my head to the side. His mouth is on mine in a second, his tongue probing the seam of my lips. I gasp, opening for him, taking his tongue in my mouth and sucking on it.

For long moments we kiss, our moans matching in intensity, the music from the bar seeming to dim compared to us. He finally pulls away, and I suck in a lungful of air.

“No going back,” he grumbles out.

“Good.”

He leans back, a dark, aroused look covering his face. I’m so turned on, soaking wet for him, needing Wyatt like I need to breathe. He takes a step back and I feel the chill of the air wash over my exposed skin. I can see him looking me up and down, taking in his fill of my body, of what’s exposed.

“There will never be anyone but you for me, mate. No one else. When I’m done with you, Kendra, you won’t be able to walk straight tomorrow.” He spanks my ass and I gasp in pleasure and a hint of pain. “My female.” He growls low, possessively. “Mine, Kendi. All. Fucking. Mine.”

“Good,” I say with a hint of challenge in my voice.

I find myself thrusting my ass against him, causing him to shove even deeper in me.

Wyatt wraps his fingers around the column of my neck, adding just the smallest amount of pressure. He doesn’t leave his hand there for that long before he smooths it down and rests it on the small of my back.

And then I feel his mouth at the side of my neck, the sound of him inhaling causing a shiver to work through me. He moves his mouth along my throat, strokes my skin with his tongue, and God, does it feel so good.

“I could come right now, Kendra. I’m barely hanging on.” He groans against my skin, his voice deeper, more distorted. “You’ll own me just as much as I own you.”

Yes.

I feel his canines, sharp points that tease and threaten to cause pain … that promise to have me tied to Wyatt always.