Page 12 of Hunted Mate (Stalked Mates #1)

“I’m aware,” I say. “Now show me.”

“Alright, Callie,” he says, using that diminutive term that makes me feel so small. I let him do it, this time, because we are on the precipice of him showing me some kind of…

He does it.

He actually. Fucking. Does. It.

One moment he is a naked man standing in front of me, and the next there is a wolf larger and more fearsome than I can begin to describe looking at me with piercing blue eyes through black and tan fur.

My eyes well with tears.

It’s real. He’s real. I’m not imagining it. I haven’t spent what feels like a lifetime looking for someone like him for no reason.

I put the gun down beside me, and like a flash he is on me. He leaps, shifts back into his human form, and snatches the weapon away from me in an instant.

I don’t care. I don’t give the slightest fuck.

I am too busy staring at him, and at the place he was standing before. I knew it was real. I knew it. But sometimes, when the whole world tells you something isn’t real, you start to doubt yourself, no matter how certain you are.

I stare up at him now, as he stands over me, looking down at me, still very naked.

“Oh, Callie,” he says. “You’ve been a very bad girl, you know.”

I don’t care if he’s mad. I don’t care what the fuck happens now. I got what I wanted. I got what I needed.

“You’ve really made life difficult for me,” he says, taking the bullets out of the gun and disassembling it more or less instantly. He’s practiced with weapons. Good for him. So am I.

“What do you mean?”

“You can’t tell people about shifters, werewolves, cursed ones, children of the wild, babes of Enkidu, whatever you want to call us.

Our existence depends on our ability to stay hidden at all costs.

Your need to research, to expose, to publish ?

That cannot be indulged. If any other wolf were to find out what I showed you tonight, you would be hunted down and killed. ”

I am still too busy being thrilled at having finally encountered a shifter that I don’t respond immediately, or even at all. I just keep looking at him as he places the pieces of gun to the side and runs his fingers along my jaw and down my neck.

“We are going to have to have a good long talk about what is to be done with you,” he says.

I melt. There’s tenderness in that touch, a sort of caring that makes me feel as though I am being guarded. I don’t know where the threat is coming from, but I know he will not let it reach me. There is pure possession in those brilliant blue eyes.

“You don’t look worried enough,” he says. “Maybe I should start with the consequences of pulling a gun on me in my own home.”

“You’re a wolf,” I say. “You’re a man who can take the form of an animal. You’re magical. You’re more than human. You’re…”

He moves his thumb to my lips and presses them closed. “We’re not talking about me, or about what I can do. We are talking about you, and your behavior. Do you understand?”

I did it. I really did it. Whatever happens now, it was worth it.

“You don’t like it when I pull a gun on you. I get it.” I giggle. The giggle comes out of nowhere, relief probably. I feel giddy with the discovery. Finally. I’m sane. I’m sane, and I know I am sane, and nobody is ever going to make me feel crazy again.

I’m not imagining what happened to me. It wasn’t a fucking animal attack. A person who could become an animal attacked me. Tried to kill me. And now…

“Callie. Look at me.”

I look up into his stormy blue eyes, and try not to smile. I know he wants me to be sorry and afraid, but I can’t be either of those things. I am far too thrilled. A dream of a lifetime has come true.

“I tried to keep you out of all of this,” he says, his voice rough and filled with what might be pain. “I didn’t want what is coming for you to ever happen. I wanted you to be able to keep living your comfortable life in your comfortable world. Remember that, when things get rough.”

I lower my head to hide a smile.

He grabs my face and makes me look up at him.

“You’re mine,” he says. “I need you to understand that. Mine.”

There’s something in his voice that isn’t typical possessiveness. He means it. Deeply. He means it in a way I don’t know if he should be able to mean it. He’s an animal. I have to remember that.

I know what his kind do. I know how they are wild to the core, how they follow their own rules and laws. I know how they won’t hesitate to hurt a human, and how dangerous they can be.

“We don’t know each other,” I say. “I’ll keep your secret, but I’m not yours. I don’t belong to…”

I don’t get to finish the sentence before he uses that rough grip and drags me up against his mouth, pressing a possessive kiss to my lips, then claiming me with his tongue. His kiss makes my head spin, drives the remnants of sanity from my mind.

