Page 21 of Wild Fated Mate
He loved me. He wanted me. He saw me.
And now I saw him. All of him. There was still so much more to learn, but we had a lifetime together.
I understood the risk he’d taken, knew he’d pushed past the reality of possible awful consequences, and chose happiness. Not just for himself, but for us both. For me.
“Gavin, I love you.”
His body shook against mine, and he closed his eyes for just a moment, as his lips moved in a silent prayer.
“Sunshine—”
“I trust you. With all of me.” I traced my free hand along his jaw and pressed my thumb on his bottom lip until he parted his mouth to reveal wicked fangs. I drew in a sharp breath.
His mouth was hot, hotter than his skin, and I needed it on me.
I needed to be burned and bonded, marked and mated.
They were thoughts in my head, but somehow I’d voiced them, and they hung for a moment in the afternoon sunshine, before a dark roar erupted from Gavin.
He surged to his feet, taking me with him.
I wrapped my legs around his waist, as he crushed his mouth to mine.
This was not the sweet kiss of a few moments ago. This was hunger. Fierce and raw and wild.
“Mine.” Gavin’s voice was rough, guttural, not fully human.
I loved it.
The red-hot glint in his eyes was back. “You’ve given yourself to me, and you’re mine. I’m never letting go.”
“Same.” I smiled at him, and bit down on his lower lip. “Now, show me.”
His gaze darkened at my demand, the animal he’d thought to protect me from shining through.
I shivered, my core empty and clenching, the ache in my pussy unsatisfied by the mere contact of my center pressed to his waist.
His lips were fire as they met mine, licking and teasing until I gasped. He sucked on my lower lip, and twin points of pain surged through me.
“I. Am. In. Charge.” He grunted out the words, and I wasn’t totally sure he was just talking to me.
He licked my lip, his kiss soothing the sting, but not gentling. Warmth spread from my lips through my limbs, and I wanted to stay on, to wrap tighter around him.
But he reinforced his rule with a sharp smack to my ass before kneeling on the bed. I fell back but didn’t unwind my legs. My shoulders were flat, but my breasts continued to jiggle with the motion of being dropped.
If I thought he’d looked hungry in the forest, the look on his face now was one of a ravenous beast with a bounty spread out before him.
He raised his hand, and the claws were back. He slashed downward, and my cute plaid shirt was shredded open, the tattered pink satin of my bra falling away, exposing me to his sight.
My nipples were hard and pointed, but there wasn’t a scratch on my skin.
I thought I’d been prepared for Gavin in beast mode. I hadn’t been prepared for his savage control.
He dragged a claw across my neck, down the center of my chest, down my soft belly, down to the top of my pants.
I whimpered. I needed more. But I liked this pair of jeans. Finding cute jeans that fit my ass and waist and thighs, and my short legs? That was a miracle. But they were a sacrifice I was willing to make.
I lifted my hips in offering.
