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Doug lowered his mate down from his shoulder, keeping every inch of her that he could pressed against his hard body, and torturing himself in the process.

Mine…

Saffy’s eyes were alive with amusement and excitement as she stared at him, just a slight tip backward of her head had brought her eyes to his, and her lips had become even more accessible. He resisted the urge to kiss her.

“Be mine, Saffy.”

The underlying growl that rolled through his chest and caught in his throat was unavoidable. His beast wanted out to claim their mate.

“I kind of expected you to toss me on the bed and have your wicked way with me,” Saffy couldn’t help but chuckle like a schoolgirl. The excitement within her was almost too much to bear.

“Disappointed?” Doug grinned from ear to ear in one of those sexy smiles that made her heart race for the finish line.

“Maybe a little,” Saffy giggled again as if she’d told a secret that wasn’t supposed to be shared with him.

Doug could barely contain the hungry growl that rumbled through his chest. He was also having a hard time keeping a leash on his beast.

She was tempting him more than words could ever have conveyed. He wanted his mate, and he wanted now — but he had to be sure.

“Tell me that you’re mine,” Doug growled long and hard at the thought of it.

Mine…

“And what do I get out of it?” Saffy teased him with mischief in her eyes and a smile that challenged him to come up with the goods.

“I promise to always be the best man I can when I’m with you. I may fail on occasion — but, just having you within my arms will make me try harder every time. I want us to be a family — to love you like no one else ever could — to have pups with you and watch them grow to find their own mates,” Doug kept a steely eye on her reactions.

She looked somewhat dreamy eyed and mesmerized — he guessed that was a good thing.

“Oh, you’re good.” She gave over to nervous giggles, but inside she was melting just a little too much, and sighing over his words.

“I don’t do hearts and flowers…” Doug started to explain with what sounded like an apologetic tone.

“That sounded pretty much like hearts and flowers to me,” Saffy giggled again. “You’re just one big softy, aren’t you?”

Min… Doug’s beast had a Scooby Doo moment.

Doug looked like a goldfish in a bowl. His mouth opened and closed, but no sound came out.

His eyes were practically swiveling within his head at the meaning of her words, and his beast wasn’t best pleased either.

“Lost for words, alpha?” Saffy chuckled.

Doug opened his mouth, and all that came out was a grunt. He narrowed his eyes at her, took a moment, and then kissed her like she’d never been kissed before.

Mine…!

To say that Saffy was swept up in the moment would have been an understatement. Her mate literally swept her off her feet as he kissed her to oblivion and took her into his strong arms.

She was somewhat aware that her world had tipped, and when she felt the mattress at her back a part of her brain recognized why.

Doug’s body was all around her, caging her in, and sending the right kind of signals to every inch of her body.

Saffy had to wonder if she had a little she-witch that lived inside of her like his wolf did with him because something was screaming inside of her body, mind, and soul to mate with him. Every inch of her was more than aware of every inch of him.

Saffy’s hands had a mind of their own; they wanted to touch, they wanted to get under his clothes and run over the smooth skin that covered his hard muscles. They wanted to squeeze, test those muscles, and claim every inch of his body.

Boy, the man could kiss. If kissing was an Olympic sport, then he would be a gold medallist.

Her toes were curling, and she’d never had curling toes before. But she liked it.

Everything was different. He felt different, and it wasn’t just because he was shifter — it was because he her mate.

Saffy didn’t actually realize that he’d stopped kissing her until he growled out a bunch of words against her lips. It took her mind a moment to realise that he was asking a question, a moment or two more, and a repeat of those words for them to sink in.

“Tell me you’re mine, Saffy,” Doug growled. Begged.

Mine…

He needed to hear that. He needed his mate.

His beast was clawing and scratching within him to break free, and he held the beast at bay, but for how long he couldn’t be sure.

He didn’t want to rush her. He didn’t want to put any kind of pressure on her, but he needed to either back off or be able to go full steam ahead.

Boy, did he like the idea of going full steam ahead.

Mine…

“Yes — I’m yours,” Saffy said, delivering the words that he needed to hear.

She couldn’t walk away from her mate. Not out of some sense of guilt, but because, together they were one whole.

How could a person ever walk away from their split apart?

“I need to scent you,” Doug growled. He felt the overwhelming need to smell, taste, and touch every inch of her body.

“Sniff away,” she chuckled.

Doug didn’t need to be told twice. He dipped his head and took her scent at source.

He couldn’t resist brushing his cheek against hers, nor could he resist tasting her skin.

Her fingers curled against his back, her hips pushed up, bringing a torturous pleasure to his achingly hard cock, and all damn bets were off from that moment on.

Doug wrenched his body back from hers and his hands started to devour her clothes, yanking, ripping, tearing the fabric as he stripped her naked beneath him. Then it was his turn — and his clothes didn’t fare any better than that.

“I kind of wanted to unwrap my Christmas present myself — but okay,” Saffy chuckled as her eyes devoured his hard body.

She couldn’t get enough of the sight of him, but when she reached out to touch him, his long fingers encircled her wrists, and he pushed her hands back against the bed.

“No touching — touching leads to a loss of control — and…”

“You say that like it’s a bad thing,” she grinned like a she-demon about to devour her prey. He liked the idea of being prey.

Doug gave one hard grant, as if someone slapped him around the back of the head, and forced his body into action. Then he was kissing her again, but only for a moment before his lips moved downward, over her body, and he devoured her breasts.

Saffy couldn’t control the upward thrust of her hips. They were being pulled upwards by his actions. Every time that he sucked hard against her nipples, his teeth scratching at the skin, promising to bite, and that deviously sinful tongue of his played over the hard bud – so her hips slammed up, and she felt the hard press of his cock against her stomach.

That wasn’t where she needed it to be. Her inner muscles were clenching and releasing in the hopes of finding him there. She felt empty.

“I hate to rush you — but can we step this up,” Saffy begged.

Doug growled long and hard. There was a part of him that didn’t want to rush, a part that wanted to know every single inch of her body from head to toe, and then there was the part that wanted exactly the same as she did.

He trailed kisses down her body, over her outer thighs, and licked up her inner thigh toward a scent that was heaven to his nose. It called to him — her very essence begged him to taste, to devour her sex — and he did just that.

Saffy had no other choice but to hold on for the wild ride. When she’d asked him to step things up that hadn’t been what she’d had in mind.

Her inner muscles still clenched and released, hoping to find him there, but instead, she reveled in the feel of his tongue, his fingers inside of her, alternating that sense of pleasure between her inner walls and the very sensitive nub of flesh that took her towards her first orgasm.

And what a heady, frustrating, moreish, release it was. The first wave of pleasure hit her hard, then wave after wave-battered her senses, and all the while he kept going, touching, tasting, devouring her with a passion like she’d never know.

That was the frustrating part. She just needed a moment to breathe – to collect herself – and to plead her case for having him inside of her, but he just kept going.

“I will hurt you!” She didn’t even realize that she’d said the words out loud until all feverish activity had stopped.

Saffy snapped open her eyelids and stared down at the alpha who was giving her a curious look. She panted in a breath and tried hard to push out more words.