Unexpectedly Mated

15

He’d gotten to know Nic beyond what she thought he knew. She’d been Ellie’s college friend and then co-worker. She had a deep adoration for her job with the school and the children in her classroom. Always the loyal friend, she’d given up days and nights to sit by both Ellie and Jordan when they’d been in the hospital after the brutal beating they’d taken months back.

There were so many layers to Nic and he loved them all. But the one that always made him wary was her fear of emotions. He saw it in her. The few times she’d gone with her instinct and he’d kissed her or said things to her, the truth of what he wanted to do to that gorgeous body had turned her on, but then fear would flare in her eyes. He’d worried he was too pushy. Too aggressive for a woman who was so pretty and feminine.

He continued watching her dance. She swayed in tune with every beat. It was as if she knew the music to the bone. Then, two guys eyed her. Jake knew the look. The predator catching scent of the perfect prey. His prey. Not tonight. No way in hell. Not ever.

He growled. Loud. Multiple people around him shoved away in a rush. Smart. Nic’s gaze swiveled his way and she curved those luscious lip into a wide grin. Then, to f**k with him even more, she crooked a finger. The message clear for him to come to her. Who was he to argue with her change of mind? Hell f*****g yes he’d go to her.

She was too far from his grasp. He wanted her now. In the middle of the dance floor. To watch her sway her hips while riding his c**k. To see her lick her bold red lips and moan for him as her p***y milked him of his c*m. He wanted—no, he needed her now.

“I see my wild one up on a table,” Mason growled. “Time to remind her who she belongs to.”

Yes, it was. Time to remind Nic who she belonged to. Jake prowled the dance floor. She hadn’t taken her eyes off him. Her dancing had slowed down and it seemed she just waited for him.

When he reached her he noticed two things. First, she was drunk. No, not just drunk, she was wasted. Second, she was incredibly aroused. She was so damn hot he was ready to drop to his knees, shove her skirt up and taste her. A single lick of her slick swollen folds and he’d probably come in his jeans but he didn’t give a s**t. His woman was wet for him. And he loved it.

Nic threw her arms around his neck, her breasts pressing tightly against his chest. He could feel the points of her n*****s rubbing him through his T-shirt. f*****g hell.

“Jake...” her voice was low and husky. So seductive it turned his already hard c**k to stone.

“Nic.” He inhaled her scent. The spray she wore was light and airy and sexy as hell and then there was her scent. That feminine perfume that was uniquely her. His mate. “f**k, Nic. You want me, don’t you?”

“Mmm.” She moaned and licked his neck. “I want to fuck.” She sighed and moved her tongue up to his jaw. “More specifically, I want you to f**k me.”

Christ. He wanted to shove his face between her legs and devour her like nobody’s business. But not in the middle of a club filled with other men who could smell how aroused she was. He was already getting looks. He curled his lip and showed his extending canines to any male glancing their way.

“Let’s get out of here,” he muttered by her ear.

“Yes, let’s get the hell out of here and have some fun.” She stared at his lips. “Let’s do something wild and crazy. Something...different.” She licked her lips and he lost all train of thought. She opened her eyes wide and a sinful smile curved her lips. “I have a great idea!” She pressed closer to him and brushed her mouth over his. “Let’s get hitched.”

His heart stopped. She had to be kidding. “Babe, is this the liquor talking? Do you honestly want to marry me?”

He sure as hell wanted to marry and mate and tie her ass to his bed and never let her go.

“Nope, not the liquor.” She moaned and pressed her lips into his. Her tongue shot into his mouth. She aroused his desire with a single bold stroke. “Maybe a little the liquor. The rest is all how badly I want you. Only for me.”

What the f**k had he missed from her text that afternoon saying there wasn’t anything between them, to a let’s get married now? Who cared? “Why do you want to get married?”

“I can’t stand being without you, you sexy mutt.” She blinked aroused eyes at him. “I want more. Just you and me. Forever.” Her pupils were dilated so much it was almost impossible to see the color of her beautiful irises.

Hearing her finally admit to having some feelings for him made the decision for him. “Let’s go then.”

She wobbled on her feet and pulled away from him. He watched her slip out her neck-breaking gold stilettos and lose at least four inches in height. She grinned, picked up her shoes and blew on her bangs. She was so damn adorable.

“Okay, but we need Barbara. She said I need to do what I need to do with you.” Her words slurred a little. And she hiccupped. “The only way I’m gonna...uh...yeah...so...you. Me. Married.”

How much had she had to drink? He’d probably never hear the end of this in the morning, but he didn’t care. She wanted him and her words had been truthful.

“And this is what you want to do? You’re sure?” His mind told him she wasn’t serious. That it was definitely liquor talking, but his wolf said f**k that. She wanted to marry him and he’d comply. They’d work on it. This was easier than what he had in mind. He ignored the shaking of his hands or how hard his heart beat and instead focused on Nic. On her saying something he thought he’d have to harass out of her in a few years.