Page 8 of Nanny's Mate

He let her explore him in the way that was natural to wolves. Then she stood still, patient, and calm while he did the same. Her scent engulfed him, excitement surging through his bones like a live wire.

She was serene and solemn, so he continued to wait. With a sudden burst of energy, she took off into the night, racing over the meadow. Mike followed, yipping with ecstasy as he went.

Beatriz kept looking over her shoulder as they playfully frolicked, growling and snarling good-naturedly. Mike had completely lost track of time when they arrived at one of the guest cabins where Beatriz stopped.

That was when she finally shifted into her human form. It happened methodically, the surreal silvery shine of moonlight enhancing her every morphing feature. Mike stood at a respectful distance as she turned back into the woman who had bewitched him at the bar.

Mike did the same as fast as he could. They both stood in the dim, naked and breathless, assessing each other in the same way they had when they were in their wolf forms. She kept her eyes on him the entire time, the golden flecks bold in the shimmer of her chestnut eyes.

He drank in the intoxicating sight of Beatriz’s naked body. He admired the way the trail of her waist curved to bulge out an ample bum, her breasts firm and perky. A long, swan-like neck that balanced the head of a queen.

But there was a wild creature tucked under that remarkable body. He could sense it as he approached, her breathing rate increasing, a buzz racing through her body with the subtlety of a jackhammer. The woman before him had a secret side that was untamed and fiercely thirsty for a thrill.

Mike circled her, watching as her skin pricked with anticipation. Her scent was robust and growing zesty with her arousal. He could feel his own surging through his body as he bent toward that heavenly neck, a mere breath away from touching the most precious treasure his lips would ever graze.

He heard her emit a low groan as he breathed in deeply. The coral splash of her erect nipples in the moonlight signaled her approval, while the steel hardness of his cock did the same.

But it wasn’t just attraction. It was something far more cosmic.

“Mike …”

The faint whisper of his name sent chills up the shifter’s spine. He skulked back around to face her, losing himself in her essence. His human and wolf agreed. She was undoubtedly his fated mate.

Mike grasped Beatriz by the neck firmly, her breath hitching in her throat, and pulled her against him. He crushed her with his lips, and the two of them melted into a single form. She fervently kissed him, an eruption of passion unlike anything either of them had or would ever experience possessing their minds, bodies, and spirits.

“Mike, take me,” she growled over his lips. “Take me now."

Mike could feel the wetness of her arousal pressing into his cock, the feverish loss of sanity taking the two shifters over like a glorious possession. He lifted her by the waist in one swift movement, her legs swathing around him with ease, and padded for the door of the cabin.

Thankfully, it opened.

FIVE

BEATRIZ

Beatriz’s mind spun. Unable to believe her bold, rash decision to lure him back to her cabin, she felt a surge of unease at the thought of where this night would lead.

Realistically, he was her mate, and she was fairly certain there was nothing in the world she wanted more than this man.

Standing naked on the porch kissing him caused a rush of unparalleled desire to course through her like a tidal wave. She should ask him to leave. That would be the proper thing to do. But the primal, animalistic side of her wanted him to stay.

Her attraction to him overwhelmed all other senses. The pull of the mate bond fastened them together tighter than any chain ever could. She needed to be with him, to feel him move inside her.

There was only one rational thing to do.

“Mike …” she murmured against his lips, “stay with me tonight.”

He captured her lips in another passionate kiss, and they barely made it through the door. His hands were everywhere, teasing her, pleasuring her. He drove her wild with desire.

She yielded to the sweet intoxication, succumbing to the primal urges gushing through her veins. Her fingers traced the defined lines of his muscled back, her nails digging into his skin and marking him as hers. His growl of pleasure, muffled by their fervent kisses, echoed through the cabin.

"Beatriz," he groaned, breaking away from their kiss for a breathless moment, his gaze fiery and intense. His grip on her waist tightened, and without a word, he hoisted her against his hard body.

The couch was the first thing they saw. Mike carried her there, laying her down gently before spreading her legs wide so that he could admire her glistening sex.

His eyes glowed with an untamed thirst that roused an aching need within her. Tattoos were visible reminders of his past, but she didn’t care about the history they represented. All she wanted was what was here and now … Mike's hard body above her, his hands exploring every inch of her nakedness.

His hungry gaze never left her. The sight of his tall, muscular frame made her heart pound against her ribcage. She yearned to touch him everywhere, to feel the power that radiated from him.

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