Mate Of The Werewolf

Changeling Encounters

By J. S. Scott

Copyright ©2012 by J.S. Scott

All Rights Reserved

He smelled her scent the instant he entered the building.

Noah Lancaster inhaled a deeper breath, letting her tantalizing smell roll over his senses. Her musk called to him, sweet and heady. Absolutely irresistible.

My mate is here!

After three hundred years he instinctively knew the enticing fragrance that was distinctly hers.

Noah stopped after entering the luxurious hotel, savoring the allure of the erotic beckoning. His expression changed from one of awe and wonder to one of a hunter, a predator. He closed his eyes, every muscle in his body growing taut, his cock rock-hard.

She has to be here.

He let his olfactory senses pinpoint her location. She had to be in the ballroom, probably attending the same benefit ball that had him dressed in a tuxedo, going to a function that he never attended. Thank God he had decided to make an appearance. He never attended this one. This was the first time. Some instinct had led him to this place, to his mate.

Noah shuddered as he opened his eyes. He was a Changeling, his mate designated only for him. His animal instincts made him want to race into the ballroom and claim her now in the most elemental way. She didn't have conscious knowledge of it, but she was calling to him, luring him toward her, making him maniacal just from inhaling her tantalizing scent.

The inclination of his wolf battled with his common sense. Unfortunately, intellect had to win. Somehow, he didn't think that his body's demand to nail her in the middle of a crowded ballroom, in the most palatial hotel in the city, would be well received. He almost didn't give a shit. His body was demanding he claim her; take her before she got away. Only the sense of self-preservation that his kind had mastered over the centuries kept him from tracking her down, pinning her body, and possessing her right there on the ballroom floor. Or table. Or whatever else was convenient.

Christ! He was losing his mind. Noah willed himself to move forward, to master his snarling wolf. He tried to gain command of his body and will as he took the spiral staircase two steps at a time to reach the top.

He entered the large, lavishly decorated room with his chest heaving, fists clenched, trying to gain control of his beast. Probably hundreds of well- dressed bodies milled around the room that had been set up with lavish buffet and drink tables. A large crystal chandelier made the room sparkle and glitter. The sound of laughter, conversation, and slow, sultry music from a small, live orchestra floated through the room and down the hall.

Noah was aware of everything, but at the same time oblivious to his surroundings. He was on the hunt.

He spotted her immediately, his blue eyes darting left and right, stopping abruptly on the most beautiful woman he had ever seen.

She was tall, her figure rounded and generous. The black, clingy cocktail dress covered her thighs, flirting with her knees. Noah's mouth watered as he admired her curvy figure and her graceful, long legs. He could imagine her wrapping them around his waist as he pounded into her. Beads of sweat formed on his forehead as he nearly panted with the need to possess her.

He tried to calm his bestial needs as he watched her expressive hazel eyes while she laughed with an older, elegant gentleman.

Mine!

He wanted to rip her away from any man who spoke to her, looked at her. She was exquisite…and she was his.

She had too much skin exposed - the halter top of her dress crossed behind her neck and covered her generous breasts, but it left a fair amount of cleavage showing and her shoulders bare. He wanted to pull down her long, dark hair from its confinement in that classy, swept-up style and see if it reached her waist.

He needed to mark her, make her his forever. Noah wondered how long he could wait. As the silver-haired man she was conversing with reached over to touch her bare arm, he felt a low growl rising in his throat.

Obviously...waiting was not an option.

*****

Grace Marin noticed him the moment he entered the room. He was incredibly tall and he wore a tux like no other man in the room, the expensive garment fitting his muscular body perfectly. He had a dangerous aura that struck her right in the gut, sending a shiver down her spine.

His light blond hair was sexy, mussed in a casual, windblown style that sent tendrils, which she longed to brush back, falling to his forehead.

And he was staring directly at her.

Grace shifted uncomfortably in her three inch heels. The shoes were killing her feet and she hated them. She suppressed the desire to glance at her watch to see how much longer before the event was over and she could finally pull off the torturous footwear.

