“You don’t think this is fast and absolutely insane?” I knew his answer before he even responded.
He shook his head slowly. “Do you want to stop? Do you want me to take you home, to forget this ever happened?”
I was shaking my head before he finished speaking. “No. That seems so—”
“Wrong?” He finished my sentence, and I nodded.
God, it felt so wrong to be away from him.
“But we don’t know each other.”
He leaned in close so I felt the warmth of his breath along my lips. “I’ve known you my entire life, Mena. I may not have known your name or what you looked like, but I knew you were out there. I felt it. I felt you. My mate.” He smoothed his hand up and down my thigh, and I felt my body heat even more, my arousal climbing. “What’s going on is I’m going to be with you. You’re going to be with me. And it’s going to be everything we’ve ever fucking wanted in this life.”
And then he reached out and cupped the sides of my face, pulled me in close, and kissed me. God, it was absolute perfection, and there was no way I was ever leaving his side.
Chapter Eight
Cason
Shit, this was actually happening, and at warp speed. She wasn’t going to stop this, hungry for me the same way I was for her.
And I’d give her everything she needed, everything she wanted.
I knew I wouldn’t be able to control my bear. He wanted out.
“Mena, baby, my bear wants to be with you, sample you.” Those words were nothing but this distorted growl that left my lips, my bear right there at the surface, the threat of shifting very real. I had my hands on her cheeks, holding her face, wanting to devour her.
My nails were turning into claws, my body getting bigger with an impending shift.
“I know this is fast, but fuck, Mena, I can’t control myself. I need you like I need to breathe.” I moved a step closer and growled low, opening my mouth slightly so she could see my canines. “Do you know what it means when I say you’re mine?”
She nodded slowly, licked her lips, and I saw her pupils dilate. She said she knew, but I doubted she comprehended the extent of how far I’d go to make her mine… to keep her as mine.
“I’d kill anyone who hurt you, betrayed you, hell, even fucking looked at you the wrong way.” She gasped slightly and I wanted to take that air into my lungs, live off of it.
I was so fucking feral right now that I was being an obscene bastard as I reached out and took her hand in mine. I stared into her eyes as I led it down so it rested right over my denim-clad dick. My erection was a force to be reckoned with right now, hard and thick, demanding to be free.
“But you want that, don’t you? You want me to be so fucking obsessive I’d kill someone if they tried to take you from me.”
She didn’t answer right away, but she didn’t need to say the words. I could smell that affirmation as clear as day.
“Ask me what I want.”
She sucked in a breath. “What do you want?” It was nothing but a whisper.
“I want you naked on my bed, spread for me, your pussy dripping wet for my cock.” I leaned in close and pressed my lips against hers, not stopping myself, not giving a fuck how fast this might seem.
It felt right.
I felt my erection jerk behind my jeans.
“I—I’ve never done this. I’ve never done anything like this,” she murmured quietly, and I wanted to swallow the confession whole, take it into my body and keep it forever.
I pushed back and stood before reaching out and helping her do the same. I pulled her forward, wrapped my arms around her, and she rested her head on my chest as if it was natural. And it was. It felt so fucking good and perfect.
There was no way I wanted to pull away, but I needed to touch her, to kiss her. I leaned in to look in her eyes. “I’ve claimed you, Mena. Do you know what that means to a male like me, to shifters like us?”
She stared at me with wide eyes.