Chapter 4
Chapter 4
Tucker
M y mate.
She was sweet and soft and absolutely fucking perfect.
And as I kissed her, stroked her lips with my tongue—loving how she gasped from my touch—I knew coming here had been the right move.
I knew following her home, stalking her, and saying fuck going slow had been what I was supposed to do.
She was mine, and I was hers, and this was meant to happen.
I felt her hands on my chest and groaned at how good her touch felt. I was spiraling out of control, my desire so feverish I was burning up from it.
I tightened my hands on her hips and pulled her against my body even more, hearing a shocked sound leave her at no doubt the feeling of my rock-hard cock against her belly. I purred low in pleasure at that, my shaft jerking behind the zipper of my jeans.
I started moving her backward, the startled sound coming from her getting eaten up by my lips and tongue. Her back pressed against the front door, and I deepened the kiss as much as I could, frantic and lost in the sensation of her, in the feel of her. Her flavor made me crazed and had my inner animal pacing with pent-up desire.
The vivid images in my mind showed me what to do. Or maybe it was my own selfish desires wanting to devour her like the big bad wolf I was.
“Tell me, Mia. Tell me you feel this powerful connection, the mating pulling us irrevocably together. Admit it’s stripping away your very sanity until you’re left with a bone-deep need just for me. Only for me.”
She moaned softly, her breathing picking up, the scent of her arousal saturating the air between us. I was growing drunk off of it, dizzy from the sweetest aroma I’d ever had the pleasure of scenting.
“Tucker,” she moaned, and although she didn’t say the words I wanted to hear, she didn’t have to. I knew what she felt was just as powerful for her as it was for me.
“I know, baby. I know.” I inhaled deeply again. “I bet if I slipped my hand right between your pretty thighs, your pants would be soaked because of your need for me. Isn’t that right?”
She gasped as if my words turned her on even more. And I inhaled once more, scenting her desire become even more potent, thicker, and richer in the air. I groaned and broke the kiss but instantly buried my face in the crook of her neck, groaning at how perfect this felt. This is what I've been missing out on my entire life.
Inhaling deeply, I smelled the mating scent pouring out of her. It was light, sweet, and sultry, whereas mine was potent and wild, fierce and almost aggressive. My pheromones called to her just as much as hers called to me. But these aromas were only for each other.
And until the mating was completed, until I claimed her, pushed between her thighs, and filled her up with my seed, making her smell like me, tying us together forever as I bit her pretty neck, this desire would grow and grow until it ate us alive. We wouldn’t be able to control ourselves until we were all but attacking each other in our ferocious need to fuck.
I groaned as that filthy image slammed into my head.
My cock was hard and aching, my balls drawn up tight and so full of cum that they fucking hurt. So I started grinding myself against her belly, her frame so much smaller than mine that I felt like I’d break her, that this very obscene act I was doing would damage her somehow.
But still, her arousal blossomed in the air, her moans making everything sound all the sweeter.
“Tucker, you're so… big.” She whispered that last word and then moaned as I pressed my dick harder against her, rolling my hips, mimicking the act I’d soon be doing between her thighs. Back and forth, I added a little bit more pressure until I knew I could get off from this act alone.
I grunted and growled, feeling my wolf rise up as I snarled against her flesh. My canines ached, the image of piercing her neck as I pushed into her pussy and finally claimed her riding me so hard I shuddered as my orgasm threatened to come forth. Fuck, if I kept this up, I was going to get off from grinding against Mia and thinking these thoughts. I’d soak my jeans with so much seed it would smear across her shirt before seeping through the material and marking her belly.
“My Mia. My mate,” I purred in approval, those words so fucking sweet, sounding so right as they slid off my tongue and out of my mouth. I felt more and more pre-cum spill from the tip of my cock and groaned anew.
“This is happening so fast,” she whispered softly, and I knew it was to herself. I could scent the turbulent emotions moving through her.
I wanted nothing more than to tear her clothes from her, bare her skin to me, and memorize it with my hands and lips, with my tongue. I imagined what she looked like completely naked, all soft, feminine curves.
I growled in primordial need.
“Tell me how much you want this, that you’re burning alive as much as I am, my female,” I mumbled against her mouth, refusing to break the kiss. And because of that, every word I spoke had my lips brushing against hers.
I’d never taken a female, never touched one, thought about one in any way sexual. I’d never kissed one or wanted to. Until now. With her… my Mia.
I was a virgin in every sense of the word. But instinctively, I knew what to do, what I wanted to do with Mia. It was as natural to me as breathing, ingrained in me so that I’d just know how to pleasure my mate, how to please her above all else.
And then I felt the prick of her nails against my chest, and a current of pleasure left me as that pain mixed with my desire so hard my knees threatened to buckle and take me down.
