Unwanted Mate

  The unauthorized reproduction or distribution of this copyrighted work is illegal. Criminal copyright infringement (including infringement without monetary gain) is investigated by the FBI and is punishable by up to 5 years in federal prison and a fine of $250,000.

  Please purchase only authorized electronic editions and do not participate in, or encourage, the electronic piracy of copyrighted materials. Your support of the author’s rights is appreciated.

  This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are the products of the author’s imagination or used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

  Unwanted Mate

  Copyright © 2012 by Rebecca Royce

  ISBN: 978-1-61333-231-3

  Cover art by Fiona Jayde

  All rights reserved. Except for use in any review, the reproduction or utilization of this work, in whole or in part, in any form by any electronic, mechanical or other means now known or hereafter invented, is forbidden without the written permission of the publisher.

  Published by Decadent Publishing Company, LLC

  Look for us online at:

  www.decadentpublishing.com

  Other Stories in the Shifters and Bikers Series

  Bar Mate

  Mate By the Music

  Out of Place Mate

  Also by Rebecca Royce

  Another Chance

  Behind the Scenes

  Driven

  Embraced

  Eye Contact

  I’ll Be Mated for Christmas

  A 1Night Stand Story

  One Night With a Wolf

  A 1Night Stand Story

  Unwanted Mate

  The Edge

  by

  Rebecca Royce

  Unwanted Mate

  Gunther West’s eyes flew open. Something had awakened him, something still in the room with him. He’d gone to bed alone, but as he inhaled, his senses confirmed what his subconscious had known: a female stood in his bedroom. Not just any female either—Judy Bristol. His mate. Although she’d yet to admit it.

  The woman who filled his nights with erections he couldn’t find relief for. Maybe he dreamed still. If so, all he’d have to do is get up and shove himself in her sweet little pussy and warm up inside of her.

  “After two years, have you finally come to fuck me?”

  She quivered in the darkness, grief flowing from her. “Denise died and it’s my fault.”

  He sat up, the sheet falling. To his canine senses, her scent tasted sour and wrong, and her pulse beat too fast. Damn it, he’d been so fucking horny from the first moment he’d smelled her, he hadn’t noticed her sadness. He could not feel any illness, just distress. His inner wolf raged to make things better for her even as he calmed himself. It would do him no good to scare her off. She didn’t have a mean bone in her body, but years of learned bigotry against werewolves couldn’t be undone all at once. He had to act the gentleman, and not the wolf. Even if it killed him.

  “How did you wake up so quickly? I just stepped in the room and I didn’t make a sound.”

  “It’s a wolf thing. And you are you. I think I could scent your approach across a continent, let alone a small room. Sleep is nothing for me.” He gestured her closer. “Tell me what happened.”

  She stepped forward, and he wondered how it could be that simply by coming closer to him, she managed to increase the temperature in his bedroom by at least ten degrees. Hell, he’d be lucky if he didn’t start sweating.

  “Tell me.”

  Rather than answering, she looked away as she took another step. Dark circles marred her face.

  For Judy, she’d dressed downright conservatively. Then again, he usually saw her downstairs in his bar, dressed in biker attire, which included leather and snakeskin. Wearing jeans and a black cotton T-shirt, she looked sort of…soft. His hands clenched. He wanted to protect her even though she’d never allowed it.

  “Judy. Tell me what happened.”

  She began a slow, steady rhythm of removing all of her clothing. Not that he would ever dare to complain about her getting naked, but she’d come to him because she’d suffered a tragedy. He’d been pursuing her for years—since he’d discovered her and known them to be mates—but she’d laughingly resisted her desire for him, not wanting to give up her independence to become his other half. He suspected her upbringing played a large part in her resistance. She might not speak to her parents anymore but that didn’t mean their brand of hatred hadn’t turned part of her soul against the idea of a mating.

  She stopped moving and regarded him. “Do you like what you see?”

  The shake in her voice told him she actually worried about it. If she had ever bothered to find out what it meant to be mates, she’d have no reason to fear that he wouldn’t be attracted to her. To him, she would always be perfection embodied.

  Her bra was black and satiny, frillier than he would have expected. Tattoos of various designs covered her, separated by patches of creamy, peach-colored skin. Her dyed black hair hung straight down across her shoulders, touching the tops of her pert breasts. His cock jumped to life even as his conscience warred with him that something about her smelled wrong.

  But Jesus, he wanted to fuck her.

  “I more than like it.” He sat further up, his cock hardening to the point of pain beneath the sheet that remained over the lower half of his body. “But I’m wondering—not complaining, mind you—why you came to me. Why not go with some of your friends or to your family?”

  “I’ve been through hell today and maybe I missed you.”

  She’d been gone on a long road trip with her group. The Divas road as hard as any of the men who frequented his bar. Harder, maybe. They drove their bikes faster than they should, and although he loved a good ride himself, he couldn’t help but worry that she would end up splattered on the side of the road due to her own foolishness. Maybe that very thing had happened to Denise tonight.