I let him seduce me. I think I was already seduced from the moment I saw him naked in front of me, his brutally beautiful body muscular and powerful and masculine.

Now I let him kiss me, I let him lay me down on his bed, and I let him claim me, long and deep and fucking hard.

He’s fucked me twice already. This time feels like he’s making love to me.

It is rougher somehow, and more intense.

It is everything I need. He slides inside me and my body, already trained to receive him, does what he wants.

I wrap around him, embrace him, take him as deep as I can.

He becomes part of me, an animal influence that evokes something wild inside me.

It could be something I’m imagining, but I feel as though I can hear howling inside my mind, a primordial sound that has echoed in the ears of humankind since before we had anything but stories to tell each other of the creatures that cried in the night.

When I’m pinned on my back, he lifts my legs up and them presses them back until my knees are almost at my ears and my sex is as exposed to him as it can possibly be.

He holds me in that vulnerable position for long moments, his eyes locked on mine as his cock slides inside me at the insistent urging of his hips.

I hear myself utter a little whimper, a sound of helplessness and arousal. I’m not going to get anything until he chooses to give it to me, and the way he feels inside me is enough to make me crave him hard and deep.

I came here for revenge, and I have ended up pinned, subdued, and fucked.

It’s more than I could have dared hope for.

My body knows that I am exactly where I am supposed to be, doing exactly what I am supposed to be doing.

I’ve been on a journey for years, and this is where it was meant to end.

In the bed of a wolf who tracked and stalked me for months before doing everything in his power to dominate and protect me.

I am not the only one who senses the fated-ness of this connection.

“Mine,” Gray snarls as his cock surges inside me. Deep, hard, and completely filling me all the way up. “Nobody else will ever touch you. Nobody else will ever fucking look at you.”

I cannot move. I am entirely caught up in his grip, wrestled into total submission as my spread and trapped legs move ever closer to my ears. He plunges inside me deeply over and over again, emphasizing his hard thrusts with dominant words.

I am pounded into the bed, my pussy feeling like something for him to use more than a part of my body. I am not myself for myself anymore. I am me for him. I am his mate.

“My pretty little human fuck pet,” he growls. “You love this, don’t you. You love knowing that all that misbehavior of yours has resulted in this. You pulled a gun on me, didn’t you, you little fucking brat.”

He pulls out of me so he can keep my legs pressed up with one hand on my ankles, while his palm smacks my ass hard and fast, covering my cheeks and my pussy lips too, the fucked and ravaged folds of my sex falling victim to his stern punishment.

“Owwww! Fuck! Gray!”

“Don’t complain now,” he says, giving me a firm slap to my pussy.

“I told you that you would be in trouble, and you’ve known since we met that I’m not afraid to handle you sternly.

This is what you need, Callie. You need to be shown that you aren’t just owned, but well in hand.

You’re mine, and I’m not going to let you get away with reckless acts. ”‘

I don’t really think I’ve done that many reckless things. Sure, I threatened to shoot him as revenge for burning my research and ruining me, taking my virginity and leaving me bereft of intimacy and purpose, but I think that was pretty fair.

“Ow!”

He spanks my inner thigh.

“Tell me you understand,” he says. “I want you to tell me that you’re my submissive little human fuck mate, and that you’re going to be good for me from here on out.”

There’s no way I could possibly form those words.

Even hearing them makes my cheeks flush bright red.

I’ve never thought about being submissive, or being in charge.

I’ve just always had a lot of power because of all the money.

I’ve never, ever been held down like this, never been explicitly told I have to do what someone else says.

Gray chuckles affectionately and brushes some of my hair out of my eyes.

“I’ve never seen you look so shocked or confused,” he says, rubbing my pussy more gently.

I am soaking wet and quivering with desire, and I’d lift my hips toward him if I could, but the position he has me in means all I can do is take what is done to me.

“Tell me you’re going to be a good girl for me,” he says, making it more simple for me.

“I’ll be good,” I squeak as his fingertips dance around my overstimulated clit. “I never wanted to be bad. I just wanted to find the truth.”

