Slade's Feisty Mate (Saber Chronicles Book Two) (4 page)

She moaned, her body careening toward
pleasure. His thumb rubbed her clit and his fingers found a place
that made stars light her vision. She fisted his hair and screamed
his name as she came a second time. He didn’t let up; his fingers
drove her deeper into pleasure as another orgasm crashed over her.
Her heart pounded in her chest as her wolf rolled to the surface
and her fangs elongated.

Slade released his tight hold on her nipple
and kissed the hardened bud. He moved up her body, and she caged
his hips with her knees. His cock breached her, the thick head
pushing into her slowly as their gazes locked. He gritted his teeth
as he sank into her. She gripped his shoulders and tilted her hips,
taking him deeper. When their bodies met and he was deep inside
her, the connection she’d felt between them from the beginning
strengthened.

He tilted his head, giving her his throat.
Instinct roared at her, to mark her mate and make him hers, and she
breathed out his name and then growled
mine
before sinking
her fangs into his throat.

As his blood crested her tongue and the sweet
taste of him filled her, tears stung her eyes as the truth of what
they were hit home. He was her life now. Where he went, she would
gladly follow, and she vowed to be the best mate in the world.

They were off to a really great start.

Chapter 4

Slade almost came when his dick kissed her
pussy. Then he almost came when he was buried balls-deep in her
hot, tight pussy. But right now, when her little fangs were buried
in his throat and a million years of mating instincts were crashing
around in his brain? He was so close to coming that a stiff breeze
would toss him over the edge.

She extracted her fangs with a wolfy purr and
licked across the marks. His beast was doing backflips in his mind
because she’d marked him. She settled back on the pillow and gave
him a sexy smile. He flexed his hips, reminding her that they were
still joined. Her knees tightened against his hips, and he gripped
the back of her thigh, pulling it up his side. She moaned and
clutched his shoulders, lifting her hips to meet his.

He slid out of her, almost completely, until
just the tip of him rested in her sweet heat. Her eyes flickered
between green and amber. Sliding into her again, he kissed her
lips, her chin, and her throat. “Wanna mark you.”

“Yes,” she groaned.

“Fuck you.”

“Yes. Yes!”

His hand tightened on her thigh for a brief
moment, and then he released her, sitting up and sliding from her
pussy. She moved sensuously to her stomach, spreading her knees and
sliding her fingers over her pussy.

“I need you, Slade.”

Moving behind her, he couldn’t stop from
grinning as she reached for his dick and guided it to her pussy.
His eager little sweetheart. Her pussy clenched around him as he
pressed into her, gripping her hips and holding her steady. She
rose onto her arms and tossed her hair over her shoulder.

He moved, pushing deep and sliding out,
gradually picking up the pace until he was moving as fast as he
could. She took all of him and demanded more. One hand gripped the
headboard, and she tossed her hair back and screamed as her pussy
locked down on him. Her scream slipped to a glorious howl, and his
cat roared in response. Unable to hold back, he jerked her against
him as his fangs elongated and sank them into the place where her
neck and shoulder met. His climax poured from him as his dick
spasmed inside her. Reaching down her sweat-slicked stomach, he
strummed her clit until she trembled in his arms and came
again.

She gripped his arms as her body went limp
against him, her breath gusting from her parted lips as a deep
blush colored her skin. Extracting his fangs as gently as he could,
he nicked his tongue and then stroked the marks he’d made, mixing
his blood with hers and ensuring that the marks would scar and
remain permanently.

He lowered her to the bed, and she rolled to
her back. Her eyes were back to their beautiful green.

Pushing her knee to the side, he lowered his
head.

“What are you doing?” she asked.

“You said you wanted a ton of orgasms. I
don’t think five counts as a ton. Round two. Then a snack.”

She smiled. “You say
snack
like you
mean
me
.”

Grinning broadly, he wiggled his brows. “I
do.”

“I like how you think, sexy.”

* * * * *

Slade woke slowly after their fourth round of
love making. His feisty sweetheart was lying on top of him like a
blanket, her silky, red hair warm against his skin. He wrapped a
lock around his finger and looked at it. The curtains that covered
the sliding door leading to a tiny balcony were parted, letting in
a sliver of early morning light.

