The city lights were far behind us as we sped down the dark highway on Terry’s Harley. I was more excited than I’d ever been before. I felt like Rapunzel or Sleeping Beauty, but the prince version, who’d been locked up in a tower for his entire life and then rescued by a valiant knight come to save me.

And now I was speeding away on his bike, leaving my oppressive life and family behind, on my way to a brand new future with my fated mate.

I can’t believe it, I thought as I clutched Terry tight around his strong waist. He had a body of a guy you’d put on a poster to market workout supplements or something. I could hardly believe such an Adonis alpha would even be interested in me, let alone be destined to be with me forever.

He’d taken me, he’d fucked me silly and he’d put his seed inside me. If everything went according to plan, that seed would turn into a baby, and that baby would turn into a beautiful child for us. Just like us on his motorcycle, things were moving fast—almost too fast to comprehend. And I loved it.

We’d been driving a while when he finally started to slow down.

Cedarville. That was the exit. I’d never been there before, but by the looks of things, there really wasn’t much of a town to speak of. We passed a gas station and a general store, then Terry swung the bike down a side road and onto a dirt drive. It was long, and soon we were passing fields of vegetation and freshly planted crops. A couple of greenhouses whizzed by as we sped on.

He lives on a farm, I thought. That made sense. The boots, the work jeans—the strong callused hands.

Finally, a small house came into view. A new addition had been added onto one side. It wasn’t much, but it had charm and I could tell that the people who were working on it had done so with love. Terry pulled up and parked by a cobblestone walkway and switched off the bike.

“Home sweet home, baby,” he joked as he hopped off the bike. I moved to get off beside him, but to my surprise, he grabbed me by the waist and lifted me easily into his arms.

“Are you going to carry me across the threshold?” I asked him. “Like a new bride?”

“You’re goddamn right,” he chuckled as he walked towards the house. Holding me easily with one arm, he opened the door and stepped inside.

The house was quiet and dark, except for a single small light in the corner of the kitchen that lay across the living room. Terry took a left and brought me down a hall with rooms on either side.

“Part of a pack?” I asked him as he made his way to the last door on the right.

“A small one,” he replied. “But we’re growing.”

He opened a door and I instantly knew it was his. His scent was absolutely everywhere. It was like being carried into a dream.

The room was sparse—a bed, a small side table with a lamp, a dresser and a closet. Compared to my ultra-modern, expensive downtown apartment, it was humble. I knew my family would immediately turn up their nose at it, which only made me love the place even more.

Terry set me down on the bed and I immediately stretched my arms above my head, laying my body out for him to admire. Somehow, I was still horny, even after what had happened in the stairwell.

Is this what it’s like? I thought, gazing up at my fated mate as he closed the door behind us and set his cowboy hat down on the dresser. He ran his hand through his long blonde hair, looking down at me like some incredible Viking surfer, and pulled his shirt off over his head.

“Goddamn,” I said as I admired his physique. The only light in the room came from the small lamp beside the table, which cast a soft orange glow over his muscles. “It’s like God made you for me.”

“He did,” Terry replied with a grin that turned my heart to warm tomato soup. I tilted my head back to accept his kiss as he climbed onto the bed above me. His lips were made for mine, and I felt a surge of lust run through me, causing my back to arch and press my body against his.

“Are you—are you hard again?” I asked him, feeling the bulge in his pants pressing against mine.

His only reply was a cocky smile that stoked the embers within me, starting another fire between us. I tilted my hips back to make room between us, and as he pressed his tongue into my mouth, I slid my hand into his pants.

I knew how big he was, but simply feeling it in there, getting my hand around it, was a shock again. How did he even get that into his jeans? I couldn’t imagine what kind of trouble he’d be in if he ever popped a boner in public.

Quickly, I undid his pants and pulled then down to his knees. He wriggled the rest of the way out of them and pressed his body against mine, laying the weight of his dick against my stomach.

“Fuck,” I whispered, breaking our kiss so I could look down at his massive alpha cock that had stretched me wide open earlier. Using two hands, I began stroking him and within seconds he was at full arousal.

“So veiny,” I teased him, tracing a large vein that ran up the length of his shaft.

“You get my blood pumping,” he whispered back as he pulled my shorts off. I gasped as he grabbed my hair and pulled my head back. Getting onto his knees, he raised himself up over me so he was straddling my face. His cock hung over me like a long, thick, steel beam, a triumphant demonstration of his masculinity. Then, he lowered himself slightly.

“Open,” he demanded. I obeyed. He placed his balls into my mouth, both of them, then took one of my hands and moved it to his cock. “Suck them while you jerk me off.”

Again, it was like being transported into the world’s greatest porno film. I did as I was told and felt my own cock swell to its full size as I serviced him. I couldn’t think of anything beyond the cum that was forming in him at that moment—cum he would fill me with again and again. I’d never be able to get enough of it.

“Fuck, that’s good!” His cock flexed above me, producing a drop of pre-cum. All it made me think of was the enormous load he’d shot inside me earlier, and I felt my slick flowing as my body readied itself for him.

“You want me to fuck you again?” He asked me.

If that’s not the most rhetorical thing I’ve ever heard!

I nodded eagerly, his balls still in my mouth, filling up with the sweet seed he was about to give to me.

“Yeah?” He asked as I stroked his cock. More pre-cum spilled out and dripped down onto my face. If my mouth hadn’t already been full, I would have opened it to taste it.

He was hard—I was hard. My body was crying out for him. I begged for his cock with my eyes as I looked at him. He raised himself up, pulling his balls from my mouth, and quickly slapped his cock against my outstretched tongue. The taste of his pre-cum inflamed me more. I was desperate for him to take me, and he knew it.

“Roll over,” he told me, but I was never given a chance to obey. His strong hands gripped my hips and spun me around so I was lying flat on the bed beneath him. Placing his knees between my legs, he spread me open. I felt the air on my puckered hole and knew where he was looking, and as he pressed the tip of his cock against me, I took a deep breath.

“Fuck me, Terry,” I whispered. “I’m yours.”