Page 23 of Claiming His Virgin Mate

Chapter Seven

Okay. So, Alex may have freaked out a little bit when the Wolf fucker touched his mate. Hisunclaimed mate, butmate, nonetheless. And that SOB had tugged on her ponytail, leaned right in, invading her space, and then he smiled at her, as if he had the fucking right.

Should’ve killed him, snarled his Cat. Okay, that was taking it a bit far.

Should’ve maimed him then, the Tiger insisted.He could live with that.Next time, he told the beast.

Alex exhaled and closed his eyes. He felt as if he’d just run a fucking marathon in seconds. Like he’d gone ten rounds on the Tilt-a-Whirl after scoffing down a shit ton of cotton candy.

No. Not cotton candy. Salted caramels.Oh damn, her taste was still on his lips. Kissing Maggie, feeling her come apart in his arms, was better than anything he could have ever dreamed about. Like every other sexual experience in his life had simply vanished under the innocent submission of his mate’s seductive kiss.

Her plump lips had welcomed his invasion, and fuck yeah, he dove right in. Could still taste her caramel flavored essence on his tongue after he’d licked his fingers clean. Next time, he would drink from the source, he promised himself.

His Tiger demanded he follow her out the door, but he forced himself to remain inside the office. She needed time and space. Plus, he’d dropped the L-bomb.

Shit. I did, didn’t I?Fuck yeah, he did, and he meant it. Alex was in love with her. Like head over heels, ass over tails. However the fuck the saying went, he was all in. She was it for him.

It was difficult to accept, but he knew he had to do things on a slower timeline than he wanted. She was a human and would not have the same feelings as quickly as he did.

Sad growl.His beast mourned the idea that she did not love him in all his awesomeness already, but Alex soothed his inner Cat with promises of future praise and acceptance from his mate. After all, he and Maggie were fated.

She simply could not know what they were to each other. Normals did not have the same instincts he did when it came to discerning the one undeniable fact in all this, they were meant for one another.

The soul-deep craving he had for Maggie Flint was something he accepted would be a constant in his life from now on. She was his other half. Made for him, as he was made for her, and he would strive for the rest of their lives to be worthy of such a female.

He waited ten minutes before heading to his room, where he showered and dressed. It was odd to forego the expensive silk shirts and tailored suits in exchange for jeans and cotton t-shirts, but he had to admit, he enjoyed the freedom of it. After he went through his daily emails, he grabbed his cell phone. This was a call he’d been putting off, but it wasn’t something he could ignore any longer.

“Alex,” the voice of his Neta sounded pleasant over the line, and he knew his Nari must be with him, “What can I do for you?”

“Neta,” he greeted him formally, “I met her.”

“Her?”

“I have mether,” he said again, and waited for the knowing silence that transpired between them.

“I see,” Dean said, and fucker that he was, Alex could hear the smile in his tone, “and is she amenable to your mating?”

“Well, it’s complicated,” Alex began, “I tried to stay away, but now she thinks I was ignoring her. Her sister is a Wolf, but she is anormal. Fuck, everyone in this town is a Wolf, and one of their males touched her, and I-”

“Did you do anything to start a war?”

“What? No, I didn’t touch him. It was her-”

“You hit her?!”

“Fuck no! I kissed her. A bit,” he said, “okay, a lot.”

“I see,” Dean said, “explain.”

After a few more minutes of going over what had happened, Alex bristled while Dean remained silent on the other line. His Tiger was stressed. He needed his Neta to tell him how to proceed. That was the guy’s job, for fuck’s sake. Alex wanted his mate, but this was a delicate situation.

“You do realize you might have fucked this up, Alex?”

“Yes, I know that. Fuck, Dean, help me out here,” he growled, and ran a hand through his hair.

“Are you growling at your Neta?”

“Shit. No. I’m sorry, Dean,” he said, “I just, that is, I could use some advice.”

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