MATED BY NIGHT

NIGHT AND DAY INK

NEW YORK TIMES and USA TODAY BESTSELLING AUTHOR

MILLY

TAIDEN

This book is a work of fiction. The names, characters, places, and incidents are fictitious or have been used fictitiously, and are not to be

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Mated by Night

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Property of Milly Taiden December 2014

Chapter One

“Stop it!” Anabelle Cruz ordered the cat inside. First week on the job and her animal was

driving her up a wall. She’d been lucky enough to have her cousin Kiara get her a job at Night and
Day Ink. But so far, all she’d gotten to do was try to figure out a temperamental copier and buy coffee
for the elusive boss that refused to acknowledge she was around. To make matters worse, she was
getting close to her heat. Oh, she could handle it for a while but it wasn’t going to be comfortable.

She kicked the copier for the fourth time, hoping the damn machine would finally work. New

lights blinked on and off on the screen showing a paper jam in a location she’d already cleared.

“Fucking hell!” She didn’t even bother stopping the hiss that passed her lips. It was late and

the only person left in the office was Stephanie who was mated to her cousin’s bosses, Bryan and
Brent Day.

“Hey there, you okay?” Stephanie yelled from the entrance to the copier room. She held a cup

of coffee in one hand and a sticky note in the other.

“I may have to quit this job if we don’t get a new copier,” Ana replied. She blew the hair out

of her face and stood, wiping her hands with a paper towel.

Steph sighed and handed her the cup. “Here, drink this. It always helped Kiara get through the

worst of her day.”

“I don’t understand. Why am I stuck with the Phantom of the Opera?” She grumbled.

Steph leaned into the side of the copier. “Well, you could ask to work with another of Royce’s

step-brother’s, but they’re traveling and not around right now. Callum is the only Night around that
needs an assistant.”

“I can be a receptionist. Hell, I’ll join the security team if it will get me someone to actually

help during my shift.”

Steph passed her the purple sticky note. “Sorry, he asked me to tell you that he was leaving

and if anything urgent required his attention to give him a call at this number.”

Ana gritted her teeth. Her cat rubbed under her skin at the first whiff of the wolf’s scent from

the sticky note. Frickin’ A. Just like her damn tigress to want a wolf she couldn’t have. Her boss and
one of her cousin’s new in-laws. Just fucking great.

“Thank you. So what is it about me that Mr. Night doesn’t like?” The question slipped out.

She shouldn’t care, but the bastard wolf ignored her and it made her feel all kinds of insecure.

She knew she didn’t dress in typical professional attire, but nobody did at Night and Day. Her

red and white polka dot dress with waist cinching wide belt and red peep toe stilettoes were as
dressed up as she ever got. Yes, she was a big girl that loved to dress pinup style, but she had more
than enough curves for the outfits. Besides, Ana loved her body and she didn’t mind showing off her
curves. Kiara had gotten Royce to put her on a few of their flyers as their model. Her tattoos had all
been done at Night and Day. Maybe Callum didn’t feel she did a good job. Whatever it was, she
needed to find out what the hell he had against her.

“Maybe he just doesn’t need an assistant,” she said and sipped on the hot latte.

Stephanie followed her out of the copier room back to her desk. “Honey, Night men are so

internal. I have worked for Royce for what feels like forever and it took me a long time to figure out

what he was saying in his cryptic words and messages.”

“But you’re helping Bryan and Brent now,” Ana said.

Stephanie grinned, her smile showing her adoration for the two men. “Yeah, but only until

they’re back from their honeymoon. Once they return we go back to each other’s bosses or nobody
would ever get any work done in this place.”

Definitely. With Stephanie involved with both Day men and Kiara mated to Royce, it would

be highly distracting for everyone to have their mates working directly for them.

