Page 25 of Claiming His Virgin Mate

Like now, with the sun overhead and the whole beach bathed in its warm light. Would he miss the city? Hardly, he shook his head. If Dean needed him, New York was less than an hour away.

His place was here now. With her. Maggie Flint was his entire world, and like any other almost-mated male, he was anxious to claim her as his own.

The beautiful human was perfection itself. Alex had never seen anyone quite so lovely. She called to him, like his own personal symphony. A sonnet above all sonnets. No summer’s day, or sweet flower could ever compare to his mate’s radiance. Fuck, he sounded like an idiot, but he didn’t care.

Grinning like a fool, he replayed the way she’d clung to him. Her sweet kisses were unpracticed. Nothing but pure, honest reaction. Her responses were superb, so much more thrilling than he’d ever hoped for.

Technically, Alex had not spent a lot of time thinking about his one true and fated mate, and he was glad of that now. Anything he might have thought of could never compare to the reality of his sweet kit.

Mine,his Tiger chuffed happily.

“Mine,” he echoed aloud, watching the waves slap against the shore from his perch on the roof.

Soon, he told his beast.

Chapter Eight

“So,” Joelle narrowed her eyes at Alex from her position in the driver’s seat of the canary yellow Jeep Wrangler he’d picked up earlier that morning, “You and my sister.”

“Uh, Joelle, keep your eyes on the road, please,” he winced as she hugged the curb while turning onto the then, thankfully, quiet Main Street.

“I got my permit two months ago,” she informed him and slammed on the brakes at the next stop sign.

“Easy,” he said firmly.

“I want to know what your intentions are,” she watched the road for the old woman in the station wagon to pass before accelerating, and yeah, Alex actually whimpered.

The kid had a lead foot, for fuck’s sake. Maybe he ought to hold on to the Jeep until he talked it over with her sister. Or got her some professional lessons.

“Are you sure the entrance to Pack lands is this way?” he asked when she turned off onto what looked like a seldom used road.

“Yep. This is where Maggie parks and waits for me when I go on runs,” she informed him.

“She waits for you with a forest full of Wolves?” he couldn’t hold back his snarl.

“Yeah, I told her too, but she brings a shot gun and promises me she will defend herself. Still,” she shrugged as she pulled into park with another heavy slam of the brake that jostled even his big frame.

“You’re messing with me, right? You can drive better than this, can’t you?”

“I’m a Werewolf,Heathcliff, of course I can drive better than that,” she scoffed.

“Heathcliff? Are you referring to the Bronte hero, or the fat cat who eats fish out of trash cans?”

“Take your pick, either way, I am not so sure you are the best thing for my sister,” she walked around the back of the jeep removing her sweatshirt and opening the trunk, “Sweet ride though.”

“Thanks, but Joelle, you are wrong. I am the best thing for Maggie.”

“How can you be so sure?”

“She’s my mate. My fated mate.”

“Really?” he saw her hazel eyes widen, then that steely calm settled over her.

Alex had to hand it to the teenager. She had courage. In spades.

“Yes, really. I love her, Jo-Jo,” he stated, waiting for the Wolf in her to sense his truth.

When she did, Joelle nodded.

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