“Just because you haven’t shared your wicked side doesn’t mean it isn’t there.” Braun’s teeth found my ear but it was his tongue tracing around the shell that had me barely holding a whimper back. “I’m your mate, Wölfchen. There isn’t anything you can’t tell me.”
His mate.
“You can feel it already.” He seemed so confident about that I couldn’t help nodding. “You knew I was coming for you before I’d texted you back, didn’t you?”
Had I known it?
“I was just confident…you…you inspire confidence.”
Right?
“In my pack, yes, but you’re not just pack are you, Wölfchen?” Before I could respond, he kept scrambling my brain. “You want to take care of me and boss me around and you want me to push up against those walls that are hiding all your desperate desires.”
“Humans are…we’re logical in relationships. We don’t dream about being chased or held down. We’re practical.” At least that was what everyone told me growing up. “We grow up and we find a good partner. I’m a good partner.”
I didn’t talk about the strange people around me and I didn’t ask dates to do inappropriate things to me. I was a good partner and didn’t make people uncomfortable.
“A good partner gives their mate what they need, don’t they?” Nodding earned a pleased hum that was lower than any human could make. “That’s right. You’ve already started giving me what I need without my even having to ask. You just knew how to take care of me and how to help me put up boundaries.”
He needed me…there was no doubt about that.
“I’ve always known my mate would be needy and wicked, though.” His hands slid down my back as he went back to licking and nibbling on my neck. “I knew he’d be sexy and smart. I knew he’d love being held down and claimed.”
What…what did that word mean?
“My mate is smart and capable of anything, but he needs his Alpha to take control sometimes, doesn’t he?” I wasn’t sure how I should’ve responded but whimpering probably wasn’t it. “Yes, you’re going to be my good mate and show me how needy you are.”
He decided to give me a push in the right direction as his hands cupped my ass and squeezed, rocking me into him. “Such sexy sounds. Yes. Show me how much you need me, Wölfchen.”
No one had ever said anything like that to me before.
“I…” I was probably supposed to say something but he cut off my ability to think when he ground my cock into his thigh. “That’s…”
“Yeah, that’s what you needed.” He did the low growling sound again and his chest vibrated as it went through me like an electric shock. “Do you want bruises on this sexy ass, Wölfchen? Do you want to feel me later?”
I shouldn’t.
That wasn’t practical at all.
Shoot.
I had to stop making that sound.
“That’s my good mate.” Braun’s fingers tightened, scrambling the last few brain cells I’d been desperately clinging to. “You’re going to feel me later every time you sit down. It won’t be quite as good as being claimed but you’re going to love wearing my marks.”
Marks?
I couldn’t resist pushing back against his tight fingers and he couldn’t seem to resist rocking me against him, so I wasn’t humping him. “What…what kind of marks do you want to give me?”
He was right…a good mate should support their partner.
“Oh, there are so many ways to mark my mate.” His teeth seemed to be doing their best to give me a good example, but he left me moaning as one hand came up and weaved his fingers through my hair. The trapped feeling it sent through me was like nothing I’d ever felt and it only got more intense as he tipped my head back. “Open the front of your shirt, Wölfchen. Let me see where I’m going to mark you first.”
Wow.
Dates just didn’t do that.
Mates were different, though.