She was a veterinarian, not a socialite. She sipped her champagne and tried to listen to what Mr. Whiting was saying. Having no choice but to be attentive, she smiled and listened as he droned on and on. Every person here could be a potential benefactor for her wildlife sanctuary. The shelter was everything to her and she relied completely on donations. Every year this was a dreaded but necessary event for her and she had to put on her charming face to attract every possible donation. The sanctuary needed it.

"I see Noah Lancaster is here," Mr. Whiting mentioned casually as he moved a little closer to stare at her breasts. The old man had hardly met her gaze since he had waylaid her a few minutes ago because he was completely fixated on her tits.

Grace startled at his comment, the first interesting thing the man had uttered since he’d started talking. Mr. Lancaster? Here? He never showed at this event, although he was her largest donor. The reclusive millionaire rarely went to any social events and she was rather shocked that he had made an appearance this year.

"Where?" she questioned Mr. Whiting curiously.

The elderly man’s eyes reluctantly left her boobs to motion towards him.

Mr. Tall, Blond and Gorgeous is Noah Lancaster?

She had never met her largest benefactor, but she had always somehow pictured him as a sweet, elderly man who loved animals as much as she did.

Except…he wasn’t elderly, and at the moment he didn’t look particularly sweet. He looked like a predator looking for a juicy, raw and rather large steak.

His eyes never looked away from her as he stalked in her direction with a graceful stride that made her heart accelerate as he moved closer. She was drawn to him in an eerie sort of way, something she couldn’t quite put her finger on, but the odd and rather disturbing chemistry was definitely there.

There were very few men who could make Grace Marin feel petite...but this man did. At five- foot- nine, and in three inch heels, she still had to look up at him. God...he was huge. Rock solid and tall. Her eyes met his as he reached her side, their gazes locking and holding. She could drown in his deep blue eyes. She knew she should look away...but she couldn't. He had her completely enthralled.

"Ms. Marin? I'm Noah Lancaster. It's nice to finally meet you," he told her in a deep, low, intimate voice. It was as though there was no one else in the room.

Grace shook herself out of her stupor. For God's sake! The man was her biggest donor and he kept her sanctuary running. Stop drooling and greet the man. "Mr. Lancaster," she acknowledged, holding out her hand. "I'm glad you could make it." Her voice was steady, belying her inner trembling. Thank God. Her insides may be melting, but she needed to keep up a steady façade, a cool exterior.

He took her hand and instead of shaking it...he bent, turned her hand and raised it to his face. His eyes closed as he seemed to inhale her scent, running his nose along her wrist, fleeting licking it. His lips finally landed on her palm.

Oh. Shit. It should have been weird, but Grace was practically shaking, stunned by the feel of his tongue on her heated skin.

He released her hand reluctantly as she tugged. "I need to speak to you about my donation, Ms. Marin. May I have a moment?” he asked politely but firmly.

"Yes, of course. If you would excuse us Mr. Whiting." She nodded her head at the elderly gentleman who had never noticed Mr. Lancaster's strange behavior because his eyes were still glued to her breasts. He looked disappointed, but didn't protest as she moved away with Mr. Lancaster.

"You can call me Noah. And I'll call you Grace. We won't be strangers for long." He informed her in a clipped, abrupt tone. "Perverted old bastard," he mumbled as he shot a cutting glare at Mr. Whiting. He grasped her hand tightly and impatiently pulled her away from her breast-admiring companion.

"You wanted to speak with me, Noah?" She questioned as she tripped along behind him, trying to keep up with his long strides while her feet were wobbling on her heels. She usually walked with extreme caution because she wasn’t used to the stilettos, but his pace made her look like a stumbling klutz.

He was silent as he pulled her into one of the private, unisex bathrooms in the hallway between the preparation kitchen and the ballroom. He closed the door and locked it behind him.

Grace gaped at him as she realized where they were. The bathroom was roomy but he crowded her, making the space seem smaller. God...he smelled good.

"Noah...what are we doing here?" Grace's voice was soft and questioning. She was dazed and her hormones were flaring. Something inside of her body called out to this man. He was a complete stranger…yet, he was not.

"It's quiet, so we can negotiate. And I can't wait any longer to do this." His low, baritone voice vibrated through her body as he lowered his head, his mouth swooping down to cover hers before she could even take a breath.

