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“You like that idea.” I didn’t state it as a question because I knew the answer. I didn’t want her to be embarrassed… or lie. Then she’d really get a spanking and not a fun kind.

She looked away, gave a slight shrug. “There’s nothing wrong with a woman going after what she wants,” she snapped.

“Good girls like to get fucked, too. No question,” I said. “As long as you get it with me.”

“That’s why I’m here,” she replied, her gaze dropping to the front of my wet pants. I was hard. It couldn’t be hidden. When her mouth fell open because she couldn’t miss the thick length going down the inside of my thigh, my wolf preened. Yeah, that was all for her.

Except… I should put her in her own room, ensure she was safely tucked away until the road was open. That would be the gentlemanly thing to do. Usually, I was one, but right here, right now?

No fucking way. There was no doubt she was a good girl in need of a hard, thorough fucking. My wolf snarled at the possibility of her having come across someone else on the side of the road. If we’d missed her, even by a few minutes…

But we hadn’t.

She was mine, and I’d give her whatever she wanted, especially if it involved my dick. All my debating dropped away when she just stood there in the center of the room, water dripping from her. Nipples hard, eyes glued to my dick… it was as if she was waiting for it. Forme.

And then I forgot all honor. Forgot my intention to not scare her. Not to come on too strong. She was here willingly. She’d had plenty of opportunity to change her mind. The way she ogled me, she had no plans to do so.

She might not know she was my mate, but I’d sure as fuck show her.

Two steps, and I was on her, sliding my hands around her waist, tugging up the hem of her soaked t-shirt. “Let me help you with this,” I murmured, my voice three times as deep as normal.

I went slowly, in case she resisted, but she still didn’t. Yeah, she was right here with me. The little siren kept her gaze locked on mine as she lifted her arms over her head. I pulled the shirt off and let out a low curse.

Her breasts were small and perky, with dusky rose nipples that tilted up. They wouldn’t fill my palms, but she also didn’t need to wear a bra. I’d be fucking hard all the time knowing she was bare beneath her shirts. She stepped closer to me, her hands sliding under my soaked t-shirt to brush my abs. A ripple of pleasure ran through me, stronger than anything I’d felt before.

I’d spent the last twelve years searching for my mate, hoping I’d find her before I went moon mad. Why fate had made me wait until I was almost lost to it, I had no idea. Living on base was like living in a big city. There was no privacy. Nowhere to roam. Hell, nowhere to run as a wolf. I now knew she was the only one who could alleviate my growing frenzy to claim, mark and breed. It had affected my performance on base, making my ever growing need to shift, roam and run mess with my abilities to command. That was fucking bad because when I couldn’t command, my men died.

Boyd’s wedding had been the excuse I’d given for taking leave and returning to Montana. In truth, I needed the space the ranch offered to run hard, to deal with the madness that had been hounding me. And fuck if I didn’t just find my mate a hundred miles from home, in the impossibly cute, fragile,youngbody of a human.

Because I knew the moment I caught her scent.

My wolf stood up and howled,this one.

She was my mate, but I didn’t even know her name. Right now, with my mouth watering to suck on her gorgeous nipples, it wasn’t important. I’d know her anywhere from her scent alone. In comparison, her name was trivial.

I dipped my head to catch her lips, tasting her. “You want this, sweetness? You want my hands on this hot-as-sin body of yours?”

“Yes.”

I was comforted by the fact that she didn’t hesitate with her answer. I might be a one-night stand for her, but she trusted me.

“You sure?” I wrapped my hands around her ribs, brushing her nipples with my thumbs. “Because I’m not sure I can be respectful once I get you naked, sweetness.” I walked her backward until she hit the wall, and I pinned her there, claiming her mouth as I pinched both nipples.

She licked between my lips, and the tether on my control snapped. I slid my hands down to close them around her asscheeks, lifting her legs to wrap around my waist. My hard cock punched out against the sturdy cotton of my cargo pants. I ground into the notch between her legs to ease the need.

“I-I’m not looking for respectful.” I loved her breathless reply.

Her arms twined around my neck, and she kissed like her life depended on it. I prided myself on staying cool, calm and collected in every situation, but she had my heart pounding, my control slipping. My wolf was in fucking heaven.

“Show me,” she whispered.

I thrust between her legs again. “Show you what, little girl?” I growled.

“I’m ready to be disrespected.”

I threw back my head and laughed with surprise. Cute. She was so fucking cute.

She tossed her head, her wet hair sending droplets flying through the room. “Let’s do this.”