It was almost noon, but I had already dismissed the crew for lunch. I rubbed both my hands over my face and growled in frustration. The place beneath my breastbone felt hollow and empty. Fuck, was this what rejection from your mate felt like?
I hated it. Hated knowing I’d done something to break whatever bond had already started to form between me and Martina. I knew she was my fated mate, but despite her being a Wolf Shifter, she didn’t seem to have the slightest inkling. Did that mean I was wrong?
No, my Wolf snarled. And I rubbed my chest, trying to soothe the monster. I’d spent the last three nights locked in my fur, pacing the length of the shed. I was grateful for the help of Sherry Morgan, the Pack Beta’s mate, and the most powerful White Witch to walk the earth.
She’d used magic to make the interior of the otherwise normal looking ten by twelve-foot structure to be much larger for my changes. Damned family curse. My Wolf snapped his jaws, and I chuckled at the ornery fucker. Fine. It wasn’t his fault, but still. Life would have been easier without the constraints I was forced to live under. At least with Rafe Maccon as Alpha, I didn’t have to hide what I was.
That train of thought reminded me of Martina. Puzzling woman. She’d talked about living under a cloud when the old Alpha was in power, and what little I recalled of Zev Maccon confirmed what she’d said. But she was a Wolf, so why the hatred? I wished she was there so I could ask. One look at my cell phone told me she hadn’t sent a reply to any of the sixteen texts I’d sent over the last three days.
Fuck. I looked desperate. But it was fitting. I was desperate. Like a fucking dog sitting at her feet, hoping for a scrap. I was pathetic. But I was owning that shit. Waiting her out wasn’t working. Despite my promises to Davian, tonight I was going to see her if I had to break down the fucking door.
The slight sound of a motor reached my sensitive ears, and I turned my head to the front of the trailer. Tim always insisted we have one for the two of us when working on a site. But the fucking thing only had two windows, and they were facing the other way. I stood up, walking to the front door and narrowly missed being slapped in the face with the fucking thing.
“What the—”
“Mitch!”
Holy shit. It was her. I stood stunned as she barreled into the trailer, frowning when I noticed the absence of a coat.
“Fuck, sweetheart, it’s twenty degrees outside,” I growled and grabbed her hand.
I closed the door and pulled her up against me, intending to warm her with my body heat. Only when I touched her, I realized she was hot. Not her usual sexy as fuck hot, I meant hot to the touch.
“Sorry, I’m, uh, a little riled up,” she said, easing back from my hold.
I wanted to roar and squeeze her even tighter. My Wolf was riding me hard, and it was all I could do to finally release her. Holding onto my raging animal was difficult, but I managed. Barely.
“Um, what are you doing here? Not that I am not thrilled to see you, I mean. Shit,” I said, rubbing my hand over my head.
I bit my fucking tongue in an effort to keep my mouth shut.
“I just saw your brother,” she began.
“My brother?” I asked, confused.
“Yeah. He was at the house. Um, I used to have a crush on him, actually, never mind. Davi and Err were fixing some computer bug, anyway, he, um, he said something,” Martina whispered, her words running together.
I made a mental note to kick Tim’s ass later, but first I needed to figure out what the heck was going on here. She was wringing her hands and pacing as little as the space allowed, making me anxious as fuck. I tried to be calm, but there was something wrong and the beast in me demanded I fix it.
“Hey, let’s sit down,” I said, and grabbed a couple of waters from the small fridge by the desk.
We had a three-cushion sofa against one wall for naps or guests to sit in case a meeting was necessary when either Tim or I were working in there. It wasn’t fancy, but it was sturdy and a hell of a lot better than me just standing there like a total idiot.
“Here,” I said, offering her the water.
“Thanks. You know, Mitch. We don’t know each other well. I mean, there are things about me I could never tell anyone, and even if I can now, you don’t know them and if you did, you might not like—”
“Hey, slow down, sweetheart,” I said, touching her hand.
