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  Garrett has pushed down his shorts and he’s stroking his cock. It’s huge, long and thick, and so hard it’s practically standing upright. It’s also incredibly erotic, and I can’t wait to be penetrated by that monster.

  “I hope some of that is for me.” I stare at his cock, gleaming wet at the tip.

  He laughs darkly. “Don’t worry, darling. I needed to make sure you were wet enough to take all of me or the knot may hurt.”

  Knot? Did he just say knot? What the holy heck?

  I open my mouth to ask, but Garrett grabs my hip and positions his cock at my slit, and instead I moan at the sensation of the head pulsing, pressing against my entrance. Then in one savage move, he thrusts, pulling me back until he’s bottomed out, groin flush against my backside. And I scream.

  Him

  Fucking Bellamy is better than anything I’ve experienced. It’s hard, so hard, not to come immediately. I rake my hand down her back that’s slick with sweat. How beautiful would she look with my come painted all over her ass or pooling at the base of her spine?

  She buries her head into the mattress. “Oh, this feels so good.”

  “Goddamn right it does.” She’s my mate. I’d been told that sex with mates is like nothing else, but I don’t know that I truly believed it—until now. I could live in this position, with her hot cunt enveloping my cock, her round ass pressing against my groin, her glorious hair spreading over my pillow.

  I bite the inside of my cheek so I don’t come too soon. I need my mate to be with me. Slowly, I withdraw, savoring the feel of her slick channel gripping every inch.

  “You’re so gorgeous. I can’t believe you’re my mate.” I grab her hips and ease back in. I’m trying to be gentle this first time despite the wolf nipping at the nape of my neck.

  She releases a gasp. “You’re so big.”

  My cock swells to gigantic proportions and my head grows dizzy with her praise. I lean down to place kisses along her spine as I move slowly inside of her.

  I feel a slight type on my hand, and I pause mid-stroke. “Yeah, baby?”

  “What knot?” She asks. “Will it hurt?”

  “No. Not that I know of?”

  Beneath me, she stills. “Not that you know of?”

  I sit back on my heels, my cock head snug inside her warmth and draw her up against me. I rub a hand over one perfect breast and then the other, caressing and massaging her tits until she sags against me. “I’ve never had a mate before. Never wanted one,” I tell her. “But when two mates bond, the cock hooks into his mate, connecting them physically just as our hearts meld into one.” I tap her left breast. “It means you can’t leave me.”

  “What about you? Can you leave me?”

  I reach around and pat her pussy. “Never. If I could, I’d stay inside your body forever.”

  My cock throbs excitedly at the idea.

  Her face flushes red. “Wouldn’t that be inconvenient?”

  “Who cares about inconvenience.” I thumb her clit and I begin to move again. Her eyes flutter shut as she enjoys the dual sensations. “From this moment on, my entire goal is to ensure that you’re happy and satisfied—in every aspect of your life.”

  “What about you? I want you to be happy and satisfied, too.”

  My cock isn’t the only thing that’s growing larger. My heart is expanding, too. “Baby, your happiness is my happiness.”

  Her eyelids flip open. “Then make us happy, Garrett.”

  “Call me Alpha,” I demand, sliding in until I’m fully seated.

  “Alpha,” she pants. “Fuck me, Alpha.”

  The words are as heady as an actual touch. My mate is calling me Alpha. She’s begging me to take her. I slam into her and revel in her scream of pleasure.

  She’s so beautiful. Being inside of her is fantasy made reality. She’s everything I could want—as a man, as a wolf. It’s not just how her hot, wet cunt clutches me or how the taste of her still lingers on my tongue. It’s the vivid green of her eyes. How her own tongue sneaks out to wet her red, swollen lips. It’s in her gorgeous, warm smile, but most of all it’s her bravery.

  That she welcomes me into her arms despite the unknowns takes remarkable courage. She’s a perfect mate for an Alpha. She’s all that I could have ever dreamed of having. I don’t know why I fought having a mate in the first place.

