I pull up in front of my cabin and hop out of the car. My bear is a prowling beast beneath my skin. He’s pissed that we’ve been away from our mate all day. I don’t blame him. I hated being away from her too.
All the lights are off, and I wonder if Daisy is already asleep as I let myself in the front door.
“Daisy?”
The floorboards creak, and I hear Daisy’s soft footsteps as she runs to the top of the stairs.
“Knox,” she moans.
I can smell it instantly.
Her need.
Claim her! my bear roars, swiping his claws at me.
“Daisy,” I choke out.
Desire slams into me. Between my bear growling orders at me, my lust, and smelling my mate’s sticky-sweet need, I’m overwhelmed.
It’s hard to think straight, to know what to do first. Before I can figure it out, Daisy flies down the stairs and launches herself at me. She wraps her arms around my neck and her legs around my waist. Then she slams her lips onto mine.
I turn, pressing her against the wall near the door, kissing her back with all the pent-up desire I’ve been holding back all damn day. My cock is rock hard in my jeans, and when Daisy grinds her hips against me, I break the kiss with a curse.
“The meeting went well,” I choke out as Daisy kisses her way down my neck.
“Hmm,” she moans.
I curse under my breath again, trying to organize my thoughts as she swirls her tongue against my skin.
“Joe is—”
“Knox,” she interrupts, looking at me with lust-filled eyes. “I need you. Tell me how it went later.”
“Yep,” I agree, my fingers diving into her hair as I tilt her face up and claim her lips with mine.
I push everything out of my head except for taking care of my mate. Daisy’s movements grow erratic as she rocks against me. She’s wearing one of my shirts and a pair of my boxers. My hands slip under the shirt, brushing against her ribcage. I use my hips to pin Daisy in place against the wall.
I skim my fingers over the swell of her breasts, then cup the soft mounds in my palms, teasing her nipples. Daisy cries out, her back arching off the wall as she pushes her tits into my hands.
“I need to get you upstairs, mate,” I groan.
“Yes. Bed. Now,” she pants.
Gripping her ass, I pivot and carry her upstairs.
“Did you eat dinner?” I ask as her tongue flicks against the shell of my ear.
“Uh-huh. I saved you some,” she whispers.
“Thanks, mate.” I kick open our bedroom door and march over to the bed.
Setting Daisy on the mattress, I move over her.
“I need you,” she pants, tugging at my clothes.
I stand, stripping my shirt over my head and dropping it at my feet. My hands go to my belt buckle, and Daisy pushes up on her elbows to watch me with dark, hungry eyes.
I nod at her clothes. “You too, Daisy.”