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Mick had tasted Faith’s lips, but he wanted more. His beast was riled within him, demanding that they claim her, and not only because there was some big bear shifter on pack land that had said he was her boyfriend.

Damn, boyfriend.

Once he’d had the thought, then he couldn’t seem to shake it from his mind. His body might have been full steam ahead, and he slapped his hands against her backside and lifted her body up his, putting her back against the nearest wall and feeling her hot covered sex against his naked hard length, but that one word kept dinging around his mind.

Boyfriend.

“Faith…” Mick broke from her lips and looked down into her dazed and confused eyed.

“What?” she hissed, eager to start again where they had left off.

“Wait, just…” he growled.

“Wait?” she yanked her head back on her neck and hit the back of her head against the wall. “Now you wanna play coy?”

“No, hell no!” he growled out. That was the last thing on earth that he wanted, and yet he couldn’t seem to shake the need to know.

“Then, hello?” Faith eyed him like he’d grown another head.

“Your boyfriend,” Mick growled.

He felt torn between the urge to mate her or go and dance on the bear shifter’s grave. Do a jig. Make it a celebration to remember.

“What about you?”

“Not me-boyfriend – him-boyfriend,” he growled. “That damn bear.”

“Remy?” Faith chuckled.

“Not funny, not even close,” Mick growled harder.

“And they say bears are bad mood…”

“Not the right time,” Mick growled.

“Too soon?”

“Oh yeah!”

“Ok, look,” Faith slapped her hands down on his shoulders and tried to resist the urge to squeeze those muscles, she didn’t win the fight, and her fingers curled into them.

“Go on,” he urged.

“Right,” she said, distracted by his damn muscles. “I’m going to go and get you a tampon…”

“Faith,” he bit out, annoyed.

“Tissue? Lipstick?” she grinned.

“Seriously not funny.”

“Not even a little bit?” she babied him.

“The bear,” Mick growled.

“Is downstairs probably shitting in the woods as we speak,” said teased and he groaned. “Now, you can waste your time going out there and picking up in whichever round it was of the fight, or you can mate with me.”

“I…” his eyes roamed around the area.

“You’re thinking about it?” Faith hissed.

“Nope,” he shook his head, but she could still see it in his eyes. He was considering it alright.

“Wow, no words,” she bit out. “Put me down.”

“W-hat?” Mick didn’t like that idea.

“Go on, put me down and go beat the poor guy…”

“Poor guy?” Mick growled back, doing as she asked and gently easing her down to her feet.

“He is not now, nor has he ever been my damn boyfriend,” Faith bit out.

“Well, why didn’t you just say that then?” Mick grumbled back.

“I did, at the woods, but you obviously weren’t listening.”

“Was too.”

“Was not.”

“Yes, I was.”

“Then you didn’t believe your own mate,” Faith tossed back, with a victory arch to her eyebrows, and Mick squinted at her.

“That was a trick,” he grumbled.

“I refuse to answer on the grounds that it…”

Mick brought his lips down on hers and silenced her. She had to admit; it was the best way that anyone had ever shut her up before.

Six foot four of solid hard muscle and Faith had the urge to climb back up his body and wrap herself around him. His tongue tasted like toothpaste, and his body smelled like soap, still wet from his shower, and as naked as she needed him to be.

Faith’s hands were already exploring his muscles, and his hands were roaming, but it felt as if he was holding himself back. She didn’t want that.

She wanted to know the passion that he had for her. The passion that rolled through him like the heady, hungry growl that she could feel within his chest as her breasts were crushed against it and her taut nipples felt the vibrations that echoed from his body to hers.

Faith ran her hands down his back, over the curve over his backside, and cupped a hard cheek in each hand – then she squeezed as she pressed her body as close as she could get to his. The growl that she got in return sent a shockwave of excitement through her.

Mick snatched her up from the floor, and she was right back where she wanted to be with her legs wrapped around his hips and her sex pressed against the hard length of his cock, and her back to the wall.

She dug her fingernails into his backside, and his head snatched back from hers.

“Don’t tease me, Faith…” Mick growled out the warning.

