His Innocent Mate (Unforgiven Country 1)

The sound that comes from him is gruff, dangerous sounding. It shouldn’t turn me on, but I become wetter. He runs his tongue along the side of my throat, those canines teasing me. I picture him piercing my throat, marking me so his pack—so all shifters—know that I am his.

Everything is happening so fast, but I am not about to stop it.

I close my eyes and bite my lip. My pussy clenches around him, the pain from losing my virginity nothing compared to the pleasure I feel.

“Kendi, God, baby. This will only ever be for you.”

My throat tightens, and my mouth goes dry.

I look over my shoulder and see his nostrils flare slightly, his wolf flashing forward. I am tempting the beast. And it feels incredible.

“Fuck. I’ve been waiting for this—for you, Kendra—my whole life.”

I bite my lip hard, tasting blood.

Wyatt spanks my right ass cheek again, the sound of flesh being hit echoing.

“Fuck me hard, Wyatt.”

He growls low, his wolf flashing. “You want your mate to fuck you, Kendi, then so be it.” His voice is so harsh, so animalistic.

He keeps my chest pressed to the side of the bar, and I know this is the way of a shifter, how a female is positioned to be claimed. He wants access to my throat, to the creamy length of my neck for when he marks me.

And God, do I want him to mark me.

The moonlight washes over him, but there’s also the low glow from a parking lot light a few feet away, partially lighting him, letting me see what he’s doing. He takes hold of his thick, huge cock, strokes it a few times, then moves back toward me. He curls a hand around my waist, pulls my lower half out, then slides his palm up my back. He pushes my upper body forward so my ass is popped out.

I hold my breath.

I see—hear him—grit his teeth.

And just like that Wyatt claims my virginity, takes it for himself. It’s his, only his. Forever.

My inner muscles squeeze around the hard length of him, his cock, and he snaps his jaw closed.

“Fuck, Kendi. You’re so fucking tight.” He grunts out those words. “I’ve been waiting for this my entire life, baby.” He’s breathing so hard behind me, his hand on my waist, his nails digging into my flesh. No, not nails … claws. “So good, mate. Take all of me.” He growls those words as he continues to shove his shaft into me. And then I feel his balls brush against the curve of my ass.

I feel so full, so consumed.

I can’t help but squeeze my inner muscles around his girth.

“I’m never letting you go.” His hold on me is fierce. “This is just the beginning.”

This feeling consumes me and I can’t explain it, but something rises up in me. It’s taking hold, scratching to break free. It’s still out of reach, but I can sense it, feel it try to take me over. Can Wyatt sense it? He’s breathing so heavy, so lost in the moment.

And as I want to delve deeper into this feeling, I can’t help but get lost in the pleasure, the soul-shattering sensations moving through me. If I wasn’t in love with Wyatt before, I sure as hell am now.8WyattAs I thrust inside of Kendra, my heart jumps wildly in my chest. That’s when I feel it.

My heart syncs with hers.

They begin beating in perfect rhythm—two halves joined into one.

Together.

Mated.

Forever.

“Wyatt … do you … do you feel it?” Kendra whispers, her voice full of wonder.

“My mate,” I whisper into her ear, feeling the words in my soul.

I slow my thrusts, angling so that my cock slides against her inner walls, going so deep that I’m pushing against her womb.

“You feel so good,” she gasps, her body trembling. I can feel her pussy fluttering against my shaft, and know she’s going to come soon. Pride roars through me at the knowledge that I’ve given her pleasure.

That I will be the only male to give her pleasure.

Me. Only ever me.

I bring my hand around her body, memorizing the feel of her flesh between my fingers. I cup her pussy. The warm, wet heat is like coming home. I move so my fingers fall against my shaft as it tunnels in and out of her.

“Who owns this body, Kendi?” I ask against her ear, letting my breath tease her sensitive skin.

Her body jerks as her sweet juices gush around my cock and run down against my fingers.

So fucking hot.

“Who do you belong to?” I growl, letting my canines scrape gently against her earlobe.

“You. I belong to you, Wyatt!” she cries against me. She has her head tilted, instinctively giving me dominance. She might not be a wolf, but she was made to be my mate.

I move my fingers to her clit. The swollen nub is pulsating—throbbing and hungry. I massage it, teasing it and trapping it between my fingers. Kendra’s body jerks as my canines drag against the vulnerable spot on her neck. I can hear the blood rushing through her veins, scent her hunger, her need. I’m more wolf than man right now—at least when it comes to instincts and thought. I’m keeping a rigid chain on my wolf. It’s not easy, but Kendi is my mate and I have to be careful where she’s concerned.