  Stating his concerns had driven her from the very same room two years earlier before he’d ever managed to get her undressed. She’d not been back since. Until now.

  “I know I missed you.” He extended his hand hoping she’d move even closer and take it. Even though he offered it to her, he still felt a small amount of shock that she grasped his outstretched fingers. “Tell me what happened to Denise.”

  He brought her hands, always softer than he thought they would be considering that when she wasn’t riding motorcycles, she worked as a contractor at the never ending housing development that took place down by the river. Still, she must moisturize or do something to her hands to keep them as dainty as they felt. Someday, he’d like to know.

  “That’s good, wolf. I worried maybe I’d waited too long. Maybe you wouldn’t want me anymore.”

  Gunther shook his head. “I’ve told you. You’re my mate.”

  He reached down to rub her breasts through her bra. If she wouldn’t tell him what had happened, at least he could ease her. The action didn’t quiet his wolf’s inner howling, but at least it made him feel less ineffectual.

  “You and I both know that human-wolf matings are really rare. Most wolves can’t stand the smell of human females.”

  He sat up on his knees. “That’s a myth, a stereotype even. And not a very nice one. Look at me, woman. Do I look like a man not interested in you? Her gaze traveled lower until it felt like she’d stroked his cock. He groaned. “Why don’t you tell me what happened? I’m happy to take what you’re offering, but I’d like to know why I’m getting it. I didn’t know Denise, but I knew her to be your friend.”

  She blinked rapidly. “An accident happened.”

  He touched her nose, running his thumb down her fa
ce until he reached her chin. “Were you hurt?”

  She shook her head and he stroked her other breast. God, he wanted to bite her. Mark her. Claim her.

  “No.”

  “But Denise died and now you’re here with me.” He would fuck the information out of her if he had to.

  A tear fell from her left eye. “The whole thing happened so fast. I shouldn’t have let her go out on the second leg. We stopped for lunch, I could tell she didn’t have it in her, but she insisted she could push on to the hotel. I guess she never saw the truck when it came around the turn.”

  He could smell her despair and it ate at his soul. Judy always blamed herself for things out of her control. When she became fully his, he would make certain she ceased doing it. Even if he had to paddle her ass until she came over and over again.

  “So you came to me.”

  “I did.” She sniffed and regained her composure, her eyes returning to their usual distance from her emotions. His mate didn’t like others knowing how acutely she felt things. “But not for compassion.”

  “Then for what?”

  “For this.” She pushed her mouth hard against his. She hadn’t asked him for gentle romance—no there could be no doubt about what she wanted. His mate wanted to forget what had happened to her, and she wanted to do that by fucking him.

  He would give her what she wanted, but she would soon learn that one night with him and she would have a mate—whether she thought she wanted one or not. Although he felt certain she did. Showing up in his bedroom proved what he’d always known—she couldn’t run from his love for her forever.

  He pulled her closer against him so her nearly bare chest touched his own. She gasped and bit down on his lower lip.

  He couldn’t help the grin that crossed his face. He’d always known she would be wild in bed. Leaning down, he nipped at her neck as he placed kisses all the way to the tops of her breasts.

  “Give me more.” Her voice quivered.

  “I want to kiss you for a while.”

  She shook her head. “I don’t need kisses.”

  “Yes, you do. More than anyone I know.”

  Gunther thrust his tongue in her mouth. She gasped and he ran his hands down her arms. Her body softened against his. He could smell her pussy begging for him, her juices churning. Someday he’d stick a baby in her. For tonight, he wanted to feel her muscles grip him like a vice until neither of them could breathe.

  Slowly, he reminded himself. They had all night. She’d come to him, which meant everything.

  She liked to wear skimpy clothing so he’d seen some of her ink before. But the one at the very top of her least breast had not been one he’d previously witnessed. A warrior petting a wolf. Both images were small but intricately designed. He stopped his ministrations to stare at the handiwork. The artistic depiction looked just like him. “Judy?”

  She sighed, her skin heating up as she turned one shade closer to red. “Yes, it’s you. I had it done a few months ago. I’d been trying to stop myself from doing it for years. Finally, I gave in to the impulse.” He growled and her eyes widened. “Do you not like it?”

  She’d misinterpreted his sound. His human would have to learn to differentiate the difference in his growls. But that would have to be for another night. “I like it just fine.” He pulled her close again, rolling her beneath him. “I will have one made for myself with you on it.”

  She giggled. “But, you aren’t inked at all.”

  “That can be amended.” He planted a hard, possessive kiss on her mouth. “How did you know that Gunther meant warrior?”

  “I looked it up on the Internet. You know, that thing you hate to use.”

  “You can fix that for me, too.”

  He tugged at her bra until it snapped between his fingers. “I will buy you a new one.”

  Her breasts spread out before him, small and perfect. He wanted them. Now. Pinching the tip of her nipple, he watched as she squirmed beneath him. Her smell had altered so quickly and the cinnamon scent of her arousal made his mouth water in anticipation.