  I pull out and drive back in, again and again until her arms can no longer hold her upright. That’s what my strength and stamina is for. My orgasm is coiled at the base of my spine, and I can feel her body nearing completion. I have to look at my mate when I come for the first time. I flip her over, spreading her thighs and spearing her with one long stroke. Her back arches against the bed as her body strains for more contact.

  “Alpha,” she cries.

  “That’s right. Take me. Take all of me.” I hold up her hips with one arm and dig my knee into the mattress for leverage. Then I proceed to fuck her as she commands—deep, hard, long strokes that touch every nerve in her sensitive cunt.

  With my free hand, I tease her clit, pinching and stroking until she thrashes her head from side to side, needing and wanting that desperate release.

  “Now,” she pleads. “Now. I can’t stand it.”

  “I’ve got you, baby. I’ve got you.” My hips slam into her, until she throws her head back and her release drenches my cock. My control snaps. The barb shoots out and hooks into her body. She screams her pleasure again. I take her harder than I should take a human, but I can’t hold back. Not from her. Never from her.

  Chapter Seven

  Her

  “I’m tired,” I mumble as Garrett lifts me off the bed. “Let me sleep.”

  “After I clean you up,” he says.

  He carries me into the bathroom and gently slides me into a sunken tub. Warm water splashes into the basin and across my skin.

  I lay my head back against a pillowed rest and let the water soothe my battered body. Pain has never felt so good. Through slitted eyes, I watch as he climbs into the other end of the massive tub. He pours some oils into the water and then mixes it with his hand.

  He pulls my legs over his, stretching out his own long limbs until his feet are planted on either side of my butt. A finger presses lightly against my hip bone. “You’re going to have bruises here,” he comments in a self-satisfied tone.

  “Like that, do you?” I ask, not bothering to open my eyes. Ever since he came inside of me, I have this strange understanding of his emotional state. It’s as if we have a mental connection now and there are no barriers.

  Right now he’s filled with happy contentment. “You wear my marks.” He moves his finger upward, bumping along my ribs.

  Goosebumps chase up and down my skin even as the water rapidly covers my bare form.

  “I think you have a few war wounds of your own,” I murmur, remembering how my fingers dug into his shoulders and scraped down his back. Like him, I feel no remorse. He bared his teeth in delight every time I scratched him. He all but dared me to go harder.

  I can sense him twisting around to look at the gouges.

  “I know. My mate’s as fierce as she is lovely.”

  “You’re going to need to explain this mate thing to me,” I tell him. When he hesitates too long, I give him a nudge with my toe. “If I can handle the knot, I can handle anything,” I reassure him.

  “The knot made you feel good,” he responds, lifting my offending toe to his mouth. He presses a kiss against the instep and then the ankle, leaving a trail of fire that the bathtub water does nothing to douse. The knot did feel good. My pussy clenches at the memory of him hooked into me, unable to pull out until he came with a roar and a flood.

  His orgasm triggered another one of mine, and the mere memory of it makes me want to impale myself on him, but there are things we need to work out before we have sex again. Things like how I came to be here and what other things exist in his world that don’t exist in mine. “But there’s more to it, isn’t there?”
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br />   “Yes,” he admits. “You’re right. Do you believe in myths and legends, Bellamy?”

  “I don’t know.” A pang of guilt strikes, and I push upright. This isn’t a conversation to have while I’m being lulled to sleep by scented oils and the sounds of lapping water. “When I was a child, I believed in fairies. I found one in my backyard. She was tiny. No bigger than my finger.” He goes entirely still at my admission and my stomach clenches that he may think I’m a loon now. I anxiously search his face for any kind of mockery.

  “Did you speak to her?” His voice is even and his gaze steady. He believes me!

  I suck in my bottom lip before answering, “Yes.” Again, there’s nothing but acceptance in his eyes. Encouraged, I go on. “She’d lost her crown, she told me. I spent all day looking for it with her. We couldn’t find it, and that night she cried, telling me that if she didn’t return to her home before dawn, she would be stuck here forever. I ran inside and found my mom’s phone and used it as a flashlight.”

  “Did you find the crown?” he asks. His hand rubs along my leg in a soothing motion.

