Page 16 of Wolf Fated

The only thing I hear is my heart pounding and my wolf trying to tear his way from my skin.

“It…sounds like a wolf,” she whispers.

If I had any doubt she was mine, it’s incinerated in flames in an instant. Mine. She is mine, now and forever, the missing piece of my soul that I’ve been searching for my entire life.

Sarah is my mate, my destiny, the other half of my being blessed by the goddess herself. Sarah was never lost. She never stumbled into Willowbrook.

She was brought here to seal both our destinies.

I now understand what it truly means to be complete.

With a low, guttural growl, I tear my lips from hers, peppering searing kisses along the slender column of her throat as my hands roam the lush curves of her body. She arches into my touch, her head falling back to grant me better access, a breathless whimper escaping her parted lips.

“Mitch,” she gasps, my name a reverent sigh that sends a shudder of pure, unadulterated desire rippling through me.

I growl in response, nipping at the tender flesh where her pulse flutters erratically beneath the surface. Mine, the possessive rumble seems to say. All mine.

“Mitch,” she moans.

Sarah is my mate, my love, my everything. And as I lose myself in the searing heat of her embrace, I silently vow to spend the rest of my days worshiping her, cherishing her, giving her everything she never knew she needed.

She is the air I breathe, the beat of my heart, the very essence of my existence. And I will gladly burn the world to the ground to protect her. Without her, I am nothing. But with her by my side, I am everything–a man made whole, a soul reborn in the fires of a love that transcends space and time itself.

“Mitch!” She wrenches away from me, capturing my face in her hands. She’s panting. Breathing as frantically as I am, but the dazed look clears from her eyes, helping to ease some of the fog from my head. She licks her glossed lips, takes a deep breath and says, “What’s a mate?”

Chapter Nine

Sarah

The moment Mitch’s lips crash against mine, my world tilts on its axis. His arms engulf me, drawing me flush against the hard planes of his body, and I melt into his embrace, surrendering to the raw need that blazes through me.

Holy cow, is the only coherent thought that manages to pierce through the haze of desire. I’ve never been kissed like this before, with such unbridled passion, such reverence and possession all rolled into one. It’s heady, intoxicating, and I find myself responding in kind, my lips parting beneath the insistent glide of his tongue as a needy whimper escapes the back of my throat.

It feels so right, so perfect, as if every atom in my being has been yearning for this moment without my conscious knowledge. His scent, that rich, earthy musk surrounds me, enveloping me in a cocoon of pure, unadulterated desire.

And then, just as I’m spiraling deeper into the abyss of sensation, he utters a single word against the swell of my lips–a word that shatters the spell and sends reality crashing back down upon me like a tidal wave.

“Mate.”

The whispered endearment is enough to douse the heat licking at my senses. My eyes fly open, and I find myself staring into the molten depths of his gaze, so filled with longing and promise that it steals the breath from my lungs.

Mate? Did he really just…

Panic flares within me, hot and insistent, as the implications of that single word sink in. I’ve only just met this man, this ruggedly handsome sheriff who has awoken an untamed part of me. How can he possibly be speaking of mates when I can scarcely catch my breath in his presence?

And yet, even as my mind races, a tiny voice whispers from the depths of my soul, a voice that speaks of destiny and fated connections that transcend the boundaries of logic and reason.

I don’t know what that voice is, or where it’s come from.

Before I can dwell on it further, I’m extracting myself from Mitch’s embrace, putting much-needed distance between us as I struggle to regain my bearings.

“This is a mistake. I’m sorry, but kissing you...it was a bad idea,” I blurt out, the words tumbling from my lips before I have the chance to stop them.

To his credit, Mitch doesn’t argue or try to convince me otherwise. He simply nods, his expression inscrutable as he regards me with those searing eyes that see right through me.

No one has looked at me like that before.

Not even on the odd time I’d let something personal slip. And even then, after a startled silence, it would be ignored. Conversation would flow to something else less pitiful.

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