His To Claim

You Are My Mate

She was given the most luxurious camp of all. The ones next to her belonged to Elijah.

The sun had fallen and the moon was adorning the sky. Sabrina changed into something comfortable as one of the maids brought her dinner. She wolfed it down and waited in her camp for everyone to retire into their chamber so that she could sneak into his.

She could smell his scent that the air brought with itself sometimes, telling her that he was somewhere around.

Her mind was totally occupied with him. His smile, his eyes, his lips, his voice, everything about him. How can she give herself to someone else when she knew she belonged to Elijah.

She stopped herself from dwelling more into the future.

A few hours later, all the noises and chattering reduced to the chirping of crickets. She took it as her cue to step out of her chamber.

She slipped out of her chamber to scan the surrounding. Fortunately, no one was at the sight, except for a couple of men who were standing guard and were nodding off by the entrance of her camp. The journey had exhausted everyone.

Sabrina tiptoed around him and dashed towards Elijah's chamber. The large blot of light tainting his chamber told Sabrina that he was still awake.

His masculine scent grew stronger as she advanced towards his room causing her stomach to do backflips. She felt a knot lodged in her throat as she stood right before the entrance of his chamber. Her heart was palpitating. Excitement, anxiety, fear, hesitation, uncertainty, she could feel it all.

She was two minds about lifting the curtain and stepping into his private chamber. Her wolf was urging her on with all her might but her timid self was telling her to take on her heels. What if he would reject her? The mere thought caused a cold shiver to run down her spine.

She gulped back all those dreadful thoughts, clawing their way up her throat and lifted the curtain to throw herself in.

The unexpected sight she met left her breathless. Elijah was standing with his back on her. His upper body was bare. She gulped her desires down while running her eyes over his bronze skin. Water pooled in her mouth when she spied on his muscular back. His broad back and powerful shoulder were a feast for eyes and worked as kerosine to her carnal desire, stoking it up in full force. Her eyes traced the ink that covered all of his back with great interest. What wouldn't she give to run her tongue over them? And caress them with her fingers. And press her lips on them. Oh, the things she would do.

Her eyes did a full tour of his back as he seemed busy running his hand through his shoulder-length hair.

She noisily exhaled from her mouth when her eyes latched on his rippling biceps.

He must have heard it as he turned around the next moment. His eyes widened slightly in surprise when he saw her in his chamber.

Another wave of desire smashed into her when her eyes collided with his taut chest and torso. Her cheeks tinted red as she stared at him awestruck. He was a human form of a stallion. He was stronger than anyone she knew. Black dark ink was spread all across them. Lost in his masculinity, she completely forgot why she had come here.

Unaware of his perverted thoughts, Elijah disrupted her concentration by putting on a shirt.

"You wanted something, my lady," he said while pulling his shirt down. Sabrina's gaze slid up to his eyes.

She blushed in embarrassment.

Sabrina absently nodded as she needed some time to break out of the haze he had put her in. Her wolf was literally drooling.

"How can I help you?" he asked her in his deep voice

"I...me....I wanted to talk....talk to you about something," Sabrina stuttered as nervousness slowly started to replace lust.

He nodded in response and gestured her towards the makeshift chair.

"Please, sit down," he said before taking a seat across from hers. He spread his thick legs wide and sprawled his muscular arms on the armrest, exuding the potency of a king. Sabrina swooned over his dominance.

She hesitantly walked towards the chair.

Elijah watched her like a hawk. He wondered what had caused her to step into his camp at such an oddly hour and that too in this nightdress.

This darn nightdress.

Even though covered in a nightdress, Elijah could clearly make out the outline of her soft curves. His eyes took note of her hard n*****s that were poking the thin fabric of her dress. The girl was testing his patience.

He felt his manhood twitching in excitement when she leaned forward to take the chair and her swells peaked from her flimsy nightdress. f**k, the things he wanted to do with those creamy globes.

He cleared his throat to clear his mind and slid back further into the chair.

He immediately darted his gaze up and almost sighed in relief, knowing that she hadn't caught him gawking at her breasts. Beautiful breasts that would fit perfectly in his palm.

"So?" he urged her to speak. His amber eyes watched her with a tinge of curiosity and a hint of worry.

She didn't speak for a good minute. He realized she was figuring out a way to form whatever she needed to say. Her eyes were on the ground.

"I..ummm...Do you know about mates?" she lifted her gaze and connected her gaze with his.

Elizah was completely taken aback by her question. He couldn't understand what she meant by it. Has she come to his chamber only to know if he knows about mate or not? Of course, he does. All werewolves are taught about this.

"Yes.." he said, not really understanding where the conversation was going.

She nodded but the strain on her feature didn't relax a bit. She once again flipped her gaze onto the foot of his chair.

Her silence was starting to get him hot and bothered.

She coughed her throat clear, mustering all the courage she owned. And then she finally broke her silence.

"You are my mate," she said in one go and turned her eyes up to gauge his reaction.