Page 9 of His Innocent Mate

I hope we both are.

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KENDRA

I can’t breathe knowing what I’m about to do with Wyatt, that he’s finally going to claim me. To be honest, I find it hot that he has me pressed against the side of the bar, the brick scraping my tender, sensitive flesh.

I feel something move inside of me, this dark desire that can’t be ignored, but is too far away that I can’t quite reach it.

Wyatt grabs me behind the head, tangling his big hand in my hair and turning my head to the side. His mouth is on mine in a second, his tongue probing the seam of my lips.

I gasp, opening for him, taking his tongue in my mouth and sucking on it.

For long moments we kiss, our moans matching in intensity, the music from the bar seeming to dim compared to us. He finally pulls away, and I suck in a lungful of air.

“No going back,” he grumbles out.

“Good.”

He leans back, a dark, aroused look covering his face. I’m so turned on, soaking wet for him, needing Wyatt like I need to breathe. He takes a step back and I feel the chill of the air wash over my exposed skin.

I can see him looking me up and down, taking in his fill of my body, of what’s exposed.

“There will never be anyone but you for me, mate. No one else. When I’m done with you, Kendra, you won’t be able to walk straight tomorrow.” He spanks my ass and I gasp in pleasure and a hint of pain. “My female.” He growls low, possessively. “Mine, Kendi. All. Fucking. Mine.”

“Good,” I say with a hint of challenge in my voice.

I find myself thrusting my ass against him, causing him to shove even deeper in me.

Wyatt wraps his fingers around the column of my neck, adding just the smallest amount of pressure. He doesn’t leave his hand there for that long before he smooths it down and rests it on the small of my back.

And then I feel his mouth at the side of my neck, the sound of him inhaling causing a shiver to work through me. He moves his mouth along my throat, strokes my skin with his tongue, and God, does it feel so good.

“I could come right now, Kendra. I’m barely hanging on.” He groans against my skin, his voice deeper, more distorted. “You’ll own me just as much as I own you.”

Yes.

I feel his canines, sharp points that tease and threaten to cause pain … that promise to have me tied to Wyatt always.

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.

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