Mine…

“I don’t tease, Mick. When I want something I say I want it,” Faith sounded breathless, even to her own ears.

“Then say it,” Mick gave a hungry growl. Man and beast in complete agreement about wanting her more than life itself.

Faith didn’t move an inch, even though she had an urge to rock her hips against his cock. She knew what he needed to hear.

“Mine…”

“You bet your ass I am,” Mick growled back with the kind of devastatingly handsome smile that made her heart flop and her womb beg for mercy.

“Show me,” Faith said, bringing her lips just a breath away from his.

“You sure you can handle my wild side, witch?” Mick’s grin turned wolfish, and her womb kicked her in the backside.

“Let’s find out,” she challenged him with her eyes and her tone, and Mick’s beast went wild within him.

He claimed her lips like a starving man feasted at a banquet. There was no tempting, no teasing, just an all-out assault that left her mind spinning and her body begging for more.

Mick had a need to bury his cock deep and take her for the ride of her life, but she was his mate, and this was his claiming. He needed to love her right until he couldn’t hold back that wildness a moment longer.

There was one thing he couldn’t control – the need to have her naked. His hips held her in place against the wall, and his hands fisted her shirt and ripped it clean down the middle. Faith snatched her lips from his on a chuckle of disbelief.

“This is your sister’s shirt,” she giggled.

“I’ll buy her one in every color,” Mick growled out with the kind of wolfish grin that made her not give a damn if he set the damn house on fire around them. She wanted him.

Mine…

Like Mick needed his beast to state their claim. Faith was his, and he was going to have her, all of her, know every inch before he let her back out of his bedroom.

He’d love her right and love her long, but right then, he needed to lick her from head to toe, and everything in between was his for the loving.

Faith gave a little squeal as he spun her away from the wall and stalked with her still wrapped around his him towards the bed. The damn bed had never looked so good to him before.

His knee dug into the mattress, and he took her beneath him, right where he needed her to be. He was a man on a mission, and that mission was to know her.

He kissed her hard and ripped the clothes from her body, stripping her naked and reveling in the skin on skin contact. His hands caught her wrists, and he pushed them down against the mattress as he started a detailed devouring of her body.

Faith might have wriggled and mewed for something different, but a mate had needs, and his need was to touch every part of her. He turned her on the bed and learned the curve of her back with his tongue.

His blunt teeth nipped the rounded cheeks of her backside, and when he flipped her onto her back again – there he was, between her open thighs, more than ready to devour her sex.

Faith wasn’t expecting what came next. Sure, he might have started with one long, slow lick of her sex, but then he devoured her in a way that sent her wild with desire and need, and she got as close to insanity as she’d ever wanted to be.

In truth, she wasn’t sure if she wanted to rip his head from his neck and berate him, or just wave the white flag and let him love her over and over again. Not that she had much choice. Not with those big hands holding her hips right where he wanted her as he feasted against her.

By the time that she’d decided to rip his damn tongue out of his head and toss it back at him – he was climbing over her body on his hands and knees. His black eyes were locked and loaded on her – every muscle moved under his skin, and the growl matched the predator that she knew him to be.

He was fired with the need to have her around his cock, and when her gaze flicked down his muscled body to the thick, hard length that hung low away from his flat stomach – it was as if she’d reached out and touched it.

When Faith lifted her hands to reach for him, he caught her wrists and pushed them up over her head. If she touched him then he might break, go wild, and he wasn’t ready for that, and neither was she.

“Someone’s dominance gene is pushing to the front,” Faith gave him a wicked grin that made his cock even hungrier for her.

“I don’t wanna hurt you, sweetheart,” Mick growled.

He needed to know that her body could handle what he had to give before he thrust to the damn hilt and hurt her in a way that he couldn’t take back.

“You were made for me, Mick. I don’t think fate would have messed up that part,” she beamed him a mischievous smile that lit her eyes with wickedness and made him hungrier than hell for her.

“Let’s not test that theory,” Mick growled.

His cock was already pushing against her hot wet channel, and her body welcomed him inside.

Tightness sheathed his hard length from the satin walls of her channel, and she deliberately squeezed her inner muscles around his cock, driving him to the point where he wanted to thrust home.