Total pages in book: 65
Estimated words: 61602 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 308(@200wpm)___ 246(@250wpm)___ 205(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 61602 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 308(@200wpm)___ 246(@250wpm)___ 205(@300wpm)
My inner walls clenched and squeezed, tried to pull him deeper. Tried to get him to come and feel as I did. Lost. Wild. Desperate.
He dropped onto his forearms, kissed me through my orgasm, then my neck as he continued to take me.
“I love you, Natalie Sheffield,” he said as I rode out my pleasure. “You’re mine. I claim you.” With the deepest growl I’d ever heard from him, he thrust deep and came, his body tensing, his mouth claiming. He bit my neck, his teeth sinking into my skin.
I cried out again, at first from the sharp hit of pain but then from another orgasm, this one even more intense than the last. Than any I’d ever had before. I felt him swell and spurt inside me, his cum marking me as much as his teeth.
He pulled back, then licked my neck as he panted above me. I could feel his dick continuing to pulse. The hot slide of his cum seeped out and down between us. I’d never had sex without a condom before.
Never wanted it. Now, even though we hadn’t made a child, I knew this was a bond that was forever. I’d almost lost him the night before, but this soothed something in me—that he was alive. Whole. Mine.
Just as I was his.
He pulled out and tucked me into his arms where I was lulled toward sleep. Safe. Happy.
Mated.
My last thought before I slept was if Uncle Adam would have been pleased I’d found a mate. If he’d put us together all alone. That he’d wanted me to be the human who’d protect the shifters, just as he had for all those years. He hadn’t found love, but he’d obviously wanted it for me.
I’d cherish it always. Him, his guidance and this land, where I found Rand.
29
RAND
That afternoon I drove up to the pack lodge. I’d left Natalie at the cabin, mainly because I didn’t want her to witness the ugliness that might go down in dealing with Nathan Brown.
Rob called an emergency meeting of the pack elders. I wasn’t one, but his actions affected my mate. He’d burned her fucking house down.
Levi was to bring Nathan Brown from the jail in town to answer for his crimes. Trying him through the human legal system wouldn’t work well.
Human law didn’t fit shifters. While he might have kept him there overnight, no one could keep a shifter in a cell or hold them captive for long. They’d easily overpower guards or other inmates in a prison. Shifters almost always escaped law enforcement and went into hiding when they’d committed a crime.
It was why we had a shifter council. My brother Clint used to be a council enforcer, carrying out their form of justice, which often was death. He’d retired when he mated Becky, but if anyone had seen what happened when a shifter committed a crime, it was he.
I didn’t know whether Rob would take Nathan to the shifter council or deal with him here in the pack. There weren’t strict laws governing these things. Most packs dealt with their own, and the council only got involved if they couldn’t or wouldn’t.
Levi’s sheriff car was already parked out front, and Nathan Brown sat in the back seat behind the cage. Again, it wasn’t the handcuffs or cage that held him, but Levi’s presence. He leaned against the car, guarding his prisoner.
I had to shove down the rage that flared in my gut toward the fucker. He’d nearly killed my mate. I wanted to tear his fucking head off and pitch it like a bowling ball off the side of the mountain.
But Rob was in charge, and we were dealing with this thing formally. Pack law would take care of Nathan.
Rob and Willow stood at the doorway, and Rob lifted his hand when I climbed out of my truck. I walked over and shook his. He pulled me in for a man-hug, thumping my back. “You look a helluva lot better than you did last night.”
“Much better,” Willow agreed.
I let out a shaky laugh. Yesterday had been harrowing for me, but it wasn’t because of my own burns. It was thinking Natalie had been in the burning house.
“You gave us all a little scare,” Rob said.
I shook my head. “You weren’t worried about me, were you?”
“Well, not entirely, but I was the one holding your screaming mate back from running in to find you, so some of her fears got under my skin, I have to admit. And then when the place collapsed, and you still didn’t come out…” He shook his head.
I blinked, my eyes burning a bit, my love for both my mate and my packmates overwhelming me. This time I pulled Rob in for a man-hug-shoulder-thump. Willow embraced me when we were done.
“She yours now?” Willow asked. I’d showered since claiming her this morning, and my scent was embedded in her instead of the other way around, but it had been pretty fucking clear how things stood between us. Everyone who’d been at the fire knew.