His mate breathed deeply in sleep, but Slade
was wide awake now, with thoughts of the future filling his mind.
Gretchen had asked him to make breakfast as part of her agreement
to be his mate. Although he knew she was teasing, he didn’t want to
start off being a bad mate.

At one point, they’d ordered room service
again for a midnight snack using an app on her tablet, which was
charging on the nightstand. He lifted it and pressed the home
button, and then he scanned the apps on the screen and found the
one for room service.

Under the breakfast menu, he ordered an egg
and meat platter, several kinds of pastries, and juice. Under the
special requests, he left a note for them to leave the food at the
door instead of coming in to serve. His sweetheart was getting
breakfast in bed, and he wanted her to be naked and not to have to
get dressed because someone else was in the room. No one would be
seeing his mate naked. Ever.

His cat snarled and he realized she probably
got naked every full moon in front of her pack so she could shift
and hunt. He didn’t plan to be the kind of mate who was an asshole,
but her being naked around anyone else was going to stop. His cat
had a great idea…go kill anyone who had seen her naked.

Stop trying to kill people
.

His cat snorted.

Inhaling Gretchen’s sweet scent, he wrapped
his arms around her and waited for the knock signaling room
service.

Gretchen didn’t wake up until he waved a
piece of bacon under her nose. She growled softly as her eyes
opened, and he grinned.

“You ordered room service?” she asked as she
sat up and took a bite of the bacon.

“You said breakfast in bed was a condition of
your agreement to mate me.”

She tilted her head, her eyes dancing. “I
should have asked for more things.”

“Too late. You’re mine.”

“Damn it,” she said, chuckling.

He’d found a single-cup coffee maker in her
kitchenette and made coffee for both of them before she woke, and
after asking how she took her coffee, he fixed it for her with milk
and sugar.

“I could get used to this,” she said after
sipping the coffee.

“Which part?” he asked as he pulled the egg
and meat platter closer on the bed and began to fill their
plates.

“Waking up to you.”

Cupping her face, he leaned in and kissed her
gently. “I’m so glad you’re mine, Gretchen.”

“Me too, Slade.”

His phone buzzed several times while he was
feeding his mate, but he ignored it. He knew it was his sister or
brothers calling to meet up with him and Gretchen to discuss the
NWFA and their plans for the future.

Putting his empty plate on the now-empty
tray, he leaned back against the headboard and looked at his mate
as she smeared grape jelly on a triangle of toast. “The full moon
is in four days.”

Her brow arched. “Yeah.”

“I don’t have to shift on any particular day.
I do it when I feel like hanging out in my cat form. You’re tied to
the full moon, though, right?”

She nodded and took a bite, chewing
thoughtfully. “When the full moon rises, I almost can’t help
myself. I mean, if I really wasn’t able to shift, I could do it,
but my wolf gets pissy if I can’t go hunting and running around the
woods like an idiot.”

“You need to be with your pack?”

“You’re my pack now.”

He frowned. “What?”

She finished her toast and brushed her
fingers together to clean them of crumbs. She put her plate on the
tray and pushed it to the edge of the bed and then joined him,
leaning across his thighs and meeting his gaze. “My pack is
exclusive to wolves. Only wolves who are part of the pack are
allowed in the hunting territory, so you wouldn’t be able to be
with me. Since I don’t want anyone to see you naked, I’m pretty
sure you don’t want me stripping in front of unmated males
either.”

He growled in agreement, and she smiled.

“I’ll leave the pack. After we meet with your
family, you can take me to my parents and the alpha can meet us
there so I can leave.”

He stroked his fingers up her arm, and she
shivered. “Is there a ceremony or something special that he’ll do
when you leave?”

“No. There are some packs where the alpha
makes the announcement to the pack, but Alpha Johner isn’t that
formal. When we have pups, they’ll be part of
our
pack.”

“Cubs,” he corrected. “Saber genetics are
dominant.”

She hummed. “Pups. In case you haven’t heard,
wolves are awesome, so our kids will naturally take after me.”