“So what am I supposed to do about Mr. Night?” She said, not using his first name even

though she adored the name Callum. She’d only seen him a handful of times. All from a distance and
in a room filled with men. The result had been a very agitated tigress inside Ana and many nights of
rubbing herself on her sheets. She pursed her lips. The heat hadn’t even hit her fully for her tigress to
do that. It made no sense.

Stephanie threw a long lock of hair behind her ear. “Why don’t you come to work at times it

will be easier for you to get a chance to talk to him?”

She frowned. She was in the office during her assigned hours, but had offered to come in and

leave at whatever times necessary. Callum didn’t seem impressed with Ana. His messages to her
were always brief and he never asked for her to bring him anything. Usually it was a passing it off to
someone else. Heck, she’d yet to be in his office.

She got an idea. It might be a bad one, but at this point she didn’t give a shit about getting into

trouble. She had to do something. She needed to get to know Callum. The best way to do that would
be to go into his office and familiarize herself with the projects he was working on. She knew he
handled the acquisition of new shops, so that meant she needed to go read through the pile of emails
and files on his desk. And whatever else was in his office.

“You’re right!” She grinned. “That’s what I’ll do.”

“That’s the spirit,” Stephanie grinned. “Okay, I have to go. My boys are down the street at a

bar, but they’re going to be calling me soon to take me to dinner. I have some files to take care of
before I go. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“You got it. And thank you again.” She said as Stephanie dashed toward her side of the floor.

Stephanie stopped and turned to wave. “No problem. Just remember that Night men are very

internal. You gotta get him to talk.”

Right. Talk. Easier said than done.

Chapter Two

Callum cradled his whiskey tumbler. It was his fourth or fifth and had done nothing to calm the

hunger inside him. Hunger for one hot little cat who sat right outside his office door. He leaned back
in the quiet bar corner outside the building.

Bryan and Brent glanced back and forth at each other and then stared at him. “You know,

we’ve seen this before.”

“Seen what?” He asked the Wonder Twins. At least that’s how everyone at Night and Day

referred to them.

“The signs. You’re wanting someone and we think we know who it is,” Brent said, picking up

his glass and bringing it to his lips.

“If you’re anything like Royce, than you have the hots for Anabelle.” Bryan grinned. “Not that

anyone could blame you. We’ve had multiple employees ask to be at her next photo shoot so they can
get a glimpse of the curvy model in lingerie.”

A growl slipped past Callum’s lips. His animal didn’t appreciate knowing other men wanted

the tigress. With the bountiful curves and beautiful pinup look, she made him hard with a single smile.
Her beautiful caramel complexion always glowed with health and life. Whether he wanted to admit it
or not, he searched for her scent the moment he entered the building.

It was like a cat and mouse game. She didn’t know it, but he needed to know she was around.

Close enough that he could soothe the animal inside with a whiff of her cat. He’d caught glimpses of
her coming and going throughout the day. Usually from behind. And what a behind she had. He had
stared at her more than once, watching the sexy sway of her hips and the wiggle of her bottom in those
curve-hugging dresses she loved to wear.

Usually he tried to stay away from her. From her scent. That delicious combination of wild

animal and warm woman were driving his wolf insane. Not to mention making it damn hard for him to
focus on acquiring the upcoming building. She was close to her heat and he could think of nothing
more than taking her for himself.

“She’s in heat and needs to be with a person ready to mate. That’s not me.”

“Why not?” Brent asked. He tugged off the tie he’d worn to the meeting the three had with the

seller of the property Night and Day wanted to buy.

He didn’t want to explain why he didn’t want to have a mate. The Day brothers didn’t need

insight into his previously messy personal life, but he chose to enlighten them with some information.

“I had a mate once before.”

Bryan frowned. He leaned forward in the booth. “Well, where is she?”

“Gone.” He didn’t bother adding how or why. That wasn’t something they needed to know.

“I’m sorry,” Bryan said. “Losing a loved one can be hard.”

He didn’t stop them from thinking his previous mate had passed away. She was dead in every

sense of the word. Even if he didn’t mourn her.

