Her Primal Mate (Badlands Territory #1) Read Online Jenika Snow

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Fantasy/Sci-fi, Insta-Love, Paranormal, Romance, Virgin Tags Authors: Series: Badlands Territory Series by Jenika Snow
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Total pages in book: 26
Estimated words: 23597 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 118(@200wpm)___ 94(@250wpm)___ 79(@300wpm)
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My mate. He was here.

A gasp left me, and I searched the bar, feeling him, scenting him, letting that smell move into my lungs.

I couldn’t breathe, couldn't think.

I felt it—him—in my blood. My heat spiked violently in me, stronger than it ever had been. My body knew the only thing that could ease it, sate this hunger, was close by. My breasts felt even fuller, my nipples aching as they stabbed painfully against my bra. My pussy tingled, my clit throbbing in time with my pulse.

Slowly turning around, I scanned the bar but didn’t see anyone who would cause this reaction in me. I didn’t see my mate. And then the front door opened, and the biggest male I’d ever seen walked in.

I inhaled again. Polar bear.

He stepped inside, and I took note that everyone seemed to take note of him. He was massive, well over six-and-a-half-feet tall, muscles upon muscles stacked under his golden flesh. He wore a dark-gray T-shirt that was stretched over his broad shoulders and wide chest. The fabric looked stretched to capacity, like it could easily tear with just a flex of his bicep.

His jeans were worn and dark, his thighs so thick they were easily double the size of mine. His boots were black, scuffed. I let my gaze slowly rake back up his body. He had this scowl on his face as he looked around. There were a few human females dancing close by, their beer sloshing over the rims of their cups as they tried to get his attention, their moves sexually suggestive. But he paid them no mind.

He was just so dominant that it poured off him as if his body couldn’t even contain it all.

All that testosterone, all that masculinity… it was too much for me to take in.

And he’s mine.

I clenched my thighs together, a fresh wave of wetness spilling from me. My body knew it needed to prepare for a male like that. No doubt his cock was massive, so thick it would hurt when he pushed into me, even if I weren’t a virgin. And because my thoughts had gone in the gutter, I looked down at his crotch, my eyes widening as I saw the impressive bulge behind the fly of his jeans. He wasn’t even hard, yet I could tell his cock would be monstrous.

I’d never felt like this before. Maybe it was heightened because of my heat, or maybe I would have felt like this regardless, because I'd just found my mate?

Either way, it was the most sensual, erotic sensation I’d ever felt in my life, and I never wanted it to leave.

3

Kasias

I looked around the bar, not sure why the fuck I decided to come to town. I needed liquor and beer, my stash low but not low enough I had to be here. I knew the owner of Ginny’s, got a good deal on cases, which was all I got so I didn’t have to come to fucking town more than I had to. But I certainly didn’t need to come tonight. Yet I’d felt this pull, this inner voice telling me I did have to come to town.

My polar bear had started to grow restless, the antsy, impatient fucker, so here I was, having to deal with fucking people.

I curled my lip in disgust as I looked around the bar.

I inhaled and took note of the scents. Humans and shifters mingled, the scent of spilled beer, sweat, lust, and the promise of sex filling the air.

It fucking disgusted me. The sooner I got my shit, the sooner I could go back to my cabin and get away from everyone.

I wasn’t a “people person.” I preferred my solitude. I craved it. Being out here, amongst people, drained my energy and put me in a foul fucking mood. I was happy—or as happy as a fucking polar bear shifter like me could be—living off the land, hunting for my food, and selling my custom wood carvings and furniture. It allowed me to live my life in peace.

I didn’t want anyone or anything. I didn’t need anything or anyone.

A few human females danced sexually in front of me, and it was obvious they wanted my attention. They were also drunk, spilling beer everywhere, which heightened the alcohol scent in my nose.

They’d never be what I wanted or needed.

I needed to go to the bar and tell Tally, the bartender, to get my shit so I could get out of here. She was tolerable, because she didn’t say much to me, usually got me my order and didn’t try to small talk with me. Not that I would have regardless, but she knew to keep her distance. Everyone in town knew to stay the fuck away for me. They were afraid of me, and rightfully so.



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