He tugged the sheet away from her body as he
leaned in to kiss her. “You
are
awesome.”

“What about your family?”

“If we’re going to have a crapton of kids, we
need to get started. Now.”

He pushed her gently to the bed and she
wrapped her arms around him. “How many is a
crapton
?”

“I’ll let you know when we’re done having
kids.”

Her brow arched as she smiled. “We’ll never
be done, my sexy mate.”

Chapter 5

Sunday morning, Gretchen sat between her best
friend and her mate in the hotel’s restaurant and nibbled on a
strip of bacon. She was especially hungry for meat and knew it was
because the full moon was looming on the horizon. After she and
Slade had made love and then declared that both wolves and cats
were equally awesome, and their children, whichever parent they
took after, would also be awesome, she called her parents to
announce her mating.

They were happy for her and excited to meet
her mate. She hadn’t doubted for a moment that they would be. There
were wolves in the pack who thought wolves should only mate other
wolves, but Gretchen was thrilled her mate was a sexy saber-tooth
tiger. Her parents offered to contact the alpha, but Gretchen
wanted to do it herself. It had been a quick conversation. He was
too busy to meet her or her mate, but he wished her well. Her
cousin, Chloe, was going to continue to handle the visiting pack,
and Gretchen would remain the pack’s contact at the hotel for any
needs they might have.

She would need to find a place to shift and
hunt on the full moon, outside of pack territory of course, and she
wasn’t sure where that would be.

“What are you thinking about,” Aubrey
asked.

“Hunting.”

“Caleb has some property outside of Belle
Terra. It belonged to our grandparents,” Aubrey said. “He inherited
it.”

“What did you get?” Gretchen asked.

“I got to go to college,” she said. “And a
nice car.”

“Is it around other shifter territories?”

“No, it’s neutral.”

A neutral territory meant that while
supernatural creatures could live and work in an area, no one ran
it outside of the human government responsible for the area.

“Do you think he’d let me use it?” Gretchen
asked.

“Us,” Slade said.

“Right, I mean, would he let Slade and I
shift and hunt on the full moon?”

Aubrey shrugged. “I don’t see why not. He
doesn’t use it. It’s twenty wooded acres. My grandparents bought it
so they could build a home when my grandpa retired, but they never
got around to it. You can ask him when we meet up with him
tonight.”

“I thought you met with him for dinner last
night?” Slade said.

Alaric shook his head. “He had an issue with
his kiss.”

“I still think it’s strange that vampire
groups are called kisses,” Slade said, pulling Gretchen from her
chair and into his lap, devouring her in a kiss.

“Could you keep the public groping to a
minimum?” Galen said, grumbling. “Some of us are trying to
eat.”

Slade lifted from her lips and looked at his
brother. “Did you have a mating dream last night?”

“I don’t know. I just dreamed about gold and
pink. I have no idea what that means.” He rubbed the space between
his eyes with his thumb.

Lia, their sister, said, “We’d love to sit
and chat all morning, but Aubrey is taking me to a boutique to go
shopping and then we’re going to hit the kiss’s club, Heat, tonight
where we’ll meet with Caleb. Do you want to come, Gretchen?”

“Slade and I are meeting my parents in an
hour. But we could go to the club tonight.”

Slade made a face, and she leaned in to
whisper in his ear, “Come on, sexy. Rubbing up against each other
in the club for a few hours will be a lot of fun.”

His lip curled. “It would be more fun to do
that naked, in your room.”

“Our room.”

“Guys, fucking seriously,” Galen said, making
a show of plugging his ears.

“Oh, before I forget,” Aubrey said, “Caleb
said that you and Slade should move onto the fourteenth floor. You
can have your pick of suites. You’ll have a lot more room, and it’s
more private since it’s not an open floor.”

“Cool. But what about Caleb’s visitors?”
Gretchen knew Caleb used the fourteenth floor, where Aubrey lived,
to house special guests, like visiting masters.

“There are a dozen suites on the floor, and
I’m the only one with a permanent residence. Use your card to check
out the rooms and pick your favorite. You can have the bellhops
help move your things from your current room.”