Page 50 of Never His Mate

I turn around, showing off my ass. Just in case, I give it a little wiggle. It just feels right. “How about this?”

Ryker lifts his hands, wiping his mouth. Holy shit. Is he drooling?

I… I think he might be drooling.

His voice comes out like a croak. “Even better. But you know what I’m dying to see?”

I lift my eyebrow, hoping my expression makes me look like the fucking seductress I feel like. “What’s that?”

He swallows the lump in his throat. His big paw reaches down, giving his erection a slow, easy stroke, almost as if he’s afraid that he’ll go off if he adds any more pressure.

“Knees,” he rasps out. “On your knees.”

I expected that. While shifters mate in as many positions as humans do—double, actually, since some of the more kinky wolves will mate as their beasts—going at it with the female on her knees, her male taking her from behind… well, it’s a classic for a reason.

On my knees. It’s not an alpha command, though it easily could’ve been, but that’s not Ryker’s style. He wants me to choose.

Thing is, I don’t think I’ve had a say in the matter since I was fifteen.

Just once, I promise myself. Just to get it out of my system.

I drop down on all fours, turning around so that he can’t help but focus on my full moon instead of the Luna shining down on us.

“Like this?” When Ryker makes a strangled noise in the back of his throat, I laugh. “I’ll take that as yes. Come on. Come over here.”

He doesn’t move. I can tell it’s taking everything Ryker has to keep his distance, but he’s doing it for me. Because it’s my choice—and because, one way or another, there’s no going back after this.

There’s no taking it back, either.

“Are you sure?”

“Don’t I look sure? I’m on my fucking knees for you, Ryker.”

“Yes. You are.”

The unsaid but why hangs between us.

It hits me then why he’s so unsure. And, I guess, it’s my fault. If I believe him—and I don’t want to, but I’m starting to—then he’s spent a year looking for me. A year wanting to take me as his mate. Whatever his reasons for it, there’s no denying it.

And then all I’ve done since he’s found me is tell him that there’s no chance he can have me.

But I’m not offering to be his bonded mate. If only just this once, I want to feel him inside of me. I’m not even that apprehensive about his size. Shifter males are usually hulking beasts compared to their more delicate counterparts. It’s how we’re made. If my five-foot mom can mate my six-five dad, then I can take Ryker.

Probably.

Hopefully.

Claws crossed.

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