Growling For Mine(10)

Reaching between us, I stroke his thickness until his hips buck forward and he’s entering me. I’m beyond full from his length and girth; not a single inch of space inside me goes unfilled. When he took me before, I felt a little pain at first from my virginity breaking, but he was so easy and slow that soon I was the one begging for more. Now that I’ve had him inside me, I know what to expect, but at this angle, he’s even deeper.

“Don’t hold back, Bleu. Harder.”

I feel his hesitation, and it’s as if I can read his mind. He’s trying to be careful with me, but I know he will give me what I want. He won’t ever deny me my pleasure.

“Yes, mate.”

He thrusts hard this time, and it makes me gasp out in pure ecstasy. The fullness of his aggressive body is almost too much for me. He’s rutting on top of me like his animal is here in his place, and for some reason that makes me even wetter.

His perfect strokes hit me in exactly the right spot, and it only takes me minutes before I’m tensing under him as my orgasm rolls over me. It’s deep and fierce, and I cling to Bleu as he growls into my neck. When I feel his teeth on my skin, I orgasm a second time, the pleasure almost too much.

His hot seed fills my body and I writhe with joy. Somewhere in my heart, I want a baby to take hold. I want to be connected to him in every way, and I want it now.

No more waiting for my life to start. I’m going to grab ahold of him and the life that I want and make it happen. I’ve let too many things pass me by, and I’ll be damned if this gets away.





Chapter 9 Bleu

I watch Lola as she works on her laptop, clicking away at a speed that can’t be human. Her eyes are trained on the screen in concentration. I let out a growl, perturbed that she can’t seem to take her eyes away from it. The sound makes her eyes come to me as a smile pulls at her lips. My growl stops instantly once I have her attention on me, and she just shakes her head and goes back to clicking away.

I’ve never had a jealous moment in my life. I’ve seen other mated shifters get jealous when other males get too close to their mates, but I seem to get jealous of everything when it comes to Lola. I want her attention on me. Maybe I’d let myself go too long being alone and now I want to soak up every moment of having a mate.

“The wireless modem will be here tomorrow,” she reminds me for the third time this week.

When she’d told me she ran an online business doing graphics for brochures and making business cards, I made sure she had whatever she needed to keep doing that.

I was just thankful that she did something that would keep her at home with me. Locked away in our cabin. I’d never been so happy to have a cabin out in the middle of nowhere before. I thought I enjoyed isolation before, but now I f*cking love it.

I wasn't too happy when a man came to install the internet she needed. He had beady eyes and kept looking at my Lola. She’d just rolled her eyes at me when I growled at him. Lucky for me, she seems to think my jealousy and protectiveness over her are cute. Even after I made her wait in the bathroom until he was gone.

Over the past few weeks I’ve learned more and more about her. She has shitty parents. Every time I think about it, I want to track them down and rip them apart with my bare hands. Someone like Lola should be cherished and taken care of. I will gladly take that place, even if she gives me a heart attack with her clumsiness at times.

She wants a family that cares about each other, and I will give her that. I’ll prove to her that I will give her everything so she’ll never leave me.

“Don’t you have work to do?”

I grunt my response. I do. I took her to town last weekend to meet Ty and some of the townspeople. I dropped off some orders and picked up a few more, but I can’t seem to pull myself away from the house.

I know I’m going to have to start to let loose a little, but the thought of something happening to her because I wasn’t around to make sure she was okay scares the ever-loving shit out of me. I couldn’t go back to the life I had before. Odd how I relished that life weeks ago, but now the idea would be my worst nightmare.

I love her, but Lola is damn clumsy. Just today I stopped her from walking into the door, and then she tripped over nothing. Nothing. Just fell right over her own feet. I’m starting to think I was made to be a shifter just so I’m fast enough to keep her little ass safe.

I growled at her when I caught her from hitting the floor. She just shrugged it off like it was no big deal. “Must have been daydreaming about you,” she’d said.

“I’ll do it after your device comes tomorrow. Have you—”

She cuts me off, already knowing what I’m going to ask. “Yes, I checked the tracking and it will be here tomorrow. We just have to go to the post office in town.”

I don’t know what a wireless modem is. I just know it means she can move her work area out to the barn where I do all my wood carving. Then I can keep her near me.

“Come here,” she says, eyes still trained on the computer.

I’m instantly on my feet moving towards her. I’d had her in my lap while she worked, but she’d made me put her down because I couldn’t stop touching and licking her, which led to us on the floor or back in the bed.

I should feel guilty. Her body is so little, and I just keep pinning her down and taking her. I can’t seem to get enough of my scent on her.