Finding His Mate – Bare Bites Read online Aria Cole, Mila Crawford

Categories Genre: Erotic, Fantasy/Sci-fi, Romance Tags Authors: ,
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Total pages in book: 23
Estimated words: 21098 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 105(@200wpm)___ 84(@250wpm)___ 70(@300wpm)
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“But I could have been better. I’m so ashamed. And the sad part is, I’m not sure I would feel like this had I not bonded with you,” he admitted, burying his face deeper in my chest by pulling me closer with his strong arms.

“It doesn’t matter anymore. The past is the past,” I said, threading my fingers in his hair. I tugged his hair, forcing his head up, so that I could look in his eyes. “You’re my mate. We’re a team now.”

My words seemed to ignite something in Brett. The sadness was suddenly gone, his eyes a feral gold color, letting me know the Wolf was there and present. For a shifter, being with their mate sexually was a need. It wasn’t just about sex, it was about connection. But for a man, a man who had never been with anyone before, it was the beginning of bliss.

“Have you been with anyone before?” He asked me, his voice a full rasp, almost a growl.

“No. I’ve never wanted to until I met you. I guess that part about me is a Bear too,” I said with a coy smile.

Brett kicked back the chair, grabbing me in his arms and crushing my lips forcibly as he crashed us into the wall. “Did that hurt you?” He mumbled against my skin.

“No. I won’t break. I’m much stronger than the average human female.”

“Good,” he said, and I could feel his smile pressed against the hollow of my neck. “Because I plan on ravaging every last inch of you.”

Chapter 4

Brett

She was ecstasy in the form of a woman.

The way her body had yielded to mine, lips opening and taking me in, welcoming me with those breathy little sighs that made my cock leak and pound, desperate with the need to be completely consumed by her in every single way, taking complete control of me. I needed to bond with her, my mate. Her scent embedded itself in my skin, so deep that I had no idea where she ended and I began. She was entwined with my DNA, she was mine. For the first time I knew what true, possessive desire was. Shayla was the only thing that mattered now. She was my whole life, my whole world. She was everything. I wanted her more than I needed air. To taste, to touch, to devour. All I wanted in the entire world was her. I wanted to be lost in her warmth, her love, her body.

She made me feel so weak and so powerful in the same instance, she gave me life. She was born to be mine and I was born to be hers and hers forever.

My mind raced through the past few minutes, replaying it like a television caught in an infinite loop, blood doubling in my veins by volume, the familiar expansiveness settled into my cells, alive and burning with the need to be buried deep inside of my mate. My chest swelled and my cock hardened, as I struggled with the animal inside. The need to take her, ravage her, until we were both satiated was so overwhelming that it left me paralyzed with need. I had never realized how strong the mating bond actually was until Shayla. From the moment I saw her I knew that this woman would be my entire world. I wasn’t going through the motions anymore, a man filled with anger and hate. From the second she stepped into the darkness of my life, she became my light, she saved me. She gave me life.

A deep breath brought thousands of aromas, a mix of despair and arousal, loathing and desperation, the pheromones and perfumes and chemicals all mingling into a kind of madness, overridden by one scent: her.

“My heart was safer in hibernation,” I uttered at her ear, the ragged notes of my voice strangled by the incessant throbbing of my crotch. My muscles turned rigid, joints beginning to loosen as tendons slid and stretched to make way for the flush of blood and oxygen. The pain was a sort of pressure that came with the territory, but even that suddenly mellowed in comparison to my need for her. “My mate.”

My lungs filled with desire and her scent, nose detecting every deliciously aroused atom of her tantalizing body. Just the barest hint of her taste on the edge of my lips from the kiss, an erotic tease.

I was a starved man and she was all mine and mine alone.

I throbbed for her, every feather-light touch of her skin like a whisper from her lips. Rock hard and straining for release, my cock ached to be in her. Rubbing against that sweet swell of her lush ass had been torture. A pleasant torture that made me obsessed with being buried in her wet heat, her body screaming my name, her face flushed with the raw sexual knowledge that only my hands, my mouth, my body could provide.



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