What little breath she had was taken as his lips landed on hers. His kiss wasn't gentle or tender. He captured her, taking her mouth possessively as his hands wandered roughly over her body. He backed her up against the vanity counter and pinned her with his body as his hands moved over her, molding her curves, like a lover proclaiming ownership.

His tongue was wet, silky, and hot as it swept in and tangled with hers. Grace knew she should be struggling, but something inside her wanted to let him overpower her and completely possess her. Something wild and untamed washed over her and her arms went around his neck, every fiber of her being meeting his fierce passion with primitive need.

He tore his mouth from hers, panting as he kept her pinned in place with his large body and strength. She could feel his ragged, hot breath against her ear as he pulled the halter over her head and bared her breasts to his hungry gaze. His hands came up to cup them as his mouth seized her right nipple, biting it lightly, laving it with his tongue.

Grace moaned as his touch went straight to her core, drenching her panties without even moving below her waist.

What the hell. I’m not a highly sexual woman. I don’t react like this.

What was happening to her? She was letting a stranger seduce her in a public bathroom, with hundreds of people outside the door. She tried...she really tried to pull herself together, break free of whatever spell she was under, but her burning body was betraying her. She had never lost her senses this completely. It was as if she was caught up in a fierce, animalistic desire that couldn’t be controlled by her brain.

Noah raised her dress to her waist and lifted her onto the vanity. It was spacious and he laid her back on the counter, sprawled like a wanton, as his hand roamed her thighs. She was wearing nothing but a thong and thigh-high black stockings.

He spread her legs wide, licking the flesh at the top of her stockings, lashing the sensitive skin with possessive swipes. She fought for sanity, but all she wanted was his mouth on her aching pussy. Now!

Surrounded by vanity mirrors, she turned her head to look at her own face, not recognizing the flushed face and wild eyes as her own. Her eyes were flashing with a light that scared her, but she couldn't fight her driving need for him to claim her. "Please, Noah." The plea came out as a strangled sob, her desire pounding at her until she was nearly insane.

She needed his mouth and tongue on her. Something…anything…to take away the unbearable ache.

She watched in the mirror as he ripped away her thong, sweat pouring from his skin, his face tortured. He breathed in deeply and growled, "Mine. Your smell drives me wild. Have to taste you. Make you come."

Grace squirmed with impatience, loving his intensity and his savage tone, emotions that matched her own. "Yes, Noah. Please."

His dominant nature made her shiver, his ferocity driving her, making her need to surrender to him completely. She cried out as his tongue slid demandingly into her sensitive folds, licking her juices as he attacked her pussy. He was aggressive and showed her no mercy, going down on her with a violence that rocked her body and satisfied her longing to be taken by him without restraint. His tongue tasted her from bottom to top, as though he was savoring every bit of her essence. It was intense...too much...yet not enough. His fingers of one hand sought her clit, as two from his other hand thrust inside of her.

She bit her lip, trying not to cry out, still sane enough to know that people could hear her. But she was slowly losing touch with reality, nearly too lost to even care.

Watching him take her with such abandon called to her wild inclinations, a part of her that she had never known existed. She could see his fingers disappear into her begging, empty channel and she jolted as they filled her, deeply and thoroughly, raking over her g-spot with every hard thrust. The fingers at her clit opened her little hood, leaving her raw for his seeking tongue.

"Oh, God. Make me come, Noah. Please." She didn't care who could hear her impassioned pleading. Grace needed him to satiate her body. She couldn't stay in this elevated state of unsatisfied desire without losing her mind completely.

His fingers started to fuck her as he laved her naked clit. She thrashed as he thrust even deeper, stroking her with fast, pumping strokes that had her lifting her hips to meet him, eager for each possession, each touch of his heated tongue.

Her whole body quivered and she closed her eyes. Her body was ready to come apart and she couldn't watch him anymore. It was too much. She was on sensation overload, ready to go into total meltdown.

His tongue and fingers stroked her, increasing their speed. Her gut clenched as her orgasm struck with staggering strength.

"Noah, Noah, Noah," she screamed his name as he kept her climax pounding at her, licking the cream that he drew from her body with a tortured groan.

Grace regained sanity slowly, her body shaking as Noah unbuttoned the pants of his tux. His face was still intense as his eyes met hers. He pulled her up into a sitting position on the vanity.