But then I heard her whisper, “No,” felt her add pressure to my chest as she pushed me back. I immediately moved away and sucked in great lungsful of air to try to gather my composure and balance.
I stared at my mate, her frame so tiny compared to mine. She had her hand lifted, her fingers touching her mouth. That had a low sound of need leaving me, and I took a step forward. But she shook her head, her expression hardening as she held her hand out, palm facing me.
“Stop,” she said softly, and I froze instantly. She sounded out of breath, as if she’d run a mile. “Wait. Waitwaitwait . Just hold on.” Mia closed her eyes and took a shuddering breath.
Confusion and desire, her need to have me close but to keep me at an arm’s length until she gathered herself and the situation, were evident in her expression.
“I stayed away as long as I could.” My voice was barely recognizable as my wolf and the hard need for my mate slammed into one another. It wasn’t an answer to her unspoken questions, but it was the only clear-thinking response I had right then.
Everything in me wanted to go to my mate and hold her close, reassure her that everything would be okay, that I’d never let anything hurt her. I took a step toward her, my inner animal and desire to be with Mia so strong I wasn’t thinking rationally or clearly. The possessiveness I felt for her had been growing every single day, and I was getting perilously close to my breaking point.
She’d been on my mind constantly—nonstop—from the time I woke up in the morning to when I went to bed at night, then all throughout my dreams. I couldn’t focus, had a hard time eating, sleeping. My body was so ready for her that my canines ached to mark her pretty neck, to push in deep and give her my seed, marking her from the inside out. The very thought made me so territorial I found myself snarling thinking of another male even looking in her direction.
“Come here, Mia ,” I said her name on nothing more than a growl.
She still held her hand out, shaking her head, the scent of her arousal mixed with her confusion the only thing that was keeping me grounded in reality and common sense.
She touched her lips again, and I lowered my head slightly, my eyes still locked on hers as a low rumble of pleasure left me. I smelled her increasing arousal as she ran the pad of her finger over her bottom lip, as her thoughts were no doubt going back to when I kissed her.
Her eyes snapped up to mine before widening slightly.
“Come here, my mate ,” I purred, coaxed.
“Tucker, wait. This is all so confusing.” She closed her eyes briefly and shook her head before opening them again. “I don’t understand what’s going on?—”
“You know what’s going on.” Although I knew her statement hadn’t been in the literal sense—because she could smell and feel the mating need I had for her—she was having a hard time wrapping her head around it. And I understood that, even if it frustrated me because I wanted nothing more than for her to be as crazed for me as I was for her.
“But how? Why?”
I had a feeling she was talking to herself, trying to sift through all the things that were happening.
I didn’t bother reminding her about when she’d come of age in our pack, about how that’s when I first realized what she was to me. She knew whether she wanted to fully admit it right now or not.
But before she’d turned nineteen, I hadn’t seen her as anything but the Alpha’s daughter—another female within the pack to protect with my life. All females were precious, bearers of life, and the most important creations to a shifter pack.
I hadn’t seen any females as anything more than that in all my years.
But that was different now. I was different. A mated male wanting nothing more than to be with his female and make her his in all ways.
“I need time,” she finally said and pulled her shoulders back, the strength coming from her hard enough that I actually felt myself calming even more.
She had the Alpha’s blood running through her veins, and by default, she had her own power.
It turned me on immensely.
“I’ll give you anything you want.” The truth came from me easily. If she needed the rest of her life to come to terms with being mine, I’d gladly give it. But I’d always be by her side. She’d always be my priority, the most important thing in my life.
She came above all else. The pack. The Alpha. My very life.
“I can give you as much time as you need, but you know you’re mine.” I took another step forward, and she didn’t stop me. I saw her pupils dilate, her lips part. I heard her sharp inhale as she no doubt caught the saturated scent of my need pouring off me and slamming into her.
I reached out and slowly touched my fingers along her temple, down her cheek, and traced her jawline before pushing a lock of her thick, long hair over her shoulder.
“But you know you’re mine. This pull, your need for me and mine for you, is undeniable.”
Her eyes fluttered, almost closing, and she sighed. That brought a wealth of pleasure to me, knowing how receptive my mate was to my touch, knowing how much she enjoyed it.
I wanted her desperately, my cock thick and hard behind the zipper of my jeans. But if all I ever got were these innocent touches to her cheek, or the feel of her fingers stroking along mine, I’d still be the happiest of males.
I forced myself to pull away, to let my hand drop to my side, to use all my self-control and strength to take a step back from her.
And with one lingering glance, with an unspoken declaration that I would be close, protecting her, watching over her, but still giving her space, I forced myself to turn around and leave.
And every single fucking step away from Mia was like a steel rod to my chest. It hurt. I was in agony. It was wrong, but she needed time, and I had to respect that, so I kept walking.
I walked away from my mate... but I wouldn’t forever.