6. Wyatt

6

WYATT

Her admission soothes the savage in me like nothing else can. Her words even manage to calm my wolf. I still have to claim her though. I'm not letting her get away from me. I can't. It's gone on too long now. I pick her up in my arms, intent on finding my truck and getting her back to my place. Because before this night is over, Kendi will belong to me completely.

"What are you doing?" she gasps, still holding on to me so tightly that I can feel her nails biting into me. I fucking love it. I wonder if she'll use those nails on me while I'm fucking her hard, while I'm deep inside of her. I find myself hoping like hell she will.

"I'm taking you home. I can't wait any longer, Kendi. I'm claiming you tonight."

"But what about your pack?—"

"To hell with my pack. You're mine and I'm claiming you."

"It'll cause issues between?—"

"You know how this works, Kendi. I've never made a secret about my life as a shifter. You're my mate. Do you honestly think I could let you go now?"

"You did before," she says matter-of-factly.

"Because I felt I had to. You might be my mate, but you're human, Kendi. There could be someone else out there you could love—someone you could be happier with. I gave you freedom to do that."

"I've never wanted anyone but you, Wyatt. The thought of another man trying to touch me makes me physically ill. I've always belonged to you … always."

Her words please me and my wolf. "You have two choices right now, Kendi. Just two."

"Choices?"

"You can accept all of this and pray I make it back to my place in time to claim your virginity in a bed like you deserve?—"

"Or?" she prompts almost breathlessly and my wolf growls. The sound doesn't escape but I hear it in my mind and from the tremble that runs through Kendra, I know she hears it too.

"Or I take you around the back of the building and fuck you raw, right here and now. There will be nothing tender about the way I do it," I warn her, hoping to get across just how much she needs to listen, to let me get her out of here.

"I don't want you to wait," she says softly, stopping me in my tracks.

"Kendi, you don't know what you're inviting," I warn her, holding my body tight against the need to howl out in frustration … but also in pleasure because she wants to give herself over to me.

"I do. I don't want soft and gentle, Wyatt. If I'm truly your mate, then claim me like you would a mate. I don't want you to think I'm weak and not worthy of your wolf," she responds, her fingers curling in my hair as her gaze centers on me.

"You are not weak," I growl.

"I know," she says.

"I'm the one who is not worthy of you, Kendi. It's not the other way around."

"Wyatt, please…"

"I'm an animal at my core, Kendra," I snarl, letting my wolf bleed through and using her full name so she gets the importance of what I'm saying. "That's what you'll be letting between your legs. That's what you'll be claiming and tying yourself to for life. I don't have the same set of rules that your people follow. I have my own and they're harsh and ruthless. I'm not some nice guy who will always be able to pamper you and treat you like a queen. I'm dirty, react on gut instinct and I don't give a damn about what society expects, Kendra. I never will. You need to know that."

"Then why are you worrying about it now?"

"What?" I ask, confused.

"Stop worrying about what you should do, or how you should handle me, Wyatt. I love you. I've loved you since the beginning. You've never tried to hide your wolf from me before. Don't start now. Treat me like you would if I was a shifter like you."

She doesn't know what she's asking, what she's inviting me to do. I can't claim her like I would a she-wolf. Because even if she is strong in her own right, compared to a female wolf, she's fragile, vulnerable. I don't want to hurt her inadvertently.

Even now, there's a part of me that mourns that our wolves won't run together. I can't let her know that. I don't want to hurt her and instinctively I know it would. Still, if she wants me to claim her now, then fuck it all, that's what I'm going to do.

I've been without her too long and I don't want to take the chance on waiting—even if just for another hour.

I immediately change my direction, heading back toward the bar. I walk around behind the building and help Kendra to the ground.

Truth is, she deserves a hell of a lot more than I am giving her, than I ever will. Fuck, I'm about to claim my mate against a brick wall of a bar. But I can't control myself, and the scent of her need and arousal spurs me on and tells me she's right here with me.

"Wyatt?"

"You wanted this, Kendi, now you'll take it," I growl, my wolf bleeding over into my words. "Turn around," I order.

Her gaze moves over me, and she swallows nervously. I zero in on the movement of her tender throat, the beast in me howling, finding the delicate features irresistible, demanding I conquer her. Kendra nods once and then turns around, giving me her back.

"Now what?" she asks, her voice surprisingly strong.

"Lose the skirt," I growl, already undoing my jeans. "You want to be fucked by the animal who will own you, that's what you're going to get."

I'm being an asshole, giving her time to back out. I don't know why I feel this need to try and protect her from me, but I do. Kendra surprises me, though. She doesn't call a halt to any of this. I can't even sense fear in her.

She pushes her skirt down and everything in me rises violently, my need like a living entity.

"Then give it to me, Wyatt. Give me you," she orders, and there's not a doubt in my mind that she is demanding it. My wolf growls in victory, and my eyes shift to animal as my wolf rises up. Suddenly she becomes crystal clear in the pale moonlight.

Hell, even my nails have elongated to the point that they could claw her tender skin.

How in the fuck am I going to claim her and not hurt her?

I pray that fate hasn't damned the both of us. Still, the wolf is too close to claiming what he wants and without thought I rip the shirt and bra from her body.

"Don't want anything in my way."

My words are raw, barely human, and I can't be sure they even make sense. All I know is that when I claim her, I'm going to bite into her neck as I unload my cum deep inside of her. She'll have my scent inside of her and my mark outside of her.

Fuck, eventually I'm going to come all over her body, rubbing it into her skin so she smells of me—so everyone will know she belongs to me.

Kendra shivers, but still I don't sense fear. All I can smell is her desire.

"Do it, Wyatt. That's what I want too. I want everyone to know I belong to you. I want everyone to know … that you belong to me, too."

She read my thoughts. Not that I care. I couldn't try to block them from her right now, even if I wanted to.

Finally, after all this time, Kendra is going to be mine.

I drag my hand along her back, following the delicate outline of her spine, then slowly slide my hand over the tempting flesh of her ass.

She's perfect.

I lean in to kiss the trembling pulse on her neck. There's so much I want to say, but I can't form the words. The only word I can manage is, "Mine," and it comes out deep and guttural.

"Yes," she responds, her ass pushing back against me.

I unzip my jeans, pull my dick out through the fly, and take the length in my hand, stroking it once, cum already coating the head.

I slide it between her legs, letting it push against the lips of her pussy. They give way, opening for me, and I groan at the wetness I find.

"You're soaking wet for me, Kendra," I growl. "My little mate needs me to fuck her," I say gruffly into her ear.

"Yes. God, Wyatt, fuck me now," she demands.

Her order shreds what is left of my self-control. I can't hold back any longer. I hope she's ready for what comes next.

I hope we both are.