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And not once does she smile.
A growl rumbles in my chest and my tusks elongate. She is simply the most beautiful creature I’ve ever seen in my entire life. I can already imagine her long, dark hair in my claw as I pound into her from behind and release my seed in her hot channel. She prances to the edge of the stage and a trail of her scent carries through the air and wafts to the back of the room. The pheromones hit me in the chest, rush through my lungs and explode in my veins. My shaft instantly thickens in my trousers. I want this one swollen with my offspring.
I’ve finally found her. My mate.
I stand up, ready to rush the stage.
The female who is in charge of these proceedings calls out the initial bid. I force myself to carry through with this human farce. I will do this for her.
Other nearby males and a few shifters immediately try to outbid me because they see her worth. Which is ridiculous, they will never have her she is mine. I bare my fangs and immediately shout out larger bids because I have unlimited resources. They will not win. I snarl at a lion shifter from across the room who is in direct competition with me. He is not worthy, but he does seem determined to take my female. Finally, I yell out an amount that I know none can match.
There is a sudden hush in the audience.
And she is mine.
The crowd roars with approval, clapping and engaging in boisterous laughter. Other losers shake their heads in disgust. Most of these males are leaving empty-handed tonight because there were only twelve females being offered and at least thirty males in attendance. But I ignore them because finally, finally tonight is my turn to claim my mate.
I leap onto the stage, ready to take her in my arms.
Posey, the gorgeous mate I purchased, stands her ground with her chin up and frowns at me.
I stride forward, take her hand, and pull her close. “You are mine,” I rasp, letting her formally know the mating heat ritual has begun. And then I bury my face in her neck and inhale, needing more of that scent to finally calm my nerves.
“Stop it. Stop it.” She places her palms against my bare chest, shakes her head and steps out of my embrace.
I look down at her, confused at this turn of events.
“No, no, there must be a mistake.” She turns toward the female in charge of the proceedings. “I need this person switched out for someone else. This warrior won’t work for me.”
A growl rumbles in my chest.
Coco St. James looks over at the two of us with disdain and then slams her folder closed. “All sales are final,” she remarks, then strides off the stage.
My mate purses her lush lips.
I study Posey’s delicate features, trying to understand her resistance. “You did not expect a winning bid from a male from a different species?” I question.
“I don’t care about that,” she waves a hand. “It’s just that you’re so…big…and you’re so…”
I retract my tusks. “Yes, you are used to weak human males,” I agree. “But I am Waylen Tusk, a Voltare warrior. It’s true that I am deadly and the most feared warrior on my planet, but I will never harm you. I will always protect what is mine. And now I must taste you.” She lets out a gasp of surprise when I pull her slim form back into my arms. I capture her lips for a deep kiss, and she immediately leans into me and moans with desire.
This is when I know I’ve got her.
She says she wants to change me out for someone else, but none of this is true. In fact, I can smell her arousal right now. I cup the back of her head and deepen the kiss. This human female tastes amazing, she is indeed my perfect match and she is already easing the discomfort of my mating heat. I want to swipe my forked tongue into her mouth but decide to take it slow. There is plenty of time for more later, after she lets me know of her full consent. This is only a tidbit, my initial offering to let her know what she can expect from me as her mate. I let go of her and watch her sway on her feet for a moment. She reaches up and touches her kiss-swollen lips with a look of wonder on her face.
A smirk crosses my features.
My female meets my gaze and growls at me.
How delightful. I growl back in return.
She glances at the clock on the wall. “Okay, I’ll go with you,” she sighs. “I signed a contract and made a promise. I will not break my word.”
“Good.” I scoop her up into my arms and stride for the open entrance.
“Wait,” she yells. “Stop.”
“What now?”
