Page 121 of Fated Obsessions

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 justknowhow 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 fingerover 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.Iwas 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.