SLOAN
~I wonder what it would feel like to be inside of her.~
~â¦How it would feel to have the walls of her sex hug my member.~
~I bet sheâs unlike any woman Iâve ever been with.~
Sloan sat behind his desk in the den, staring blankly at his computer. It had been three days since Myra was discharged from the clinic, and heâd whisked her straight to his house.
That was mistake number one.
Heâd heard about male shifters becoming overly protective of their females once they agreed to the mating match. This was evident when Sloan pigheadedly set Myra up in his bedroom.
That was mistake number two.
Furthermore, he was glad heâd had the foresight to get a whole new bed while she was still in the clinic. He didnât want Myra in the same bed where heâd had other women.
Heâd also had his personal shopper organize a new wardrobe for Myra, which now shared space in his closet.
But mistake number three was insisting on waiting until Sunday to claim her. From the moment sheâd opened her eyes three days ago, Sloan had found it hard to be more than two feet away from her.
It only got worse with her sleeping in his bed without him. He now felt like he was a glutton for punishment. Each night, he folded his six-foot-four frame uncomfortably onto the settee.
His discomfort was paired with her scent invading his dreams, which caused him to wake up with painful morning wood.
He couldnât stop staring at her whenever she walked past him. He couldnât stop fantasizing about what he could do to her body once he finally got his hands on it.
It had gotten so bad that he was now getting hard just from listening to the sounds she made in her sleep.
Last night, heâd ended up on the couch in the den, where he tossed and turned all night. Heâd rolled off a couple of times.
He thought sleeping there would help curb his hunger for his female. But the more he tried, the harder he found it to resist the urge to fuck her brains out.
Sunday couldnât come fast enough.
Tristan came in and deposited some papers on the desk in front of him, but Sloan couldnât concentrate.
Myra had just excused herself for the fourth time today, and Sloan suspected sheâd gone to take another cold shower. He was secretly glad she was also feeling the same sexual frustration.
But each time she returned glistening from the shower, smelling of fresh vanilla soap, he craved her more. He found himself staring at her, but that only heightened her arousal, causing her to repeat the process.
Today, the household was once again buzzing like a busy hive as different members helped organize and prepare for the claiming ceremony, an event that, to shifters, was the equivalent of a traditional wedding ceremony.
The kitchens contained a wide array of food items needed for the feast, which would occur after the ceremony.
The gardens were being transformed into a brideâs dream. Only the lights still needed to be incorporated. A company would be coming tomorrow to complete that task.
Additionally, an elder from the council would be visiting soon to go over the ceremony and its proceedings.
Sloan wasnât sure he could make it till Sunday.
Heâd never had to wait like this for any female. And while his beautiful little vixen was definitely worth waiting for, he wasnât sure he could take it.
He imagined what would happen if the elders arrived to see the swollen mating mark already glistening on his mateâs exposed neck.
~What would the elders say to him then?~ If he couldnât keep his wolf at bay for less than a week, what did that say about him as an alpha?
Part of him didnât care, the same part of him that was suddenly getting very aroused.
But another part of him was fighting his wolfâs desires. He couldnât mark her until the ceremony. That was law among the packs, a sign of respect.
And his beautiful future omega definitely deserved all the respect in the world.
He tried desperately to turn his thoughts back to the business at hand.
He could do it. He could make it to Sunday.
At least he hoped he could.
***
Sloan was too consumed by his internal struggles to notice Myra entering the room or the telltale sound of the doorâs lock engaging.
It was the intoxicating fragrance of vanilla and her soft voice that got his attention.
âSloan?â
He looked up at her, and his mouth hung open. Myra was dressed in a short, blue floral spring dress.
His eyes drifted down to her exposed legs.
What he wouldnât give to part them right now.
~âFuck me,â~ he thought. It was that rare moment when he let his guard down and opened his thoughts to her.
~âGladly.â~ She smiled as she repeated his comment from the clinic days ago.
âMyra, youâre playing with fire.â
âIâve always liked it hot,â she teased as she rounded his desk.
Sloan leaned back in his chair, creating just enough space for her to fit between him and the desk.
âIt just occurred to me, itâs been three days since we agreed to claim each other as mates, and I know your scent intimately. But I donât know what you taste like. What if weâre not compatible?â
Sloan smirked, and his hand snaked up her bare legs.
âIâm not comfortable with other males seeing you in this dress,â he said, licking his lips.
Myraâs fingers raked through his hair, pulling his head back, allowing his eyes to clash with hers. All he saw was pure unadulterated lust staring back at him.
Her honey-colored eyes brightened and changed with arousal.
âCold showers were not enough, I see?â
She bit her lip and shook her head. She hitched up her dress and straddled his lap. She then caged him in by locking her arms over his shoulders and continued gazing into his eyes.
She licked her lips as Sloan grabbed hold of her ass through her dress and yanked her roughly toward him. The shock of her sex grinding against his hardening member caused Myra to gasp.
âJust a little taste, please?â She leaned in and laid butterfly-soft kisses against his lips.
~You can make it until Sunday.~
~You have to make it until Sunday.~
But her lips were so soft and sweet. Sloan felt the last bit of his self-respect and honor disappear.
~â¦Sunday.~
~â¦Sunday.~
Then something clicked into place in his head.
âFuck it.â
He slammed his lips onto hers, and his wolf howled with joy. It was simply perfect. His tongue danced with hers as her grip tightened in his hair.
She moaned in his mouth as she rubbed herself against the fly of his pants.
His hardening cock was screaming to be released and bury itself deep inside her, so deep that neither of them would know where one began and the other ended.
They broke apart briefly to gaze at each other.
âYouâre perfect,â Sloan whispered in her ear.
âI want more,â she purred.
Sloan growled as he attacked her swollen lips again. His hands kneaded her ass as she ground harder on his cock. Her soft moans fed his need to have more of her.
He peppered kisses down her chin and settled on the curve of her neck. His lips ran over her pulse, and he pulled the delicate skin into his mouth, licking the throbbing beat.
The rational side of him was telling him to end this now before it was too late. But they were both nearing the point of no return.
He reached down between her legs andâ¦
âFuck. Myra, youâre not wearing any panties?â
He released her neck, and the red mark heâd created glowed against her caramel skin.
âToo restrictive,â she muttered, biting her lower lip.
âWe should stop.â Sloan decided to try being rational one last time.
Myra shook her head as she reached behind her back and loosened the strings at the back of her dress. She then pulled the sleeves down, exposing her shoulders and the top part of her breasts.
Then she pushed him back into his chair and leaned in to whisper in his ear.
The closer she got, the stronger the scent of her arousal permeated his nostrils, erasing all rational thought from his mind.
âWeâre not stopping. I want you to claim me. Right here. Right now.â