“I can’t be Ana’s mate. So I think you need to give her to someone else. Her heat is coming

and she’ll need to be away from the shops or you’ll have a fucking riot on your hands.” Fucking hell it

twisted his stomach in knots to think of her no longer being right outside his door. At an arm’s reach.
He knew it was the right thing to do. He was a loner, no longer interested in the mate and family life.
He’d tried that. It hadn’t worked. If he wanted to fuck, then he’d go to one of the Wolfe clubs and
hook up with someone there. His friend Mason always had a large number of single shifters ready and
willing to help him relax his animal.

“She’s not going to be happy. She just started this week at the office. Usually we keep her as a

floater for our models. We get a lot of hits on our social media pages when we post photos of her
shoots.”

They would too. Ana was gorgeous. Big brown eyes framed by long thick lashes. A tiny nose

and bow-shaped lips always covered in red gloss. Then there was the tiny mole at the corner of her
mouth. Every photo of her smiling, she’d come out looking like a sex goddess.

To make her already delectable body even sexier, she had a right arm sleeve tattoo of

beautiful colorful flowers in a new watercolor style. She had multiple tattoos that were constantly
showed off in the catalog. From the ones behind her neck down to the ones around her feet.

“I’m not trying to be a jerk,” he said, hating the role but used to it in life. “She needs to go

work with someone else. But first give her some time off to get over her upcoming heat.”

The last thing he wanted to hear about was Ana hooking up with one of the employees. She

should be in his bed. Fucking hell why did he have to want her? Why now. He’d spent years ignoring
relationships and mate talk. Until he’d seen Royce and Kiara together, he hadn’t even given it another
thought. When he discovered Maria’s true colors, he’d known he would never be the same again.

“But you’re going to be traveling soon. Won’t that make a difference?” Brent asked. “She is

hard-headed like Kiara. I don’t see her wanting a vacation. She just got back from spending time
volunteering.”

Unwanted interest lit in his chest. “What was she volunteering at?”

“Helping build an orphanage in Africa. She only just got back like a month or two ago. It’s

why you hadn’t seen her around the office before then. We work around her schedule for photos. But
she says she’s taking a break from travel and is going to be around more.”

He didn’t want her around. Not messing with his animal. Having him desire things he’d shut

down years back. She was too young. Too innocent and he could easily destroy her faith with his
bitterness.

“Put her somewhere else,” he said, taking a gulp of his drink. “I have no need for her.”

His wolf roared inside. The animal hated the idea of being away from Ana. If he was honest,

Callum did too. This wasn’t about wanting a mate. It was about keeping his sanity. Her scent was
driving him to rethink things he’d decided against. Like finding a new mate. Like the idea of happily
ever after he’d once thought he’d have with Maria was possible.

His sex drive didn’t give a fuck what he’d decided on. His cock definitely didn’t care that

Callum no longer wanted a mate. He wanted Ana. Her curvy body spread and ready for him to eat.
He’d been tortured daily. Smelling her tigress’s heat and visualizing her on his sofa, her pretty dress
lifted up to her waist to show him her slick pussy. Oh, how he’d tortured himself with the mental
images.

Ana’s scent was like a new drug for Callum’s animal. It breathed life into the desperate urges

he’d tried to ignore. Like wanting to kiss Ana’s sexy lips. Or wondering if the tattoo he’d seen in one

of her photos ended anywhere near her pussy. The vine of pretty blue flowers and butterflies started
at her left shoulder and curled down her side. It continued to her hip and made a dive into her panties.
He’d been dying of curiosity wondering if it ended before or at her pussy.

“Well, we’re leaving.” Bryan glanced down at his cell phone. “We promised Stephanie

dinner at her favorite restaurant and she is very particular about food. Feed her or die is her motto.”
He slid out of the booth, waiting for Brent to follow. “So we’ll see you tomorrow.”

