Born To Be More

Mine

Max

I’ve been hard since the moment she said yes to dinner. The plan was simple—cook for her at her apartment, keep the mood relaxed, give her space to feel safe. I love to cook, so that part came naturally. What I didn’t expect was how seamlessly I’d begin weaving myself into her life. Suggesting my security firm for her protection and recommending my best friend as her agent—those were just convenient truths. But the truth beneath that? I want to be the one who keeps her safe. Always.

My security team is made up entirely of pack members—elite warriors, some of the best in the country. The agency I suggested? It belongs to a neighboring pack and one of our closest allies.

Raine doesn’t know it yet, but the world she’s stepped into is far from ordinary.

Wolves, vampires, dragons, mermaids, witches, and fae—we all exist. We live among humans, most of us holding positions of power and influence. We’ve learned to blend in. But beneath the surface, there’s an ancient structure, a supernatural council that governs us all. Their role is to keep balance, maintain peace between the species, and protect the natural order.

And Raine? She’s unknowingly becoming a part of it.

“Argh, Max!” she squeals beneath me, squirming as I tickle her.

“Not a chance, Angel. You’re mine,” I growl, catching her wrists and pinning them above her head. Her breath hitches, and I smile down at her, leaning in until our mouths are a breath apart.

“You taste sweet, Angel,” I murmur before taking her lips again, claiming her in a kiss that sends fire straight through me. Tyson stirs in my mind—Claim Mate, he urges.

Not yet.

I push him back and deepen the kiss, nipping at her lower lip until she whimpers. That sound—f**k—it undoes me.

“I want you,” she moans, her voice wrecked and desperate.

God, I want her too. I’m seconds from losing control.

“Angel, are you sure?” I ask, my voice rough, holding on by a thread.

“Yes, Max. For f**k’s sake, take me before I rip my own clothes off.”

Jesus Christ. I’m done.

“f**k,” I bite out, lifting her effortlessly into my arms and cradling her against my chest. I carry her to the bedroom, every step tightening the tension between us.

This isn’t just need. This is fate.

She manages to undo the buttons of my shirt, her hands sliding across my chest. When she tweaks my n****e, I growl, tossing her onto the bed with a bit too much force.

She laughs, teasing, “Wow, so gentle.”

Mocking me. Little minx.

I dive on top of her, and her laughter cuts off in a gasp, her eyes going wide. I hover over her, bracing myself.

“If I start this, Angel... I won’t be able to stop,” I say, my voice low and warning.

“It’s okay, Max,” she breathes. “I want this. I don’t know why, but I trust you.”

That does me in.

I growl, pressing my face into her neck, grinding my c**k against the heat of her p***y. She's burning up for me—every nerve, every breath, begging.

“You feel me, Angel? If we do this, you’re mine. Understand?” My voice is rough, deadly serious.

“Yes,” she moans, writhing beneath me.

“No, Angel. All the words. You’re mine. No one else’s. We’re exclusive. I’m a one-woman man—and that woman is you.”

She swallows, her breath hitching. “Okay, Max. I’m yours. Only yours.”

Claim mate. I feel her wolf—I want my mate too.

Tyson’s voice rumbles in my head.

Not yet. She doesn’t know what she is. Saturday. I’ll show her then.

I push him back and return to her, needing this moment just between us.

I undo the belt of her dress and slowly work the buttons open. Where I find the damn patience, I don’t know—but I don’t want to scare her by tearing it off. I peel it away from her body, revealing smooth skin kissed with a warm flush. She’s breathtaking.

She’s mine.

She’s still in her bra and soaked panties, and when I see the evidence of how ready she is for me, I almost lose it right there.

“Max,” she sighs when my hands slide over her stomach and hips, slipping her panties down as I go.

“Take off your bra, Angel,” I say, my voice dark with need. “Then spread your legs. I want to see what’s mine.”

She obeys, shimmying out of the last barrier between us, reclining back—open, waiting, watching.

“Stay just like that,” I command, eyes locked on hers. “And watch me.”

I kiss the hollow of her hip, then lick a slow path across her belly, claiming every inch.

She’s so damn soft under my hands, her skin like silk. I nip at the inside of her thigh, making her squirm, then kiss my way up to her sweet, swollen p***y. I spread her open, taking in the view like a man starved, then blow a soft stream of air over her c**t.

