Love at First Mate - Dani Wyatt Page 0,21

with her. I want to feel our bodies mesh and belong to each other in a way that will never be undone.

“God, oh my God.” She presses her head back into the pillow on a hiss and I Know this hurts but her hands pull her knees upward, and I get another inch of depth, my body smacking against her clit with every drive forward.

The soft flesh of her body moves in the most erotic way with each thrust, her cheeks are ripe red, and she squeezes her eyes shut, her pussy clenching even tighter as her walls start to pulse.

Inside me, my bear is in a rage, but all I can think of is getting my seed into her womb.

She goes off, her orgasm ripping through her as I let myself go. Pulse after pulse of my cum sprays her walls as they clench and release like some perfect-pink cum-milking machine.

I don’t just release my hot load inside her, I release my soul. Or that’s how it feels.

She’s so beautiful, writhing under me as instinct takes over. I take her hair in both hands, pulling her head to one side, my teeth aching as my canines descend and on a roar from my grizzly, I deliver the final blow.

My teeth slice into soft flesh, I feel the thump, thump of her pulse against my canines. Her screams echo in my ears, making my temples throb and my gut clench.

But I know.

It’s done.

I’ve found my mate.

And she belongs to me.

Chapter 8

Wynter

It’s the next day as Ragnar, his gran and I sip our coffees as the morning sun streams through the front windows of my soon-to-be photography studio. We arrived about an hour ago, going over my plans for sets, how to build out the front and back areas, what I need to get up and running, and Ragnar couldn’t be more supportive.

He’s got all sorts of plans on how to do the interior, as well as how to make the back space functional for my office and storage. It almost feels like a dream. A month ago, I felt like I was running for my life, but now I feel like I’ve run right into it.

Only it’s better than I ever imagined it could be.

“I think you should expand into boudoir photography.” Ragnar’s gran pushes her palms upward on her hair, giving me a sly smile before leaning closer to my ear and whispering, “Or, erotic art photos. For couples too…”

She winks and does this little wave toward Howard, her boyfriend, who is standing on the other side of the empty shop space talking to Ragnar about point of sale and security systems.

Howard apparently owns the only jewelry shop in town. He’s also a wolf shifter, and is about as protective over Myra as Ragnar is about me, even if I’ve heard she has more than her fair share of admirers for him to fight off.

“Maybe,” I answer, watching Ragnar with one eye on me as he half listens to Howard. He’s always watching me. Always aware. “Not sure how much of that sort of business there would be in a town like this.”

“Oh, you have no idea.” Myra giggles, her eyes twinkling like she’s a teenager, and I wonder if she’s a shifter as well. Ragnar hasn’t told me she is, but in this town, it’s more likely you are than you are not. And I’m guessing that sort of thing runs in families, so who knows? “Shifters are known for their lack of inhibitions.” She bobs a perfectly pencil-enhanced eyebrow. “They’re also insatiable.” She pokes me twice with her elbow on a wink. “So, be prepared.”

My cheeks flush listening to Myra’s when the front door opens and I see Josephine and another man I don’t recognize coming through the door.

“Hi!” Josephine skip jogs to Myra and gives her a big hug.

“Hello to you, too,” Myra answers as I glance toward Ragnar, and my belly flips and flutters.

There’s a low throb between my legs, reminding me that in the last twenty-four hours, we’ve both gone from virgins to sex-addicts. It took all our willpower to leave the cabin yesterday morning and head back to Myra’s for breakfast and the photo session for her two dachshunds.

After that, Ragnar made no attempt to hide that from the time we left for our walk to when we returned for breakfast, things between us had taken quite a turn. He never left my side. He had his hands on me, his lips on