His Curvy Mate
Chapter 5

Willa would live. She’d been more embarrassed than hurt by the fall. People rarely cared about her life or feelings, so it was addicting when Xander went above and beyond to take care of her. In truth, she wanted to be near him. Needed it.

This was the first time in her life she truly felt alive outside of a r0mance novel. This was real, and the longer he stuck around, the more she began to believe that he wasn’t trying to trick her. Although it confused her why someone like him was interested in someone like her, she was going to stop questioning it. Maybe things were finally turning around for her.

He stood near a mahogany bar. “Apparently this hotel room is fully stocked. Let me get you something?”

“It’s a little early for a drink,” she said. Willa looked at her watch. “It’s even early for breakfast.”

“Right. Of course,” he said. “You tell me what you’d like, and I’ll have them deliver it right to our room.”

Our room sounded intimate, but she didn’t correct him.

“You know, maybe we should talk first.”

He frowned, sitting down on the edge of the sofa. “What’s wrong?”

“After last night, I’m not sure what to think or feel. I mean, you’ll be going home soon, back to your real life. I’m not the kind of girl who has flings with students’ parents.”

“I have no intention of leaving without you.”

She froze. What alternative universe was she living in right now? “What are you saying?”

“We only get one chance at true love, Willa. Are you telling me you feel nothing for me? Did you feel even a twinge of connection last night?”

Of course, she did, but that didn’t mean she could just follow her desires—right? She was so confused. True love was fiction. Real life was full of disappointment. She’d learned those rules long ago.

“It doesn’t matter how I felt.” Willa played with her hands, feeling awkward and at a loss for the right words. “If everyone followed their hearts, the world would be chaos.”

He smirked, and it was the s*xiest thing she’d ever seen. He must have skipped shaving this morning as the scruff was coming in along his jawline, making him even more masculine—if that was possible.

“Is that what you believe? Maybe it’s quite the opposite and the world would be a better place if people stopped denying themselves.”

She swallowed hard. He made it sound so easy, but there were always consequences.

He moved to sit next to her, the sofa dipping in his direction. She still hadn’t answered him, her tongue tied and nerves firing hot.

“I’m forty-four years old, Willa. In my entire life, I’ve never felt the way I felt when I met you. I knew right away, before you even spoke.”

“How’s that possible?”

“Fate.”

She’d read all about true love and fate. It sounded beautiful on paper but was harder to believe in real life. “You really believe that?”

“Everything worked to bring us together. Tyson, his delinquency, my trip down here to the school. I have no regrets about anything if it brought us together.” This time, he reached out and ran the backs of his fingers along her jawline, a feather-light touch. Rather than pull away, she found herself closing her eyes and leaning into his hand. His deep, calm voice was almost hypnotic, pulling her into the same spell as last night.

“You hardly know me.”

“We have all the time in the world,” he said. “There are so many things I can show you.”

Did he mean some kind of natural wonder of the world or his big c0ck? Her face instantly flushed, and she opened her eyes again.

He was smiling, a devilish, knowing expression. It wasn’t like he could read her mind. Why was he looking at her like that?

“You feel it, even if you deny it,” Xander said. “Stop fighting what you know is meant to be.”

Yes, she wanted to give in to this beast of a man, but the logical part of her brain kept bringing her back to standard protocol—dating, flowers, years of courting. Women who fvcked men after a date or two were classified as whores and frowned upon by society. She couldn’t deal with that, but this was more than a one-night stand. He said he wanted forever, claimed fate demanded they accept their place as a couple.

“Maybe. I mean, it’s possible, right?”

He leaned in close as he combed his hand into her hair, keeping her from moving back. The way he looked into her eyes made the entire world go away. It was just him and this magical pull between them.

“I want to make all your dreams come true,” he whispered close to her ear. She felt his breath, making her skin break out into gooseflesh.

He was too perfect, making it harder to believe what he said.

She never had a father in her life because of the fact most men were a-holes. Xander confused her on every level.

When he k!ssed her neck, his l!ps trailing along her skin, she exhaled, her body giving up the fight. She felt like a puddle on the sofa, ready to say yes to anything he suggested. His stubble brushed her skin as he k!ssed down to her collarbone. He moved in closer, forcing her slowly back on the sofa, his huge frame enveloping her. Damn, the man even smelled good.

Willa reached up and held his shoulders as he used his l!ps in wicked ways.

“I can feel your desire. You’re ripe, Willa. I know what you want. Don’t fight this.”

How could he know? Did being horny have a scent? If it did, she was screwed.

His voice teased her, pulling her deeper into oblivion, so masculine and rich. She closed her eyes. “Yes,” she whispered.

She felt him unbuttoning her sweater. Her nerves warred with her wanton desire, but her need was too strong to stop him.

****

Xander finally had his mate in his clutches. Her scent was irresistible, her pheromones practically begging him to f**k her. To breed her.