  Above all else, she always smelled like his. Judy turned on only enhanced that sensation.

  Bending over, he sucked on one of her nipples while he played with the other one.

  “I hadn’t expected this much…heat.”

  He grunted his response. She wrapped her legs around his waist. Damn it. They still had on too much clothing. He needed to claim her, to make her his own so she would know she could never run from this molten attraction between the two of them again. “Flip over.”

  Her eyes, already smoky with desire, questioned him. “What?”

  “Do it.” She rolled over and he tugged off her pants. Removing her leathers proved much harder than it should have thanks to his shaking hands. His erection pulled hard against his briefs, and he worried if she actually touched him he might spill himself immediately.

  His effort with her pants paid off as he got to view her long, shapely legs and her black satin undies. “Do you always wear satin under your bike pants?”

  She shook her head. “Almost never. I just felt like putting them on today. Sometimes I like to be girly, where no one can see it.”

  “I always know how feminine you are. Even in your tough guy get up, you are all woman to me.”

  She smelled like cinnamon and tasted like strawberries. They had always been two of his favorite foods. If she would let him, he would eat her up forever.

  Judy hadn’t expected this much pleasure from him. So far, he turned out to be a very gentle lover. She thought she might explode from the sheer beauty of his touch alone. Not what she wanted right now.

  Her friend had died just hours earlier in the most horrific, brutal accident she had ever personally witnessed. She needed him to take her so hard she couldn’t remember her name. If he kept up his gentleness, she wouldn’t be able to keep the pain away from her heart—where she didn’t dare let it take hold.

  “Are you going to put it my ass?” When he’d asked her to roll over she’d thought that his intention. Wolves liked to do it anally, or at least that’s what all the girls had been telling her for years. The male werewolves liked it hard and fast in a way that sometimes bordered on violence. She’d come to him prepared, finally, for that experience.

  “Not tonight, beautiful.” He nipped lightly on her back and pleasure surged through her veins. He had always been a walking sex bomb. “Or, at least, not until later.”

  “I thought….”

  He rubbed his stubbled chin on her back. “Stop doing that.” He stroked a finger down her spine. “Close your eyes.”

  Normally she scoffed at being told what to do. She’d had enough of that as a child growing up in her house. It felt different, however, when he did it. She wanted to comply to his small demands. Larger ones she’d have to take on a case-by-case basis, but closing her eyes she could handle.

  Letting her lids fall shut, she waited. What on earth did he have planned? Seconds ticked by like minutes until his tongue began its slow assault down her spine. She gasped as her panties got even wetter than they’d already become. How on earth could she like to be licked?

  “Taste is very important to me, mate.” His voice, always gruff from an accident he’d had as a small child, moved through her. “And you taste so amazing.”

  She swallowed, her throat suddenly dry. “What do I taste like?”

  He laughed, a low sound that made her squirm. “You smell like cinnamon, you taste like strawberries, and you belong to me.”

  “I….”

  She didn’t know what she would have said. As a werewolf, he mated. As a human, she did not. At least, she didn’t know if she could be what he wanted her to be.

  He growled again and she shivered, this time not from fear. He spent so much time acting like a human she sometimes forgot he shared his body with the soul of a wolf. At the moment, she could feel that canine prowling around near her.

  “I’m going to get you completely n
aked and then you will be mine.”

  “Yes.” She nodded, her eyes still closed. She would beg, if he wanted. Without being able to see him, every sensation became more intense.

  His tongue, slightly rough, made her shake and his hands, with the tough calluses of a guy who didn’t care about appearing refined, caused her pussy to weep.

  She heard a tear before her panties were strewn somewhere across the room. He’d ripped her bra, too. How will I ever go home with no underwear? Maybe that had been his plan.

  “Roll back over.”

  She raised an eyebrow. “With my eyes still closed?”

  “Yes.” He nipped at her ass gently. “Now.” Clearly not content to wait, he flipped her over onto her back.

  “I would have done it.”

  “Not fast enough.”

  “Bully.” She did love this part of his personality. He would never let anyone tell him he couldn’t have what he wanted. She’d known for years that his giving her space had been calculated to draw her back in. Even being aware of his plan, she’d been powerless to stop it. He’d waited long enough and she had come to him.

  He spread her legs wide. “Open your eyes now. I want to be able to look up and see you whenever I want.”

  “What if I want to touch you?”

  “Oh, believe me, I want you to. There’ll be time for that. For now, I’m still playing.”

  His wolf was very clear in his eyes at the moment. His animal stared out at her. His canine half had a playful side that demanded to be indulged.

  He inserted one finger inside of her and she lost all thought. Her muscles clenched around him demanding more. As if he could already read her body’s demands instinctually, he placed a second finger inside to join the first. Yes, she wanted this, but faster.

  “Don’t rush. We have all the time in the world.”

  She panted. “How did you know that I wanted it faster?”

  His knowing smile would be the only response she got to her question. His fingers moved inside of her as he stroked her with his other hand. In two seconds, he’d found her clit.