  I nod. “Yes. Dawn was breaking through. I could see the sky lightening. The fairy was becoming more solid as each hour passed. Part of me wanted to keep her. She was so tiny and amazing. I wanted her to come live with me. But as the night started to fade, her tears became more real and her pain—” I lay a hand across my heart. “My heart started hurting for her. We found the crown and she slipped it on, right before dawn broke, and disappeared.”

  “Did she grant you a boon?” A strange tension grips him—I can feel him nearly vibrating with anticipation as he asks me.

  “Yes. A wish for anything.”

  “And you haven’t used it, have you?”

  I tilt my head. “How did you know?” Even at my lowest, I hadn’t considered using my wish, which was damned stupid of me now that I think about it. But something inside me had insisted that it wasn’t time yet.

  He sweeps a hand over my forehead, brushing damp strands away from my face. His eyes are practically aglow with joy. “Because you’re my mate. You saved it for this. You see, like your fairy, my people come from a myth. The origin story has been told and retold so many times, I’m not sure what is the true version. Many thousands of years ago, an ancestor of mine was out hunting for a stag. His wife was very sick and had been told by a medicine man that stag meat would make her better. He hunted for three days and three nights but found no stag. On his journey home, he found a magic pelt. He placed this pelt around his waist and became a wolf. He raced back to his wife to tell her of his discovery, but the medicine man stopped him.”

  “Oh no. This medicine man sounds like a bad man.”

  A smile flits across Garrett’s face. “Do you know the end of this story, then?”

  I pinch the top of his foot. “Stop playing.”

  He grins, a breathtaking smile that makes me glad that I’m already sitting down. “Playing is part of being a wolf.”

  “Not yet,” I say.

  Sobering, he gives a brief nod of acknowledgment. “The medicine man stops him and demands the pelt. The hunter refuses. The medicine man tries to bargain. The pelt is big enough for both of them. If the hunter shares the pelt with the medicine man they can both be wealthy and immortal. If the hunter denies the medicine man, then the hunter and his wife will die.”

  “I told you!” I exclaim. “But the man doesn’t give him the pelt, right? Or you wouldn’t be a man of myth and legend.”

  “Very wise.” He lifts my foot again and presses a kiss on my ankle. I shiver at the contact. “No, he fights the medicine man, declaring that his wife is his mate and that he’d rather die than live without her. The medicine man is very powerful. He is able to defeat the hunter.”

  “What?” I give an angry slap against the water. “This isn’t how the story should go.”

  “What ending would you like?”

  “One where they’re together, of course.” I give him a disgusted look.

  He reaches across the water and grabs my shoulders, pulling me onto his lap. His thick shaft pokes me in the leg. “You haven’t heard the end yet.” He nibbles my ear.

  “It better be good,” I mutter, wriggling slightly to get into a more comfortable position.

  He groans and reaches between us to reposition his cock at the cleft of my butt. “The hunter is dragged inside and thrown onto his mate’s body. The hunter has only one breath left. He seals his mouth across that of his mate and releases his last breath into her form. The medicine man leaves the cottage and orders his men to burn the place to the ground. Before he can do that, there’s a mighty roar from inside. A wolf appears at the door. Behind him is another. The two tear into the henchmen and then advance on the medicine man, who throws the pelt onto the two in his haste to get away, and seemingly curses them, saying that if they are so insistent on being together in death, they shall forever be tied together in life.”

  “Seemingly curses them?” I ask.

  “To some, being bound to one mate forever is a curse.” He tips my chin up so that my eyes have nowhere to look but into his. “I thought it was a curse before, but that is because I had not found my mate.”

  “And now that you have?” I ask breathlessly.

  “To have a mate such as you is no curse. It is a blessing.”

  Chapter Eight

  Him

  A look of wonder and joy comes over Bellamy’s face at my words—words I never believed I would speak to anyone, much less a human. But she is much more than an ordinary human—she is my mate.

