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“Let’s get dressed and then I’ll tell you all about it.”

“So now you want to get dressed,” she mutters as I let go of her shoulder. She continues muttering, which makes me smile. Yep, it looks like life just got a whole lot more exciting. She is still muttering to herself when I walk towards the front of the salon and pull out my phone to send a text to the others. They need to know that I’m bringing my mate home. I also need them to collect all her belongings and make sure that everything is settled before we arrive.

I have just sent the text when I hear her approaching. “Shall we sit over there?” I say, pointing towards the waiting area where there is a nice black leather couch. She doesn’t respond, but I see that she doesn’t argue either as she walks past me and takes a seat on the couch. I approach, and she doesn’t look up at me as I take a seat, making sure to touch her as much as possible. To my surprise, she doesn’t move away, which tells me that our bond is growing faster than I expected.

I know that soon, my woman will be feeling the same need for me as I feel for her. The passion will never diminish. If anything, it will grow, especially when she’s in heat. As wolves, we sense when our mate is in heat, and even if we don’t want it, our bodies react to it.

“Well, as you know, I’m part wolf, and as such, I sense when my mate is close. You see, being my mate means that you are my other half. If you weren’t my mate, I would never have been able to bond with you. The mark on your neck is for everyone to see that you are mine. My scent is also all over you, which will tell any other wolf that comes close that you are protected.”

Her head snaps up to look at me. “Are you saying that I smell like a dog?” And then she sniffs to try to identify any peculiar scents.

“I don’t smell like a dog,” I state with a frown. “What I’m talking about is my personal scent. Usually only wolves can smell it and recognize who it belongs to, as each one of us has our own unique scent.”

“Great,” she mutters. “You should have told me all this before. Now what does me being your mate mean?”

“It means that you are mine.”

She tenses, and I know that she’s going to argue, so before she gets the chance, I place my hand behind her neck and pull her towards me as I lean down and take her lips in a breathless kiss. I kiss her until I feel her body relaxing and her hand come up to my chest, and then I lift my head. “You can see how much you want me. It’s the same as the way I want you.”

“This is just sex,” she mutters.

“No, you know it’s not just sex. We are compatible in every way.”

“So, what happens now?” she asks.

“Now you come home with me and meet the pack.” At the thought of the others meeting my mate, my fists tighten. They better not get too close, especially Blue; I know that they would never do anything against a brother, but my woman might just like what she sees, and I would rather she not get distracted.

“Mmm, maybe some other time,” she murmurs. “I think I need to process all this before I decide if I’m going to get pulled into this madness.”

What does she mean process? Process what? “There is nothing to process, Dakota. We are mates, and as such, you will be by my side. Besides, the others have already gone to collect your belongings and are taking it home.”

She jumps off the couch and glares down at me. “What do you mean taking my stuff home? Are you mad? I’m not living with you, and who gave you permission to take my things?”

Fuck, but she’s beautiful when she’s mad. My cock is so hard, I could just pull her into my lap right now and take her again. We are going to have the best makeup sex ever known to man.

“Dakota, I will not have you sleep in that bed and breakfast again where you could be in danger unless you want me to sleep with you in that bed, because that is the only way you are staying there. I’m not sleeping at your door again,” I state, also getting up.

“I didn’t ask you to,” she says angrily.

“I know you didn’t, but I will make sure you are safe. Come on, what is so bad about this?” I ask. “You are going to be protected from that son of a bitch, you will be able to speak to your family again, and you will have a home instead of living out of a bed and breakfast.”

“What is so bad is that you didn’t ask me. You just assumed that you could take over my life.”

“Fine, Dakota, will you come and live with me?” I ask, and her shoulders slump in defeat.

DAKOTA 6

How the hell do I get myself into these situations? Out of all the women in the world, I’m the one who gets picked to be linked to a wolf. A wolf! This is madness. I can’t believe I’m doing this, and now I’m on the back of a motorcycle, racing towards a pack of wolves that will most probably eat me one day.

I know that what he says is madness, but I also know that I have never felt like this before. I feel a connection with this man that I never thought I would feel with anyone. My arms are around his waist, and all I want to do is stroke my hands up and down his stomach and chest. This insatiable craving that I have for him is absolute madness. With everything that has happened to me before, I can’t believe that I can want a man again, but here I am.

The sex was out of this world. His kisses have me wet in seconds, and the way he looks at me has my skin tingling without him even touching me. Just as we turn out of town, two motorcycles join us. I can tell that they must be Hunter’s brothers, as they are wearing the same kutte that he wears with the Wolverine logo. We ride for about ten minutes before we turn into a long driveway with trees all around us.

Looks like they have found the perfect spot for a pack of wolves to hide. This looks like private property, and as such, no one will realize what they are. The house we are riding up to is huge, a three-story building with balconies, but Hunter doesn’t stop in front of the entrance. Instead, he rides around the back of the house and parks outside what looks like a workshop.

After pulling off his full-face helmet, Hunter turns to me to help pull mine off. “Damn, you’re a lucky son of a bitch,” one of the guys who was riding with us says as he approaches. “Hi, Darling, how did you have the bad luck of landing up with Hunter? Just think, you could have had me.”

I grin at his teasing. I’m not sure which one this is, but he’s one handsome specimen. His hair is a honey brown, falling to his shoulders. His twinkling dark-blue eyes have a depth of secrecy that has my curiosity bubbling.


Tags: Alexi Ferreira Wolverine MC Paranormal