She could feel his burning desire and her soul was calling for her to satisfy his need. It was almost like being controlled by something not quite human…and definitely not natural…not for her.

Grace slipped from the counter and went to her knees. The bathroom had a marble floor and it felt hard and cold on her legs, but she didn’t really acknowledge it.

She had to free him. She tugged his zipper down and lowered his pants and black briefs. His magnificent cock sprang free, swollen and engorged. It made her heart thunder and she was slammed by the instinctive need to sate him.

"Suck me, Grace," he snarled as he brought her head closer to his large, hard member.

She was compelled to obey, needing to pleasure him with an intensity that floored her.

She licked the velvet head of his cock, savoring the taste of his pre-cum on her tongue. She could feel his urgency, so she wrapped her wet lips around him, taking as much of his large phallus as she could. Her hand curled around the base as her mouth enveloped him.

He growled, a low guttural sound, as she sucked him hard and rough, just the way she instinctively knew he wanted it. Grace wasn’t sure how she knew that, but it was crystal-clear to her that Noah wanted it raw and untamed, needed it exactly this way.

He grabbed her head and his hips pumped into her sucking mouth. He took control as he threaded his hands through her falling down hair and moved her mouth roughly against his cock.

"Suck it hard, Grace," his voice was ragged and uneven.

He was so large that his cock was hitting her throat and she couldn't take him all in, but her hand was wet and sliding behind her lips.

Noah’s entire body grew tense as his hips pistoned into her mouth. She knew he was going to orgasm and she moaned around him, needing to taste him. He moved his hands from her head, allowing her to pull away, but she wasn’t moving. She needed to savor his taste, his essence.

Noah came with an ear-piercing howl that sent shivers up her spine. His scorching hot seed streamed into her throat and she swallowed him, happily enjoying the warmth and the taste of him. He was delicious, tasting of sex and sin, power and fury.

Grace could hear Noah panting as she pulled her mouth away from his cock. She willed her shaky legs to get her up and walk to a chair so she could sit down. She pulled the halter of her dress behind her head and smoothed her skirts over her legs. She didn't know what happened to her panties, but she knew they were torn anyway.

Noah cleaned himself at the sink and zipped his trousers. He came to her with a warm wet cloth and she didn't protest as he kneeled to gently clean her face and wipe soothingly between her legs.

He threw the cloth behind him and it landed on the vanity without a sound. He stayed on his knees and took her hands in his as he asked softly. "Grace...do you have any idea what you are?"

Her face was burning red and she was dizzy and lightheaded. "A slut?" she questioned in a confused, lost voice. She had just had the most mind- boggling sex of her life in a public bathroom with a stranger…and he hadn’t even penetrated her. Tears leaked from the corners of her eyes as she tried to make sense of her wanton behavior.

Noah reached up and wiped her tears, chuckling softly. "No, Grace. You aren't a slut. It isn't your fault. You're my mate. You are drawn to me as I am drawn to you. My reaction is stronger, but you feel the mating instincts to a lesser degree."

Grace shot him a perplexed look as she answered him, "I don't understand."

He sighed. "I'm a werewolf, Grace. A wolf Changeling. You’re my destined mate. Somewhere in your ancestry you must have had a Changeling descendant. It may be an extinct breed, but you have some Changeling blood. It's probably the reason you’re so attracted to wild animals, feel the affinity with them, even though you don't have the Changeling abilities."

Oh. My. God. The man was crazy. A raving lunatic. She drew her hands from his and crossed them over her chest. "I'm a veterinarian, Noah. I love all animals. I'm a scientist. There is no such thing as Changelings."

Noah looked at her with a resigned expression. Grace felt a pulse of electricity in the air. She actually recognized it as a touch of magic, but she refused to acknowledge that fact. I’m a scientist. I’m a scientist.

One moment she was looking at Noah and the next...at a large white timber wolf.

Her eyes grew as wide as saucers and she flinched. Grace had a healthy respect for wolves, and this was a beautiful animal that was almost entirely white except for a small black patch under its chin. Its eyes were Noah's. Deep blue, and at the moment, very entreating. It moved closer to her slowly, nudging its soft fur against her crossed arms.

