Page 29 of His Wild Mate

I screamed and kicked as he carried me back to his house. And then he slapped me and told me to grow up, that I was to be his mate.

When he removed his clothes and stood before me, I had never been more repulsed. But when he reached for me, something inside of me had snapped.

I'd shifted that night, right there in his bedroom. I liked to think that my wolf was protecting me. She'd killed the man and then we fled in our fur in the middle of the night, never to look back or return.

Since then, it had always just been the two of us. For me being so young, it was just easier to think of my wolf side as a separate entity, my protector. When I was scared, I always returned to this form because I knew she had my back even when no one else did. She was the only thing I could absolutely trust.

But her claim on Emmett made me believe that just maybe I could trust him too.

Despite the nightmare of that night that I still dreamed about on occasion, my body still craved a partner. My sexual desires were strong, and here in this closet, surrounded by Emmett's scent, it was much worse than usual.

I groaned, which probably sounded like another whimper through my wolf. This was ridiculous. I was going to have no choice but to take care of things myself.

My ears perked up as I listened. The shower was still on. Just maybe I'd have time to relieve a bit of the pressure building within me before he was done.

I allowed myself to shift and wasted no time reaching down between my legs. I was so hot and wet as I started to play with myself. I'd never been quite this turned on so quickly. The need was always there when I was in heat, like a constant itch I couldn't quite scratch. That meant it often took time to get my body to relax enough for some relief.

Not this time though. I moaned as I touched myself, finding a pattern that felt so good. My eyes fluttered shut as I recalled images of Emmett in my mind.

Within seconds, I was panting and searching for a climax. But that was the thing about being in heat. It would build and build until I released just enough to take the edge off, but never enough to satisfy me. And sometimes, it only made things worse.

This time my whole body was clenching in sweet pain as I rocked against my hand thinking of him.

“Emmett,” I purred, letting his name roll off my tongue for the first time.

“Don't stop on my account.”

His deep voice rumbled through my body, making me shutter all over.

My eyes flew open to meet his. They were dark and filled with passion. I'd seen that look on men before and it was terrifying, but not this time. The way he was looking at me made me feel like the most beautiful and most desired woman on the planet.

My breath caught as I held back a cry, feeling the pressure rise to the point of no return. My eyes slid down his body. He was naked and hard.

He wanted me. Men always did. But he wasn’t making a move towards me. And I knew he would never hurt me.

This realization made me feel powerful as he stood there watching me touch myself until I climaxed in the most powerful orgasm I'd ever experienced in my life.

Panting for breath, I fell back onto a pile of clothes I'd gathered earlier to sleep on.

I should have felt humiliated or embarrassed. But I didn't.

Neither of us said a word as we watched each other until my heart stopped racing and my breathing began to level out.

He cleared his throat. “Better?”

“A little,” I confessed.

He cursed under his breath, and I didn’t understand why he was so mad.

“You don’t have to sleep in the closet.”

“I know.”

What he didn’t seem to understand was that small, confined spaces made me feel safe, like my own little den. Combined with his scent, this closet was the greatest place on Earth as far as I was concerned. It made me feel safe, like maybe I could sleep for once in my life.

“If you need anything, or need any help, just let me know.”

He smirked and there was a twinkle in his eyes.

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