The pull between them, even though they’d only just met, was undeniable. It was fate working, the gods finally granting him his life mate.

After removing her sweater, he g*****d. Her body was so full and lush, impossibly addicting. He k!ssed lower, going to her cle*vage, breathing her in. Xander cupped one of her big t!ts, rubbing his thumb over her n!pple. She was innocent, every new touch making her body jerk in response. Every subtle hitch in her breath made his c0ck harder.

He craved to take her sweet innocence, to make her his for all time to come. But he’d do this right, make her beg for him to claim her. He wanted his mate to come freely, to cement their bond as mutual life partners. The only place he wanted to be a monster was in bed, where he planned to f**k her hard and long.

Xander removed her clothing, layer by layer, revealing her soft, pale skin. When he attempted to slip off her p*nties, the final layer between them, she set her hand over his.

He sensed a spike in adrenaline, her fear peeking through the fog of lvst.

He moved to his knees on the floor in front of the sofa, cooing to calm her. “Don’t hide your beautiful body from me, Willa. Let me show you how good this can really be.”

She tentatively removed her hand, her ch3st heaving.

It was time for his breakfast, a feast made for an alpha. Xander spread her th!ghs, her pink v!rgin pvssy glistening with ar0usal. He had to stifle a growl, his wolf in complete approval of their mate.

“Perfect,’ he muttered.

Xander tentatively l!cked her pvssy, lapping at her folds for the first time. She squealed, her arms flailing out to the sides. He spread her wider, holding her legs apart with his forearms as he penetrated her with his tongue. She tasted like wild honey, a flavor just for him. It made him ravenous with the need to f**k her, but he restrained his desire.

“I’m going to eat your pvssy, Willa. You were made for me alone. I’m not stopping until you scream my name, until you come all over my face.”

“Oh, God.” She squeezed the cushions, her knuckles turning white. Her eyes were closed, her head tossed back.

His woman was wet, her entire body in the near throes of an org*sm. He savored her, suckling her swollen cl!t into his mouth and rolling it over his tongue. Xander was thorough as he pleasured her. Without removing his mouth, he reached up to palm her brea*sts, so soft and full. He was in sheer heaven.

Her p*nts started to come faster, and she writhed beneath him. He waited with anticipation for the moment she reached org*sm. It was important for her to know the pleasure he could provide in so many ways. He would be at her beck and call for the rest of his life.

She arched up. “Xander!”

It was music to his ears as she chanted his name, all inhibitions completely lost. He svcked on her cl!t until every org*smic contraction faded away.

He leaned back, still on his knees. A light flush covered her body, her eyes were dilated, and her l!ps were swollen. She was beautiful. He loved seeing her naked rather than covered head to toe in polyester and yarn.

Once she accepted him as her mate, he would make sure she had the best of everything, including clothes made of the finest materials.

“Now you can’t deny we’re made for each other.”

She was still speechless.

“I’ll pick you up tonight after work.”

“Huh?”

“You’re uncomfortable with our short courtship, so we should spend as much time together as possible during my visit. Anything you want to know, ask.”

She nodded, her eyes slowly clearing. As she sat straighter, she pulled her sweater over the top of her to cover her nudity. Her shyness was endearing but unnecessary.

His cell phone went off, and his mood instantly soured. “I’ll be right back.”

Xander grabbed his phone and walked into the adjoining room. It was his son calling.

“You’re up early,” Xander said.

“Father, I’ve been talking with Greer from the Fury Riders Pack—”

“Our enemies?” he interrupted.

“They’re not our enemies. We’re all the same. Humans are the enemies.”

“This again?” Xander paced the room. He ground his teeth together. It pissed him off how disobedient his son was. If he was a regular member of his pack, he would have taken him out long ago.

“We have to embrace our wolves or we’ll go extinct,” Tyson said.

“Wrong. Hiding in the forests and pretending the world isn’t changing around us will drive all shifters into extinction.” He took a breath, not wanting to get too loud with Willa in the other room.

“Look, Dad, he’s not the monster you’ve made him out to be. He’s fun, laid back, and doesn’t give a shit about shifter politics. He’s willing to merge, to live in peace with us. We can hunt together, keep our own communities free from humans.”

“He’s blinded you, Tyson. That’s why I’m the alpha. It’s my responsibility to protect the pack, especially from our rivals. You never should have spoken with him!”

“He wants to meet.”

Xander tossed both arms into the air for a moment, his phone in a fist. “F**k that, Tyson. Have you lost your damn mind?”

“Tonight. I told him you’re staying in the city this week.”

The little pr!ck gave his location to his sworn enemy? He may be eighteen, but Xander must have sheltered his son too much as a child because he was acting like an immature pup.

“When I see you, I’ll deal with you.” He hung up the phone and threw it at the bed. His claws broke free as he paced, a deep-seated rage threatening to break free. How was he supposed to make his son see reason?