“I know,” he says. “You’re usually sweet. Well, when you don’t have fury and a gun on your side. I’m going to let you be that sweet little thing again. I’m going to keep you safe. And you’re going to do as I say, because that is part of this. I need your obedience in order to safeguard your life.”

He slides his fingers away and pushes the head of his cock back inside me. I let out a low moan of satisfaction as I get what my body needs. He pushes deeper, and deeper, and he lets me know that I am going to be filled again.

“Now I can tell you what has been happening when I am deep in you, close to orgasm,” he says as he slowly fills my spanked pussy again.

“I don’t think you noticed properly the first time.

You’d never had sex before, so maybe you thought it was normal, but when I come inside you, a knot forms in my cock.

It keeps us tied together for some time.

I’ve been trying to make it deflate as fast as possible, but I won’t do that this time.

This time, I’m going to keep you locked on my cock as I breed you. ”

I feel a bolt of excitement run through me at the reminder he is not just fucking me. He is filling me with an aim to make me his in the most primal of ways. He is going to fill my womb. He is going to make me more than I was before—a mother.

I can barely think about that as he returns to a faster mating, his hands on the backs of my thighs, pressing them back as I take his cock to completion, feeling the swelling at the base as he gets closer and closer.

“That’s right,” he growls. “Look at you, spread open, pussy spanked and fucked, about to be filled with my seed. You’re such a good girl for me, aren’t you.”

I am a good girl, because he has given me literally no other choice. I am trapped physically, pinned mentally and emotionally, entirely erotically captured, and all I want is what he wants, to take his cum.

“Yes… fuck, yes… yes…” he grunts as he gets closer, his knot expanding inside my sensitive sex.

He pins me back and comes inside me. I feel his thick cock inseminating me deeply, delivering his potent shifter seed as far as he can inside me. As he does, he rubs and spanks my clit, demanding my pussy orgasms and contracts around his thick knot, drawing all that cum as deep in me as it can go.

I squirm and gasp, making the most feral animal noises as he forces orgasm after orgasm from me, circling, pinching, rubbing my clit as I shake around his thick cock.

One climax is not enough for his demanding fingers and knotted rod.

I am made to come again and again, until they all roll into one another and I take leave of my consciousness to become an animal like him.

When I come to my senses again, I am wrapped in his arms. My clothes are half on.

I don’t remember them ever really coming off.

He just pulled my pants down and pushed my panties to the side and used my pussy the way he wanted to.

I ache now, feeling quite sore in the aftermath of having been spread around his big knot.

I am no longer trapped on his cock, but there are certainly signs of what I went through while wrapped around that incredible rod.

“You’re back,” he says. “I’m sorry. I know that was a lot, but I wanted to make an impression on you. Everything has changed for you now, Callie. The rules you used to live by no longer apply. You’re mine now. I don’t mean that in just a sexy way. I mean you quite literally belong to me.”

I look into his eyes with some confusion. “You can’t literally own people, Gray. I know there are wolf things that say mates are this and that, but we still live in the modern world. There’s no such thing as actual ownership.”

“That’s wrong. The modern world is a much worse place than you’re giving it credit for,” he says. “But that’s not the point. You’re going to have to do as I tell you, and you’re going to have to disappear with me.”

“What does that mean, disappear with you?”

“My job is keeping people away from the pack, throwing them off the scent, cleaning up loose ends when there are loose ends to clean. I do things that put me far beyond human law. You will come with me. Be with me. You will be under my protection.”

I do not agree to that. I don’t even pretend to agree with it.

I know he thinks I don’t have a choice, but he keeps forgetting that I am rich.

Money is something of a super power. It doesn’t make you immune to everything, but it does mean that some of the rules don’t apply.

Almost all human laws, and certainly animal ones.

I stand up from the bed and try to sort my clothes out. My shirt is half off and pulled down. I shrug it back up into place, covering my scar. I do not like that being seen. My pants come up next, covering my aching pussy.

I got off lightly really. I did threaten to shoot him. I thought he’d do a lot worse than fuck me, but men get silly around sex. They get so focused on it. Wolf shifters are even more attracted to it, I think.

Turning around, I face Gray.

My stomach flutters as I see the expression on his face. He’s so very serious, incredibly stern, and maybe even a little angry. Fuck. Maybe I haven’t gotten away with everything after all.