Love at First Mate - Badlands Territory

She’s writhing as she watches me, my bear shaking his head, stepping forward, but I don’t want him too close.

Back off. She’s ours, but more so, she’s mine.

He answers by tossing his head on a seething growl, digging his claws into the wood floor as we both draw a deep breath, her sweet, intoxicating, addicting scent burning through us as I feel my bear tense, his heart pounding harder than after a run up the side of the mountains that surround the Badlands.

Wynter’s eyes are frozen to my bear as her fingers work faster and faster.

Mate. Mate. Mate.

The thought is on repeat inside us as Wynter’s back arches, her toes gripping the bedding, and her feet arch upward like a prima ballerina on pointe.

She was made for me. Her voice is my own personal music as her orgasm takes over, her torso twisting and her legs clamping shut on her hands, rolling back and forth, her legs shaking as my bear roars so loud he shakes the windows, and I feel him ready to pounce.

NO!

I’ve never had to fight him before Wynter came into my life, but I summon all my mental strength and rein him in. The rough convulsions shake my body as I shrink down, bones and muscles returning to their human form as stars dance in my eyes, momentarily blinding me as I phase back to human form.

Before her orgasm is fully subsided, I’m back in control, naked, my bear safely put away for the moment, and I lunge forward, my hand on her knees, prying her legs apart as I take her wrists in my hands, wrenching them away so I can feast on her sweet cunt.

I want to know every inch of her, but right now my focus is on the soaking heaven between her legs. I loop my hands around her lush thighs, lifting her off the bed. She’s no frail flower but I love every inch. My mouth is watering as I take in her sinful scent and see the shiny juice that covers her lips and inner thighs.

“You like me looking at you spread wide like this, don’t you?” I grit out, my voice shaking as I spread her on full display for me.

She nods, a sultry smile curving her full lips, lust glinting in her eyes. Her shaking hands flutter to her face, pushing the tendrils of hair off her forehead and cheeks.

I never understood when the other shifters would explain this feeling of ownership. The engulfing sense of possessiveness over their mates. But I understand it now.

There will not be another day that passes without her in my life. Without the taste of her kisses on my lips. The feel of her body next to mine as I pull her beside me in our bed and wake to the sound of her breathing.

I reach down and fist my cock with one hand, trying to calm the motherfucker, because he’s throbbing like a toothache. As I stroke, she drags her wet fingers to her mouth and slips two between her lips, moving them in time with my own.

So fucking sexy. Just when I think she can’t get any better, she does. She’s mine forever, I don’t know if I’ll ever be able to take her out into the world again.

Any other swinging dick lays eyes on her, I think I’ll tear his throat out and that’s going to leave a lot of bodies laying around. Sure, it will draw some attention, but right now there’s no civilized part of me that cares.

We lock eyes, watching each other as our hands work ourselves. Her open sex is right in front of my face. She likes watching me too, I can see the twinkle in her eyes and the way she starts to pulse her hips up and down, no hint of shyness anywhere to be found.

As my bear continues to pace and roar for me to put our mark on her flesh, a flash of darkness overtakes me.

“Have you ever shown yourself to anyone like this before?” I struggle to get the words out, terror clutching around my throat until I see the answer first in her eyes, then the slight shake of her head.

“Never. I never imagined doing this…let alone for someone I barely know.” Her words slide from her lips in a slow drawl and I’m reassured, but I need more.

“You ever let another man inside what’s mine?” Each word feels like a knife in my heart. The thought of it raising a murderous rage inside me.

“No.” Her lips twist to the side. “I’ve done some things, but never…everything.”

I push away the anger that anyone has ever touched her before me, comforted by the thought that my answer would be the same.

My cock aches, knowing we are going to be the first for each other. Something most humans wouldn’t understand. I didn’t necessarily save myself, there was just no interest until I met Wynter. Finding my mate has awakened parts of me I thought didn’t exist. Including a sex-crazed maniac with only one focus.