Everything I am is instinct. That’s the only reason I knew what to do.
Or it did. Now that my damn shifter hormones are all spent out and my wolf is satiated, it’s starting to occur to me exactly how awkward knotting is.
Fortunately she—Savannah, God, I barely even learned her name—doesn’t seem to mind. She relaxes into my mattress, and I lift my arms around her legs so she can put her feet down instead of having them stuck behind my head. That couldn’t have been comfortable.
But damn, it sure the hell was hot.
“So, how old are you?” I blurt, regretting it instantly. You know, seeing as it’s generally considered impolite to ask a woman’s age and all.
But we are…shit, we’re basicallymarried.
My bite is still red on her neck, the indentations of my canines pooled with blood. A feral thrill pulses through me at the sight.
Mine.
“Thirty-three,” she says like it’s no big deal.
I blink. “Really?”
“Yes,” she laughs. “Why? Do I look so much older?”
“No. Actually, I guess I didn’t give it any thought, if I’m honest. I was too consumed in making sure you didn’t die, and then, apparently, claiming you as my mate. And also filling you with hot cum. That, too.”
She laughs again, a warm sound that echoes through me. I know it’s just the mate bond, but I feel at ease around her already.
I think this is what it’s like to fall in love.
She stretches her hands over her head, a look of pure bliss on her face as she asks,“What about you,mate?”
I growl in spite of myself, and she smiles a satisfied sort of smile, like she was hoping using that word would affect me exactly how it did.
I thought I was the one in control, but she’s got me wrapped around her finger. And I don’t even mind.
“Thirty,” I respond. “But didn’t you know that already, cradle-robber? And, for that matter, did you really not know my name?”
“Hey, I’m hardly a cradle-robber. We’re practically the same age. And no. I could barely find anything out about you. Heck, I wasn’t even totally sure a shifter actually lived out here. I’m just lucky you not only exist, but…” her gaze rakes down my bare chest. “You’re totally hot. And ripped.”
“You risked your life, and you weren’t even sure? What if you found me totally repulsive and awful?”
She shrugs. “Wasn’t even sure you really existed, to be honest.”
“Damn. Well, I’m glad I exist, then.”
She laughs again, and I wrap my arms around her back to lift her against my chest. Her body feels so warm and soft against mine, the heat of her soaked pussy a vice around my throbbing knot. Every little movement, every sound she makes sets fire to my soul.
That must be the mate bond at work.
“I feel like I should offer you something to eat. Maybe make some tea. But I was just heading back from the store when I got wind of your scent. I left my backpack full of food and supplies out there in the woods and I need to go get it.”
“I don’t think now is the best time,” she says with a smile, glancing down at our joining.
“You don’t want me to parade you naked through the woods riding on my cock with my knot buried in your hot little pussy?”
“Maybe that’s more like second date material.”
I laugh, kissing her. When I pull back, I let my gaze sink into hers. “You know, I don’t feel like we just met.”
A gentle blush warms across her face. “I don’t feel like we just met, either.”
