I swallowed hard and basked in the safety I felt in his arms. Our bodies fit together like two puzzle pieces. It was like I’d finally found the other half of my soul. It was the mate bond tightening. I could feel it between us, pulling us closer to each other. Binding us together just a little more.
“You were made for me,” he gritted out, and I couldn’t help but feel how right he was. I was made for him. Everything in my life came down to this one moment. I’d found my mate because of the life I lived. It was meant to be. It was fate.
Together, we started moving. Our bodies slid across each other, slick with sweat and desire. Our scents mingled in the air; our pheromones heightened each other’s arousal. I was full of need and lust, overwhelmed by a love deeper than I could ever imagine. Inside, I felt the urge to be claimed by him. While sex strengthened the mate bond, it wouldn’t be fully formed until we were marked by each other. I wanted his mark more than I thought possible.
“Please,” I begged. I wanted him to move harder within me.
Six's hips moved with erotic precision, driving into me over and over again. I was on the edge of a cliff, waiting to go over the side.
“Claim me,” I gasped as he buried himself balls deep inside me. “Claim me, Six.”
When his teeth clamped down over my collarbone, I splintered around him. Lights were dancing behind my eyes as I shattered into a million pieces. I felt our bond snap fully into place. I was his. I belonged to him in a way I’d belonged to no other.
It was my turn to leave my mark on him, to claim him as mine. I felt my teeth elongating as I bit down hard, breaking the skin on his shoulder and neck. He threw back his head and roared as his cock pulsed deep inside me.
Six continued to thrust into me a few more times, his body shaking as he emptied his hot seed inside me. My body quivered at the thought of having his cubs. We could easily get pregnant, and though the idea used to terrify me, with Six, I couldn’t wait.
He licked at the wound on my neck, my shifter healing already starting to go to work on the injury. I groaned at the touch of his tongue and lips.
“Mine, Twistie. You’re mine.”
“Yes,” I sighed, exhaustion starting to overtake me. “Always,” I whispered and curled up into him before falling asleep in his arms. When I dreamed, I dreamed of a future I never thought possible, a life beyond the compound. A life with Six.
He wasn’t with me when I woke up, but his scent lingered in the room and on my skin. The bed was cold where he’d been sleeping, and light streamed in through the blinds, telling me that I’d slept all night and into the early afternoon.
My emotions were in turmoil. On the one hand, I felt happy and satisfied in a way I’d never felt before, but on the other hand, I felt guilty for leaving my mom behind and angry because she wasn’t likely to survive Malcolm.
Six said he’d go after her, and I believed him. If he was going after Mom, I was going with him. With my mind made up, I rolled out of bed and used his shower to wash the smell of sweat and sex from my skin. I ran my fingers over the tender marks on my neck. They were mostly healed, but still bruised. He’d claimed me last night. I could feel the bond to him, my body, my mind, my animal, and my soul couldn’t wait to be with him again.
Briefly, I wondered how it was for Mom. She was human, so I wondered if she felt the same kind of connection to Dad. Was it different for her since she was still human? My heart hurt a little from the thought that she never experienced anything like this before. Not for the first time, I wondered why Dad didn’t turn her after they mated. She’d have been stronger to fight Malcolm. If she was turned, I’d have been a full shifter and be able to turn someone myself.
If it was different for other shifters, I didn’t know, but foxes could only turn if they were full-blooded shifter. In our skulk, I was an outcast because I was the only half breed, and Mom was a prisoner and human. If she was still even alive. My gut clenched, and anger rolled through my veins.
I got out of the shower and quickly dried off. My clothes had ripped during my shift last night, but I found a stack of clothes about my size sitting on the dresser. I smelled them, thankfully they were new and didn’t smell like any of the women here. If they had, I’d have skipped those clothes and grabbed one of Six’s shirts to throw on. The last thing I wanted was to smell like one of the other women.
When I went out the door, I saw the young guy, Kitty, standing there. He had a hard jaw, lightly covered in blond scruff. His electric blue eyes glowed an unnatural shade blue, but it didn’t take away from his hotness. He was solid muscle and almost as big as Six.
“You okay, Twistie?”
“You’re calling me Twistie, too?”
He gave me a smirk, “That’s how Six addresses you. That’s the name I know.”
“And if he addressed me as Sweetheart?”
Kitty’s smirk fell. “I value my life too much, I’d lose it if I called you something like Sweetheart.”
“Good call,” Six’s voice spoke up as he moved closer to us from down the hall. Kitty grinned and walked toward his president.
“A few happy emotions, followed by lots of fear, sadness, and guilt, then anger,”