Chills danced up my arm and down my spine. The woman gave me chills, and I growled, wanting more of her skin against mine. She was an addiction now, and I was fast becoming obsessed.
“Would you hate me if you knew my secrets?” she whispered.
“Martina, I could never hate you. And I want you to trust me enough someday with all your secrets. I won’t steal them from you. Don’t you know what you are to me? I can wait till you’re ready to tell me whatever’s on your mind, sweetheart. And I swear to you, I will keep them safe. I’ll keep you safe. You’re here already,” I said, touching my heart.
Martin exhaled sharply, blinking back tears. She opened the bottled water and took a small sip, not looking at me yet. I suspected she was going over whatever it was she wanted to say in that pretty head of hers, and I was helpless to do anything but wait.
“I know there is a lot about me you don’t understand, and that’s because I haven’t told you. This thing, um, whatever this is, I don’t want to assume, but anyway, it’s just really, really fast. Faster than I expected,” she explained, and I tried really hard to follow. “You see, I wasn’t expecting anything, actually. Not to meet you, well, meet you again since we knew each other from school. But what I mean is—shit, is it true? Am I your, your mate?” she asked.
The entire world seemed to stop moving the second she said those words. Her deep violet eyes were liable to swallow me up as she stood, facing me, head tipped back, waiting for me to say something. The scent of spicy cinnamon apple pie grew stronger, filling my senses and making me dizzy.
I reached out with one hand, cupping her cheek. Her skin was so incredibly warm beneath my fingers, I shivered in delight. My monster craved heat. Hell, he was born of it. Her breath caught in her throat as I moved in closer, giving her ample time to back up. She stood her ground, though, and pride sizzled through me along with something else.
Brave, beautiful, brilliant girl. My girl.
“Yes, you’re mine, Martina Harbor. I knew the second I saw you again.”
Her lips curled up into a breathtaking grin. She placed her hands on my chest and reached up on tiptoe to press her lips to mine. Soft, soft, so fucking soft. She kissed me and I was falling for her harder and faster than I thought possible. She kissed me, and I never wanted her to stop. Moaning softly, she pushed me back, and I sat down on the couch, reaching for her. Fuck, I was hard beneath my jeans, hungry for her, and desperate to finish what we had started the other night.
“Mitchell,” she moaned, climbing onto my lap.
We were frantic then. I wanted to, no, I needed to possess her, to mark her with my scent, my bite.
“Are you telling me yes, sweetheart? Is that what this is?” I asked.
I hated myself for being so damn needy. But I had to know. I couldn’t do this and walk away, and I needed her to understand that.
“I want you,” she whimpered, leaning back, so she had room to pull off her sweatshirt.
Holy. Fuck. She was bare beneath it. Her beautiful, tip tilted breasts were perfect with dusky nipples puckered just for my lips. I couldn’t resist. I bent my head and sucked one hard nub into my mouth, growling as her hands wound through my hair. Thank God Pete had left it long enough for her to have something to hold on to. By the time I was finished, I was likely to be bald.
This tiny little she-Wolf shattered me with her ready submission. But even as she granted me access to her precious body, her nimble fingers were working to divest me of my clothes. I was burning for her, and I didn’t care if she knew it. Hell, I wanted her to know it. No one else had ever wrecked me so completely, and all we were doing so far was kissing. Her pants and moans increased and soon I’d kissed my way down her soft belly to her covered sex. Growling and impatient, I used my claws to slice off her thick leggings.
“I fucking love red,” I growled, my face up close and personal with her red lace panty-clad pussy.
Her eyes widened, and she gasped as I closed my mouth over her covered mound. Sucking on her secret place through the sexy little garment was erotic as fuck. I used my tongue, growling to add some vibration, as I tested the texture of the soaked material.
“Oh fuck, yes,” she whimpered.
It wasn’t enough. I was kneeling on the floor between Martina’s splayed legs, but I needed her completely bare. The animal in me would brook no arguments. I wanted to sink into her heat. To fill her with my cock. Make her come a time or ten before sinking my fangs into her flesh and claiming her as mine. I tore her panties right off her, grabbing her thick thighs and placing them over my shoulders.
