Series: Unforgiven Country Series by Jenika Snow
Total pages in book: 14
Estimated words: 12868 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 64(@200wpm)___ 51(@250wpm)___ 43(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 12868 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 64(@200wpm)___ 51(@250wpm)___ 43(@300wpm)
If I wasn’t in love with Wyatt before, I sure as hell am now.
8
WYATT
As I thrust inside of Kendra, my heart jumps wildly in my chest. That’s when I feel it.
My heart syncs with hers.
They begin beating in perfect rhythm—two halves joined into one.
Together.
Mated.
Forever.
“Wyatt … do you … do you feel it?” Kendra whispers, her voice full of wonder.
“My mate,” I whisper into her ear, feeling the words in my soul.
I slow my thrusts, angling so that my cock slides against her inner walls, going so deep that I’m pushing against her womb.
“You feel so good,” she gasps, her body trembling. I can feel her pussy fluttering against my shaft, and know she’s going to come soon. Pride roars through me at the knowledge that I’ve given her pleasure.
That I will be the only male to give her pleasure.
Me. Only ever me.
I bring my hand around her body, memorizing the feel of her flesh between my fingers. I cup her pussy. The warm, wet heat is like coming home. I move so my fingers fall against my shaft as it tunnels in and out of her.
“Who owns this body, Kendi?” I ask against her ear, letting my breath tease her sensitive skin.
Her body jerks as her sweet juices gush around my cock and run down against my fingers.
So fucking hot.
“Who do you belong to?” I growl, letting my canines scrape gently against her earlobe.
“You. I belong to you, Wyatt!” she cries against me. She has her head tilted, instinctively giving me dominance. She might not be a wolf, but she was made to be my mate.
I move my fingers to her clit. The swollen nub is pulsating—throbbing and hungry. I massage it, teasing it and trapping it between my fingers. Kendra’s body jerks as my canines drag against the vulnerable spot on her neck.
I can hear the blood rushing through her veins, scent her hunger, her need. I’m more wolf than man right now—at least when it comes to instincts and thought. I’m keeping a rigid chain on my wolf.
It’s not easy, but Kendi is my mate and I have to be careful where she’s concerned.
I must protect her at all costs.
“I’m going to come, Wyatt,” she whimpers.
I can feel electricity moving through me quickly. I’m not far behind her. My balls swell with the need to empty inside of her—to paint her womb with my seed.
“You’re mine, Kendi and I am … yours,” I vow, unable to hold on any longer. I withdraw from her tight cunt until just the tip remains inside. Then I press my fingers against her clit at the exact moment I thrust back in, burying myself to the hilt and pulling on the little bud as I fuck her.
I do it again and again. Repeating it, violently riding my woman until she shatters with pleasure.
“Wyatt,” she cries out as her orgasm overtakes her, her entire body spasming with satisfaction. Her release triggers my own. I can feel my cock throbbing, my cum needing to be set free, but before I can give it to her, I have to complete the mating.
I bite into her neck, trying to keep the animal inside of me contained, satisfied. I’m almost successful, but at the last minute the wolf in me takes over.
He takes over because of what I taste in Kendi’s blood…
No.
It can’t be. It’s not possible. How could she be?
The question echoes inside of me, but there’s no other explanation. And as the coppery tang of Kendi’s blood slides inside my throat, I sense something inside of her that I thought impossible. It should be impossible at least.
A wolf.
A shifter.
Coming from inside of her.
Kendi is a shifter.
I don’t know how it’s possible, or maybe the mating has me hallucinating. I close my eyes and give myself over to her regardless, licking her mating wound closed as I release jet after jet of my cum inside of her.
“God, Wyatt, do you feel it, sense it?” She gasps out those words.
“I feel it mate. Fuck, I feel it.” I roar. “Say it, Kendra. Fucking say it.”
She cries out as her pleasure continues. “I’m yours now, Wyatt,” Kendi whispers and I hear her wolf whine as mine howls.
“And I’m yours, mate,” I tell her when my orgasm finally ends. “And I’m yours.”
I don’t know what just happened. I’m still wondering if I’m dreaming.
My beautiful human mate isn’t just human after all.
She carries a wolf inside of her.
9
WYATT
I feel the change take over me, moving through my body, a living entity full of power and strength. My body stretches, my bones snapping and extending. My skin melts away, fur and new flesh replacing it.
I drop onto all fours, my hands turning into paws, my nails into claws. I dig them into the dirt, feeling my nose elongate, my mouth and snout now that of a wolf.