  She grabs my face and kisses me fiercely, and I groan as I taste her sweetness, the hunger rising desperately again. A hunger that I know now will never be sated. But before I can lift her and impale her on my cock, she breaks off the kiss and pushes me away gently when I try to find her lips again.

  “Wait, we need to finish talking first,” Bellamy says, and I scowl. I thought we had finished talking—what else was there to talk about? We should fuck now.

  “You were telling me about the curse?” she prompted.

  But didn’t I just tell her all she needed to know? Bellamy giggles when my expression changes from disgruntled to befuddled. “So what happened after the medicine man cursed your ancestors?”

  Ah. I swallow a sigh and reposition her so that her tempting ass isn’t resting directly on my throbbing cock. “The medicine man disappeared, never to be seen again, and my ancestors were no longer humans. They became one with the wolf, and ever since then my people have been more wolf than man.”

  “Wait!” Bellamy looks at me in shock. “Do you mean you can actually turn into a wolf, too?”

  I laugh, charmed by her innocence. “Did you think the knot was the only thing I have that is more wolf?”

  Reacting purely on instinct, I shift right there in the bathtub. Bellamy shrieks and starts flailing when she finds herself in a tub with a huge black and silver wolf with golden eyes grinning at her, but the wolf doesn’t care. He is so happy to be with his mate that he ignores her shrieking and simply nuzzles her, licking her along her jaw. She freezes at his touch but then brings up a cautious hand to stroke the wolf’s head. He gives a happy yip and rubs his nose against her neck.

  Mine, the wolf whispers. My mate.

  Ours, I correct, but I am content to let the wolf have this time with her as it is critical that she accepts the wolf equally as much as the man.

  Slowly she relaxes and continues to pet the wolf, her hand threading through the thick fur. The wolf rumbles with pleasure and licks her neck, his muzzle slowly descending to her collarbone before he swipes his tongue across the top of her breast.

  Bellamy gives a strangled gasp and shoves the wolf away. “Down, boy!”

  Both the man and the wolf whine with disappointment, but we know it’s too soon. The wolf grumbles his acceptance and doesn’t fight when I shift back, although Bellamy doesn’t seem as pleased as I expect to find me instead of the wolf holding he
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  “Oh my God! Can you give me some kind of warning before you do that again? I swear that I nearly had a heart attack twice now in this tub!”

  I blink. “I thought it was important that I introduce you to my wolf, since he and I are a two-for-one.”

  “Oh, I agree, I just wish you’d picked a place other than a bathtub to do it since I nearly drowned!”

  I run my hand through my hair and admit that she has a point. “I’ll warn you next time, but I will do it again, soon, since my wolf needs his freedom to run.” I look at her in the eyes—the wolf will know if she lies. “Can you accept my wolf?” Both my wolf and I are anxious awaiting her response—it will kill us both if she can’t accept the beast.

  Her face softens, and she smiles, and it’s like the sun breaking past the clouds on a rainy day. “Although I wish you had figured out another way to tell me, yes, I can accept the wolf. Not only is he a part of you, he’s beautiful in his own right.” A pause and then an adorable blush stains her cheeks. “Although I’m not sure about inviting him into the bedroom, if you know what I mean.”

  I stifle a grin. We’ll have to work on that. But I can’t hide the joy I feel at knowing my mate has accepted all that I am and is willing to leave her life behind to be with me for always. “You’ll need to make your fairy wish and become one of us—the fairies have the power to transform you. And we’ll need to have the mating ceremony soon—I wish we could skip it, but as the Alpha it’s important for my pack to witness the ritual and welcome you to the pack as my mate. And of course Cairns will gloat that he found you for me.” Damn the bastard, he’ll be unbearably smug about it. I’ll just have to beat him up again. My wolf perks up at the prospect.

  She stares at me, her eyes widening. A trickle of fear runs down my spine as she starts to shake her head. “Wait, slow down. Are you saying that fairy wish can transform me into a w-wolf, like you? You want me to give up being human? And you’re asking me to marry you? We just met today! And what exactly is an Alpha? Everyone keeps talking as if I already know what’s going on! WILL YOU PLEASE JUST TELL ME?”