Grace’s heart was pounding wildly in shock, but the animal lover in her couldn't resist. How often would she have a chance to pet a beautiful timber like this? This was no hybrid…this was definitely all wolf that probably weighed in at around one hundred and eighty pounds. Huge...even for a wolf.

She ran her hands over Noah’s soft fur. She stroked him all over, loving the feel of his silky pelt. His body squirmed in delight at her attention.

A werewolf? Shit! She couldn't believe it was true, but she couldn't deny it. She was petting the actual proof.

The wolf morphed instantly back into Noah, and her hands ended up on his torso. She drew them away, more frightened of the man than of the beast.

"You have cognitive awareness while you are in wolf form?” she asked curiously. The scientist and vet in her needed to ask questions.

"Yes. My animal instincts are strong, but I can think exactly as I do as a man, although I do have a driving instinct to chase rabbits sometimes." He gave her a small, lopsided smile. "Now that I'm under the influence of the mating instincts I'm afraid that I see you as my prey and I have the uncontrollable urge to chase after you in human form. I need you to mate with me, Grace. I can't take you unless you agree."

"Noah...I'm confused. This has all been too much for me. I don't even know you." Her voice was soft, her expression dazed. She hadn't even gotten over the fact that Changelings actually existed. Not that she could deny it after that demonstration, but she needed…time. She’d just had a lifetime of beliefs wiped away within moments.

"You have to decide, Grace. It won't be a happy life for either one of us if you don't. If I need to push...I'll push."

"What does that mean?" It sounded suspiciously like a threat...and she didn't like threats.

"It means if you don't decide to mate with me within a week...I'm pulling my funding for your sanctuary." He told her in a matter-of-fact voice.

"I can't make it without your funding, Noah. You know that. That sanctuary means everything to me. I thought it meant something to you too, since you donate a hefty sum." Her voice was a mixture of anger and panic.

"You mean more. You have a week to decide." Noah’s hard voice told her that he meant what he said. He would do it.

Grace stood up and got in his face, standing toe to toe. She was angry now as she glared up at him. "You're blackmailing me. Give in or lose my sanctuary. What kind of mate will I be to you?"

"I need you and you need me. I'm hoping you’ll get over it once you realize it's for the best." He told her simply.

"You bastard." Tears of anger streamed down her face and she wanted to slap him. She clenched her fingers into fists to resist the urge. She was a healer and she knew she’d regret it later. It wasn't in her nature.

"Actually...I was born from mated parents, but I understand why you think I’m an asshole. One week, Grace." His voice trailed off as he disappeared, his figure just fading away in the blink of an eye.

Grace stood there in shock. What the hell had just happened? It was like a really bad nightmare...but she knew she was awake.

She had questions, an endless amount of things she wanted to ask… and he had just left her.

I didn't leave you. We can still communicate. We’re acknowledged mates. We can talk. It's just better if I am not near you physically right now. I have to admit that it isn’t helping much. Your scent is imbedded in my memory, with me even though we aren’t in the same room.

Oh shit! He was talking to her mentally? What the hell else didn’t she know? I’m a scientist. I’m a scientist. "I'm not speaking to you. I'm pissed."

She heard his light laughter before silence fell.

*****

Five days to go, and counting.

Grace cursed as she left her office in the city and walked to her car. It had been a long day and she was exhausted. She had a good practice in the city and she enjoyed what she did here, but her heart was always with her sanctuary, which was located twenty miles outside of the downtown area. She had all types of wildlife there, animals that had been injured or displaced. She even had all of the necessary paperwork to take in big cats that some idiots had decided would make good pets...until they grew up and started doing what came natural to big cats, things that weren’t acceptable to humans, like hunting or protecting themselves.

She sighed, frustration rising inside her as it did any time she thought about the selfish nature humans sometimes displayed with animals. When would people realize that wild animals would never make good pets? They were born to be wild and free. She tried to rehabilitate and release if possible, but not all of them could make it on their own in the wild. The health and wellbeing of those animals meant everything to her.

She had well-trained employees who cared for the animals, but she still spent most of her free time there and she was the founder as well as the resident vet.

