Page 10 of His Innocent Mate

“Fuck me hard, Wyatt.”

He growls low, his wolf flashing. “You want your mate to fuck you, Kendi, then so be it.” His voice is so harsh, so animalistic.

He keeps my chest pressed to the side of the bar, and I know this is the way of a shifter, how a female is positioned to be claimed. He wants access to my throat, to the creamy length of my neck for when he marks me.

And God, do I want him to mark me.

The moonlight washes over him, but there’s also the low glow from a parking lot light a few feet away, partially lighting him, letting me see what he’s doing.

He takes hold of his thick, huge cock, strokes it a few times, then moves back toward me. He curls a hand around my waist, pulls my lower half out, then slides his palm up my back.

He pushes my upper body forward so my ass is popped out.

I hold my breath.

I see—hear him—grit his teeth.

And just like that Wyatt claims my virginity, takes it for himself. It’s his, only his. Forever.

My inner muscles squeeze around the hard length of him, his cock, and he snaps his jaw closed.

“Fuck, Kendi. You’re so fucking tight.” He grunts out those words. “I’ve been waiting for this my entire life, baby.” He’s breathing so hard behind me, his hand on my waist, his nails digging into my flesh. No, not nails … claws. “So good, mate. Take all of me.” He growls those words as he continues to shove his shaft into me.

And then I feel his balls brush against the curve of my ass.

I feel so full, so consumed.

I can’t help but squeeze my inner muscles around his girth.

“I’m never letting you go.” His hold on me is fierce. “This is just the beginning.”

This feeling consumes me and I can’t explain it, but something rises up in me. It’s taking hold, scratching to break free. It’s still out of reach, but I can sense it, feel it try to take me over. Can Wyatt sense it? He’s breathing so heavy, so lost in the moment.

And as I want to delve deeper into this feeling, I can’t help but get lost in the pleasure, the soul-shattering sensations moving through me.

If I wasn’t in love with Wyatt before, I sure as hell am now.

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WYATT

As I thrust inside of Kendra, my heart jumps wildly in my chest. That’s when I feel it.

My heart syncs with hers.

They begin beating in perfect rhythm—two halves joined into one.

Together.

Mated.

Forever.

“Wyatt … do you … do you feel it?” Kendra whispers, her voice full of wonder.

“My mate,” I whisper into her ear, feeling the words in my soul.

I slow my thrusts, angling so that my cock slides against her inner walls, going so deep that I’m pushing against her womb.

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