She jerks, hips lifting, and I place a firm arm over her belly to hold her steady.

“Keep still, Angel,” I murmur, voice low with hunger. “I want to taste you.”

I swipe my tongue up her folds, slow and possessive, then flick it lightly over her c**t. She squeals, writhing beneath me, and I growl with satisfaction. I press in deeper with my tongue, tasting the sweetness of her arousal while pinching one tight n****e between my fingers. I pull back only to flick my tongue over her bud again and again, keeping her teetering on the edge.

Her cries echo in the room.

“Max—oh God, Max!”

I give her c**t one last pinch and she shatters, coming hard against my mouth, soaking my tongue and chin. I lick up every drop.

“You’re delicious, Angel,” I tell her, voice thick.

I slide one finger inside her—f**k, she’s tight. Her walls pulse around me, gripping. I add another and she screams again, her hips trying to buck up.

I pump my fingers in and out, curling them just right as I latch my mouth to her c**t again. She cries out, her second orgasm slamming into her with a full-body shudder.

She’s everything.

I strip off my jeans and trunks, kneeling between her legs, fully bare now. Her wide eyes drop to my c**k and her mouth falls open.

“Max—oh my god,” she breathes, awe and maybe a little panic in her voice.

I smirk, pride warming my chest. Alpha. Through and through.

“It’ll fit, Angel. You were made for me. I’ll go slow at first—but you’ll take all of me. Every inch. Every place.”

Her breath hitches, and I can see it in her eyes—she trusts me.

I grab a condom from my wallet and roll it on, even though everything in me aches to feel her bare. Not yet. Not until she knows the truth.

I lean over her, locking eyes.

“You ready, my Angel?”

She nods. “Yes,” she whispers.

Lining the head of my c**k at her entrance might be the most anticipated moment of my life. My mate—mine. Finally.

I slide over her c**t, teasing her swollen lips, gathering her slick. She gasps when I press the head inside, her body tightening instinctively.

“Breathe, Angel,” I murmur, holding myself steady.

I push in a little more, inch by inch, giving her time to adjust to my size. Her walls grip me, burning hot and impossibly tight. She moans, her hips rising for more.

“Max,” she pleads, “I need you to move—I need all of you.”

Fuck, she's everything.

I start to move, slow thrusts that grow harder, deeper, until I can’t hold back. My mouth finds her breasts, nipping at the tight peaks as I drive into her, my control hanging by a thread. I kiss her hard, claiming her mouth while my body does the rest.

She shudders around me, crying out as she comes, and I grip her hips, flipping us so she’s straddling me.

“Ride me, Angel,” I growl, voice hoarse. “Take what’s yours.”

Her moan is sin and surrender as she sinks back down on me, rolling her hips, her nails digging into my chest. She clenches around me—God—and I have to hold her steady as she bounces on my c**k, head tossed back in wild pleasure.

I lean up, mouth closing over one bouncing breast, sucking hard.

“f**k,” I grit out, “this angle’s gonna make me lose it—”

She clenches again and I snap. I flip her over onto her hands and knees, gripping her hips, and thrust deep. She screams my name and I lose all sense of restraint, slamming into her with everything I have.

“I’m—Max—I’m close!” she cries out.

I bring my hand down with a light slap on her ass and she breaks apart around me, her orgasm pulling me under with her. I spill into the condom with a deep, guttural growl, my body pulsing with the force of it.

She collapses against the bed, breathless, and I follow, wrapping myself around her, heart pounding.

Mine.

We collapse onto the mattress, her body curled perfectly against my chest. My mate. Mine.

“I’ll be right back, Angel,” I murmur, brushing a kiss to her forehead before slipping out of bed.

I take care of the condom quickly and return to her, needing her in my arms again. As soon as I climb in, she tucks herself into me like she belongs there—which she does.

“Max,” she whispers, her voice soft against my skin.

“Yes, my Angel?”

“That was… amazing,” she says, giving me a shy smile.

I smile back, pressing my lips to her temple. “You are amazing. Perfect for me. I swear, I’ll worship your body every damn time.”

She lets out a little laugh, but there’s curiosity behind her next words. “Why do you call me Angel?”

I chuckle, and she props herself up on her elbow, watching me.