Grace drove the small distance to her lonely apartment with a heavy heart. She stripped immediately as she entered the bathroom and dropped her clothing into the hamper. She might love working with animals, but she needed a shower immediately after a ten hour day.

Her muscles relaxed as the hot water spray massaged over her body. She lathered herself up, trying not to think about Noah. He had been on her mind since he left her alone in the bathroom two nights ago. Her body ached for him and she had so many questions she wanted to ask, but her stubbornness wouldn't let her talk to him. He was blackmailing her. The damned bully. She refused to give in to blackmail.

Oh...but part of her wanted to. She felt fundamentally connected to him. She had always felt lonely, like a part of her was missing, even when she was surrounded by people. She dated, but no one had ever filled those empty parts of her…until Noah. Nothing she had ever felt compared to this pounding need for Noah. It didn't make sense. She barely knew him.

Her hand caressed her breast and another snaked down her body toward her needy core. Every time she thought of Noah she felt like an animal in heat.

I can help you with that.

Noah! Her hands flew off her body in a guilty rush and she started to rinse. "Get out of my head!"

I was just trying to be helpful. You were calling for me.

His voice held a hint of laughter.

"I wasn't calling for you. I was just thinking about something that pertained to you." She answered him in a pseudo dignified tone, knowing damn well that her body had been calling to him.

I know exactly what you were thinking about, love. The same thing that haunts me night and day. We belong together, Grace.

Shit. He was using a low, seductive voice that aroused her to the point of insanity.

"You are not going to blackmail me into this. I am going to find a place for my animals." She lied as she tried to be strong. She knew she couldn't place them all. She was scrambling for more funding...but failing miserably. Even if she put every penny she had personally into the sanctuary, it wouldn't last long. After struggling through school on her own, she was still paying off an enormous amount of student loans. And her savings were pathetic.

You have to be the most hard-headed woman I've ever met.

She could feel his soft sigh drift through her mind.

"And you are the most arrogant, high-handed male I've ever met." She told him adamantly. "You have to be an alpha," she muttered to herself.

I've always been an alpha, love.

His tone was casual, as though he were stating a simple fact.

She left the shower and dried herself, taking a nightshirt from the drawer and pulling it over her head. As she slipped into bed she asked him softly, "Will you answer some of my questions?" Her curiosity overcame her anger. She didn't have to be his mate to get answers.

Ask me anything. Just talk to me.

She heard the loneliness and yearning in his voice, calling to her, compelling her to ease his pain.

She started questioning…and he answered without hesitation, baring his soul to his mate.

*****

Zero days to go, and no more counting!

Today was her deadline and Grace was in turmoil. It was Sunday and she had the day off. She wanted to go to the sanctuary, but for the first time in her life, something else took priority over her beloved animals.

Her heart felt torn apart. The truth was...she wanted Noah. They had started talking five days ago and rarely stopped. She was as used to having him in her mind as she was accustomed to her own thoughts.

There was little she didn't know about him. Her werewolf might be an alpha, but he wasn't a bastard. He had a good heart. She could sense it. She knew his passion for protecting animals and many other things about him intrigued her, drew her to him. They shared so many common interests that it was almost frightening.

Like we really are destined for each other.

She knew that what he said was true. Neither of them would have a happy life without the other. Noah was the only one that could fill all of the vacant holes in her lonely life.

Grace’s real problem was his ultimatum. She hated his blackmail tactics and didn't want to give in. Succumbing to blackmail was no way to start a very long life together. Once he marked her, they would live on for hundreds of years and it would grate at her how he had obtained her agreement to become his mate. If she agreed, the resentment would always be there, always come between them.

She glanced at the clock. Four o'clock. She had four hours to decide.

She threw in her laundry and cleaned her apartment, but her stubborn butt didn't go to him. I just can’t do it. I can’t.

Tears streamed from her eyes as she looked at the clock, blurred by the flood of moisture that seemed never-ending. Five more minutes.

I'm not pulling my funding, Grace.

Noah. Her heart skipped a beat. His voice sounded sad and resigned.

"Why? I'm not coming to you," she asked him curiously.

I can't. Since I've come to know you...I can't do it…and I don’t want you that way. I know how much the sanctuary means to you. I can’t let you lose it. It would break your heart.

