Love at First Mate - Dani Wyatt Page 0,5

himself, but I only puff up my chest and lean into him on a snarl.

“You shouldn’t be touching her,” I manage, doing everything in my power to keep my grizzly from killing him.

“Really, I’m fine,” she says from behind me, but I can smell her fear and that’s unacceptable. She should never be afraid, not as long as I draw breath.

“So…” Robert gives me a look as if to say don’t blow this deal for me and I swallow hard, my head pounding and my dick a fucking steel rod behind my zipper, but I take one step sideways, keeping my body between them.

The thought occurs to me that I may be ruining something for her as well.

I turn to her, those blue eyes scoring into mine, and I’m dizzy with her scent.

“Sorry, I just…” I don’t know what I’m saying I just know I’m not leaving her alone in this room with him.

“It’s okay.” Robert’s chuckling, trying to save his own ass and this deal. “This is Ragnar, he’s a bit of a hothead sometimes.”

I move to the side, keeping a close eye on him, and try to remember to breathe.

Being this close to her, I can’t remember any woman either in the flesh, on paper or in the movies that could hold a candle to her.

She’s perfection in feminine form. I knew I was in trouble the first time I saw her, but now?

There’s no more denying she’s my one and true mate, but as much as that thought has me feeling a new purpose in my life, it also scares the shit out of me.

I listen as Robert finishes his shtick about the retail space, and every muscle in my body is rock hard. My grizzly is snorting and drooling, and I feel my fingers twitch, which is the first sign of his claws coming out and the shift beginning.

I do my best to talk him down as they move to the back room, stopping short of actually talking to myself as I follow behind them. Robert turns to me as he explains the wet floor by the bathroom, and I do my best to nod but I want him fucking gone.

He’s too close to her. Breathing near her is a fucking crime, because I already know she belongs to me and that includes her every breath.

I can’t keep my eyes off her ass as she walks to look in the bathroom and I love and hate those too-tight black yoga pants she’s wearing.

Nothing feels the same, like all the years of fighting the urge to mate have disappeared.

All the reasons I fought against finding my one evaporate as I think of carrying this beauty to my bed, burying my cock in her every hole and lapping at her sweet cunt, knowing she belongs to me, now and forever.

“So…” I watch her turn and look at me, flashing that smile, showing me two dimples and I have cum soaking into the fabric of my jeans.

Her full lips move as she speaks but I suddenly deaf. All I can think is that they need to be kissing my balls and I’m losing my mind.

“Ragnar.” Robert pokes me in the shoulder and I turn and growl at him, making him step back shooting me a terrified look. “Are you going to answer her?” He manages and I re-focus, realizing I’m acting like a mad man.

“Sorry,” I grunt. “What was your question again?”

“Is this fixed?” She nods her head toward the commode.

“Yeah, loose water line. Sometimes when they aren’t used for a while, it happens. Simple fix.”

“Great!” Robert claps his hands. “So, we have a deal then?” He looks at the girl and I realize I don’t know her name.

“What’s your name?” I interrupt, watching her eyes go wide as she gives me a little giggle snort, and I want to hear that sound for the rest of my life.

“Wynter,” she says, and the sound of her name races through me like wildfire. “Wynter Wyatt.”

She brushes her hair back from her neck and I see the soft flesh there. My canines pulse, wanting to bite and mark and hear her scream as I fuck her so hard she loses consciousness.

Robert reaches out to set his hand on her shoulder, trying to regain control of the situation, but my hands turn to fists.

I flex my biceps so hard I hear the thread on my shirt seams struggle. I need to rein this in, but my bear isn’t helping. Snarling and snapping,