“Rainey,” I say, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear, “the first time I saw you, you were walking out of that convenience store in white. The sunlight hit you just right, and it stopped me in my tracks. But it was when you tiptoed to shove your bag into the overhead locker—your dress rode up just enough to show lace on your stockings—and I thought, f**k, she looks like an angel sent to test me.”

Her lips part slightly, stunned by the honesty.

“You will always be my Angel now, Rainey,” I say softly, leaning in to kiss her again, unable to help myself.

She melts against me, moaning softly into my mouth—and I can’t resist more of her.

I scoop her into my arms, carrying her toward the bathroom. “Come on, let’s shower before round two finds us in trouble.”

She slides down my body, water cascading between us, steam wrapping around her like a veil. Her nails tap lightly under my chin, tilting my face to hers.

“Max,” she says sweetly, eyes glinting with mischief, “I want to taste you too.”

She sinks to her knees in the shower before I can stop her. “Angel, baby, you don’t need to—oh f**k…”

Her tongue flicks over the head of my c**k, then she sucks hard, and every thought in my head shatters. “f**k, Angel,” I groan, grabbing the slick tiles behind me for balance as she licks down the length of me like I’m her personal addiction.

Then she takes me into her mouth—hot, wet, tight—and I fist her hair, my hips twitching forward. Her tongue swirls, teasing my crown before she sinks deeper, her hand stroking what her mouth can’t take. My eyes roll back as she hums around me, the vibrations wrecking whatever control I have left.

“Angel—f**k—I’m gonna come if you don’t stop.” My voice is rough, ragged.

She only moans, like that’s exactly what she wants. One more flick of her tongue and a firm tug on my balls, and I explode, my release flooding her mouth in pulsing waves.

I pull her up, still panting, and crush my mouth to hers. She kisses me back without hesitation, and I taste myself on her lips, primal and intoxicating.

“You’re going to be the death of me,” I murmur against her mouth.

She just smiles—and it’s trouble, beautiful trouble I’d chase forever.

I grab her hair gently, guiding her mouth back to mine as I deepen the kiss. My hand roams her slick skin, soaking in every inch of her, memorizing her curves. When my fingers find her p***y, I slide inside, then pull back to circle her swollen bud with slow, deliberate strokes.

She moans into my mouth, her body arching toward my touch, and I take the moment to bite her bottom lip—claiming, teasing.

I reach for the showerhead, switching the spray to pulsate as I lower it between her legs. She jerks when the water hits her c**t, her knees trembling. I shift the stream, teasing her sensitive bud and the tight ring of her ass in slow, alternating rhythms.

Her scream echoes off the tiles as she shatters in my arms, and I can’t wait another second.

Lifting her effortlessly, I press her back against the slick wall and drive into her hard. She gasps, then cries out as I start to thrust deep and fast, our bodies slamming together with wet, urgent sounds.

“f**k, Max!” she pants, gripping my shoulders.

“Are you mine, Angel?” I growl into her ear, barely holding back.

“Yes, Max!” she cries, surrendering.

I pinch her c**t and feel her tighten around me as she comes again, triggering my own release. I thrust once, twice more and spill inside her, gritting her name through my teeth.

We breathe heavily, foreheads pressed together, water cascading over us.

And then it hits me.

“f**k. Angel…” I pull back, brushing wet hair from her face, my voice thick with regret. “I didn’t use a condom. I’ve never forgotten before. I’m so f*****g sorry, baby.”

Her expression softens, her hand smoothing down my jaw. “It’s okay, Max. I’m on the pill, and after my ex… I had a full panel. I’m clean.”

I nod, heart still hammering in my chest. “I knew you would be. I’m tested regularly too, but it’s my job to protect you—and I messed up.”

She leans in and kisses me softly. “Max… it’s okay.”

I don’t deserve her calm, her trust, but I’ll spend every day proving I’m worthy of it.

I soap us both off gently, rinse her with care, then wrap her in a towel like she’s something breakable—because she is, to me. Precious.

Back in the bedroom, we sit on the edge of the bed. She's quiet, wrapped up in the towel, and I brace for what she might say.

“Are you okay, Angel?” I ask.

She looks at me, eyes soft. “Will you stay, Max?”

I reach for her hand. “There’s no way I’m leaving you tonight,” I say. And maybe not ever.