Grace smiled, her heart leaping with joy. She grabbed her keys and purse and raced to her car. She had all of his personal information and knew exactly where he lived.

"Thank you, Noah. That means a lot to me," she answered softly, her heart thumping rapidly.

No problem. I just wanted you to know. I didn't want you to worry about it. I can feel your sadness, and I can’t bear it. I want you to be happy. I should have never threatened you. The mating instinct had control.

She felt him slip out of her mind as she drove the ten minutes necessary to get to his house, the jagged pieces of her heart mending. Noah had put her needs before his own, proving she was more important than him getting exactly what he wanted. Now…she wanted to give him what he wanted, meet his needs. Every single carnal one he had.

She smiled as she pulled into his open front gate. His house was beautiful. The two-story brick structure blended with nature. Ivy climbed the sides and his house was surrounded by an array of flowers and plants. His lawn was green and perfectly manicured.

A sense of peace settled over Grace. She breathed in the fragrant flowers as she got out of her car, feeling like she was finally home.

She could hear dogs barking as she neared the front door and she smiled.

Of course he has dogs.

Noah opened the door before she could knock, and she was very nearly bowled over by two large German Shepherds. She laughed as they crept around their master and rushed to greet her. She murmured to them softly as she let them scent her, stroking their heads.

"Go play." His voice was stern and the dogs raced off into the yard.

"You knew I was here." She cocked her head and looked at him.

His face looked tormented and he didn't meet her eyes. "I could scent you. I can always scent you stronger when you’re close. Why are you here? I gave you what you wanted."

She nudged him into the house and closed the door behind them. "Yes and no. I didn't want to be blackmailed...but I didn't get what I really wanted."

"What do you really want? If it's more funding...it's yours. You can have whatever you want." His voice was monotone, but she knew he was anything but uncaring.

She reached up and grabbed his head, forcing him to meet her eyes. "I want to mate with you, Noah. I just didn't want to be blackmailed into it. That would have eventually destroyed us. I'm miserable without you."

His gorgeous face transformed as he looked at her with disbelief. "You'll mate with me?"

"I love you, Noah. I know we haven't known each other very long...but I know I can't be happy without you." She told him honestly.

He growled as he scooped her up into his arms. He took the stairs three at a time, an action that had her in his bedroom in seconds.

"You work fast." She laughed as he set her on her feet beside his king- sized bed. The bedroom was classy - subdued earth tones with classic furniture.

"I don’t want to give you a chance to change your mind.” His voice was a mixture of longing and a trace of fear.

Grace reached for her tank top and pulled it over her head. She yanked the ties of her drawstring shorts and wiggled them off her hips, letting them drop to the floor. Her sandals slipped off easily. She stood before him in a black bra and thong before she answered. "I'm not about to change my mind." She pulled the clip from her hair and let it hit the floor. "Fuck me, Noah. I need you. I'm not afraid of your wolf anymore."

Noah’s jaw dropped and his face flushed with desire. "I won't hold back, Grace. Not this time. I can't," he warned her in a husky voice as he tore open his jeans and pulled them off, never taking his eyes from her. His shirt was unbuttoned and he let it slip to the floor.

He was gloriously naked and extremely aroused. His cock stood at attention and she knew he was rock hard. She also knew how to inflame the wolf. "I'm all yours. If you can catch me."

She scrambled over the bed, landing on the other side. Noah had once told her that nothing made a Changeling wolf in the mating phase more insane than the thrill of the chase.

She laughed as he rolled over the bed and she scampered away to the other side.

"Don't push me, woman." His voice was feral and wild and she shivered as it vibrated through her body. She liked this game. The hunt was on. Her instincts told her to let him work for her…and she did.

She kept darting away from him and he pursued her hot and heavy, stalking her with intensity and fire in his eyes. The dance continued until her panties were drenched and she was panting with need.

He caught her as she failed to move fast enough to roll across the bed to the other side of the room. He took her down, pinning her to the bed as he ripped at her bra and panties. They were toast, but she didn't care. They were both gasping, wild with volatile need.

His hand dipped between her legs, groaning at the wetness that met his fingertips. His mouth covered hers with savage desperation.