“Mine,” I growl, sending trembles through her whole body before I buried my tongue inside her tight heat.
I squeezed her legs, holding them open while I fucked her on my tongue, swallowing down every drop of her spicy cinnamon flavored nectar. She was so fucking sweet, so hot, and so fucking mine. Martina rolled her hips in time with my tongue, and I damn near lost it.
“Mitchell, fuck, yes, I’m coming,” she cried out, arching her back.
I stayed with her every step of the way, stroking my tongue inside her slick heat, and lapping at her swollen clit until she rode every tremor and wave till the very last one.
“No more, please,” she whimpered, and I took pity on her.
“Rest a minute, sweetheart, but I’m not done with you yet,” I said, grabbing the water from the floor and helping her take a sip.
I switched our positions. Sitting on the couch, ignoring my boner, I picked Martina up and had her cradled against my chest. She sighed and snuggled, contentment and satisfaction rolling off her, scenting the air. I leaned down and sniffed her neck. God, I love her smell. She giggled and turned towards me, a smile on her face as she kissed my lips.
“Mmm. What about you?” she asked, her gaze flicking down to where her bare pussy sat right on top of my denim covered cock.
“What about me?”
“You know,” she said, “I wanna take care of you too.”
“Oh, so you think I licked your pussy till you were screaming my name just for you?”
“Oh my God, don’t say lick your pussy,” she said, and covered her face with her hands.
“What should I say? Ate you out? Either way, sweetheart, that wasn’t only for you. That was for me too,” I told her and winked. “Your mistake is an assuming people don't have ulterior motives for what they do. But of course you are wrong. Everyone has a motive.”
“Oh yeah, what's yours?” she asked, sitting up and giving me an eyeful of her gorgeous tits. “Hey, eyes up here while we’re talking!” Martina snapped her fingers in my face, but I still stared at her tits. I couldn’t help it.
“Sweetheart, you know what my motive is,” I growled and pressed my lips between her two beautiful mounds.
“Oh my God, Mitch,” she said like she was exasperated, but I heard the moan as I started sucking on her right nipple. “Can you not think about your dick for like five minutes?”
“But honey, if you just let me show it to you, you'd see why that's the case,” I said, only half teasing.
At that point, my dick was so fucking hard I wondered if I broke it with wanting this woman. Martina raised both eyebrows. She leaned back and I could see where her naked sex was pressed against my dick. There was a wet spot on my jeans and it was growing, and fuck, that was hot.
“Are you saying if I see your dick, it will be all I can think about every five minutes?” she asked in what I assumed was her lawyer voice.
Shit. That was hot. So fucking hot. My lips twitched. So did my cock.
“Yep,” I replied, slapping my hands on her ass and squeezing. “That's what I'm saying.”
“You are so fucking conceited,” she growled, winding her fingers through my hair, and kissing me again.
Fuck, I was mad for this woman. Completely out of my mind. There were so many facets to her, I was always learning something new. And I couldn’t wait to discover more.
“It's not conceit if it’s true. To put it plainly, I am packing, baby,” I growled, thrusting my tongue down her throat.
I held her face in my hands, wrapped one around her neck as I kissed her hard and long. When I finally let her up for air, her eyes were glowing, and I was completely captivated by the purple flames I saw dancing there.
“Okay, Mitchell. Let's see you back up that boast.”
“What?” I asked, still caught up in her eyes.
Martina scooched off my lap, and I growled, reaching for her again. She wagged her finger and nodded towards my lap.
“Drop your pants.”
“Martina,” I began.
Lunch break was almost over, and I knew we needed more time than we had to finish this here. My plan had been to get our asses in my truck so I could take my mate home to claim her. But that wasn’t going to happen if I took my dick out.
And yet, I wasn’t ready to stop all this yet.
“Mitchell,” she countered. “Drop. Your. Pants. Now.”