“What's going on?” I ask him in confusion. “Why did you bring me here? What do you want with me?”
Raoul stalks slowly over to me, his nostrils flared and his chest heaving up and down. His eyes are pinned on me like a predator stalking its prey, and I feel a shiver go up my spine, though I’m not entirely sure whether it’s a shiver of fear or something else.
“Everything, Mya. I wanteverything.” The look in his eyes is so intense. I instinctively begin backing up. With every step he takes toward me, I take one away from him until my back hits the wall.
My heart hammers in my chest, but he keeps drawing closer and closer. All I wanted was to get to work on time and now I find myself in the most bizarre situation of my entire life. Can a girl ever catch a break?
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Raoul
It’s probably fucked up that I’m getting turned on by her retreating from me, but it calls to the natural predator in me. I can’t help skating my eyes over her from head to toe. Everything about her calls to me. Every cell in my body is screaming at me to claim her. She’s my mate, and I want nothing more than to shove my cock deep inside her and impregnate her so I can tie her to me forever.
Judging by the way she swallows hard when I tell her I want everything from her, she’s not going to fall right into my arms. It’s going to take some wooing to get my little mate to agree to bed me because despite how much my instincts are screaming at me to claim her, I’m no rapist. When I finally claim her as my own, it will be with her consent.
That doesn’t mean I can’t mark my little Mya, though.
Mya.
Just the thought of her name sends fire licking through my veins. It’s so perfect. Just like her. It’s the only name I care about now.
Mya. My mate. Mine.
I finally back her up against the wall and clap my hands against the wall on either side of her, effectively caging her in under my body.
I love seeing her like this, eyes wide, lips slightly parted, those red curls wild around her face and shoulders, captured by me.
I can’t resist and press my body fully against her, letting her feel the hardness of my cock pressing into her soft stomach.
She gasps and tries to wiggle away from me, but there’s nowhere for her to go. I moan at the friction she’s creating against my throbbing length.
“If you don’t want to lose your virginity right here and now, you’ll stop wiggling on my cock like that, hellcat.”
Her eyes widen even more as she sputters, “How did—how did you know I was a virgin?”
“I can smell it on you,” I growl as I inhale a deep breath of her sweet, innocent, virgin scent.
Her brow furrows adorably until her eyes widen with comprehension. She looks up at me with new horror. “Oh my god. You’re a shifter?”
I frown down at her. “You say that like I’m a serial killer.”
She shakes her head as she begins to plead. “Please, this is all a mistake. Just let me go.”
I don’t know what she’s so afraid of, but I try to set her fears at ease. “I’ll never harm you, little hellcat. You have nothing to be afraid of with me.”
She shakes her head again as if she can’t believe the situation she’s gotten herself in. She doesn’t realize there was nothing she could have done to avoid this. It’s fate. She’s my mate, so the universe was bound to bring us together at some point or another.
“Why have you taken me?” she asks me again.
“Because you’re my mate,” I tell her simply, my voice heated with lust at saying the words out loud.
She makes a strangled sound and begins fighting for freedom, kicking and punching against me as she tries to break the stronghold of my arms. She’s hissing and snarling, and I can’t help thinking I nicknamed her appropriately. She is indeed a little hellcat. My little hellcat.
While it stings my ego to see her reaction at the thought of being mated to me, I try to remind myself that humans are complicated creatures. She needs time to adjust, and that’s fine. I’ll give it to her, but I’m not letting her go. Not now that I’ve finally found her.
“Stop, Mya.” My voice cracks through the air like a whip. Every tiger in my pride stands to attention when I use that tone, but not my mate.
She fights with renewed fervor. At the rate she’s going, she’s going to hurt herself before she tires herself out, so I do the only thing I can think of to calm her.