Grace met his wildness with her own primitive passion. She felt it rise up to meet his, knowing she needed this mating almost as much as he did. She met his tongue with a fierceness she didn’t know she was capable of. Her tongue dueled with his, fucking his mouth as she wrapped her arms around his neck tightly. His fingers stroked through her wetness, sliding over her clit at a frantic pace.

She was desperate for him. She tore her mouth from his and grasped his hard cock.

"Fuck me, Noah. Hard. Deep. Fast. Make me your mate," she panted.

He flipped her over. Her face hit the pillow as he pulled her ass up toward him, his hands caressing the perfect globes. "You have a delectable ass. Just perfect for this," his hand came down on her cheeks firmly. The smacks were just hard enough to sting, leaving her squirming, and even more aroused.

Grace moaned, knowing what was coming. She was about to get her punishment for making him chase her. Noah’s mating instincts flared into red hot need, and he wanted her submission. She smiled as she felt the burn, as her pussy flooded. The erotic jolts felt good.

She heard him grunt as he stroked over her burning ass cheeks, apparently satisfied that he had mastered her. His hand slid into her saturated folds, stroking her lightly, infuriatingly teasing her.

"Please, Noah. Fuck me." She knew every button to push…and she pushed them without remorse. Her need made him insane and her begging made him come undone.

"Mine," the feral word ripped from his throat as he grasped his cock. He plunged into her welcoming, wet channel with a hard thrust. He spread her legs wide and buried himself to his balls, grabbing her hips to pull them up to meet his hard entry.

Grace let out a strangled cry of satisfaction as they joined. Noah filled her so completely. He stretched her, forcing her channel to expand and accept him.

He started a heated, rapid pace as his cock slid in and out of her needy channel. Their mating was insane and desperate, both of them completely abandoned and incredibly needy, savoring the volatile nature of their joining.

Noah’s strokes were deep, their skin meeting with a violent force. She whimpered his name as she slammed her hips back against him. Her fists clenched the pillow, her body rocking with every powerful entry.

Grace could feel her climax building. A scream caught in her throat, coming out as a raspy wail as her orgasm hit full-force. Her channel walls clenched as she flooded Noah's cock with her hot cream. She could feel herself contracting and releasing, massaging his furiously pumping cock.

His body came down to cover hers and suddenly, shockingly, she felt the sharp bite of his teeth on her shoulder. The pain was fleeting before she was flooded with an erotic pleasure that flowed through her being. Their joining was erotic and chaotic. She could feel them binding together, becoming one.

Noah howled and threw his head back. His cry was long and loud, proclaiming his victory and her surrender. He pulled her hips flush against his as he released his hot seed deep within her womb with a growl, “Mine.”

Grace collapsed on the bed, her face flushed and her breathing ragged. Noah dropped next her and pulled her tightly against him. He buried his face in her hair, inhaling and exhaling deeply as he held her. They stayed just like that until their senses returned and their breathing and heart rates quieted.

"Holy shit!" Noah groaned softly.

Grace snuggled into his warmth, knowing exactly what was in his head. She couldn't think of the words to express how she felt, but Noah already knew, already sensed her emotions.

"I love you, Noah." She settled for the words that tumbled from her mouth without thinking.

He held her tightly, his arms trembling. "I love you so much it might kill me, Grace."

She smiled softly and pulled back to meet his eyes. "I think not. I want you with me forever. Although I might challenge you occasionally."

He gave her a wolfish grin. "You know I love a challenge."

"I know. I doubt you'll be disappointed." She told him with a knowing smile.

“Mine.” He ran his hand over the marking on her shoulder. "You are a miracle, Grace. You could never disappoint me," he told her sincerely.

Grace kissed him tenderly. She knew he wouldn't always see her as a miracle. They would fight because he was a born alpha and she had a stubborn streak. Sometimes she would give him his way because she understood his nature…and sometimes she would push back.

But they would love. Fiercely and deeply. She could feel the connection between them, invisible threads that would never allow them to part.

She snuggled back into his body, happier and more complete than she had ever been. She had Noah...and neither of them would ever be lonely again.

They both fell asleep with a smile on their lips and wrapped up in each other’s arms. The werewolf and his mate, two halves of one whole, were finally complete.

~The End~