Callum watched his friends leave. He leaned back in the booth and stared into his glass.

There. He’d done it. He’d ignored his instinct of taking Ana for himself and got rid of temptation.

The waitress picked up Bryant and Brent’s empty glasses. “Can I get you anything else,

handsome?”

He looked up, watched her push her breasts out in the low cut tank top and smiled. “No, thank

you.”

Disappointment flashed in the woman’s eyes as she turned to walk away. He knew she wanted

him. Could smell it on her the moment he’d walked in. While at another time, he’d have considered
taking her offer for a quick release of pent up arousal, he knew that wasn’t the answer now. Sitting
there thinking about Ana wasn’t going to solve anything either.

He left enough money to cover their drinks and the tip. As he stepped out of the bar, he

remembered the file he would need for the morning meeting was on his desk. He had some notes to
make. Dammit, he’d have to go back to the office and pick it up. At least he knew Ana wouldn’t be
there.

Chapter Three

Ana grabbed some of the files from her desk, glanced down the hallway to ensure nobody was

coming and quietly slipped into Callum’s office. The moment she stepped foot in there, the tigress
purred. She pushed at the skin and wanted out. The scent of him lingered in the office. Pure male and
dangerous wolf. The combination made her bite her lip to keep from groaning. She really needed to
start taking her heat medication sooner than ever it seemed.

Callum’s office was dark woods and black leather. She walked around his office, her steps

muted by the carpeting. She walked over to his desk and pulled his chair back. His scent was even
more powerful there. The leather of the seat squeaked when she sat down. He still had the latest file
right on his desk. She opened it and read for a few minutes, but the potent scent of him in that area
managed to distract her from the task at hand.

“Why does he have to be the one you want?” She hissed at the cat. The animal pushed under

her skin as if to remind her she wanted him too. Callum wasn’t all tattooed like the Day brothers. He
was much more like Royce. A typical business man who wore slacks and button-down shirts. With
those gorgeous dark eyes and spiky cut hair, he was hot. But when you added the few times she’d
caught him grinning or his eyes glowing with the animal, she’d been a goner. Sexual arousal to the
billionth power.

She sighed and leaned back on his chair, caressing the arm rests at her sides. She needed help.

All her brain focused on was the he’d been there before. His body sat on that chair and his scent was
still on his desk. She picked up the pen he’d used and lifted it to her nose. Yeah, it was official. She
needed therapy and a serious dose of hormonal control. Disgust over her inability to control her own
body filled her. Slamming the file closed, she picked it up, along with the notebook and pen she’d
brought with her and headed for the sofa on the other side of the office.

Sitting at his desk was messing with her head. It was pushing her to want things she really

should not at the moment. A mate. A wolf. They didn’t play well together. She scratched, he bit. Great
combination in bed, but not with wild animals.

She spread the papers around her on the sofa and started taking notes. Her mind drifted on the

idea of her mating with Callum. Why oh why did she do it to herself? Why couldn’t she just find a
nice tiger to give her a litter? She knew it was that. She wanted babies dammit. But why did her
bitchy cat want to focus on a wolf? Wolves were not for tigers. It was a match made in hell.

She leaned back and closed her eyes. Callum’s scent continued to drive her tigress wild. It

was hard enough to get her stomach to stop flip-flopping and to control her erratic heartbeats.

“Stop torturing me,” she begged her tigress. “He’s not for you.”

His scent grew thicker around her, more powerful. Her pussy went slick with need. The damn

cat inside her reveled in his scent. She purred in the back of her throat, the sound low and soft.

“That has to be the sexiest thing I’ve ever heard.”

Her eyes snapped open to clash with a golden gaze no more than a few inches for her.

“I’m—” She gulped.

“In heat,” he inhaled and licked his lips.

She squeezed her legs tight because if not she’d definitely wet her panties.

“I’m sorry,” she tried again.

She glanced at the man looming in front of her. How had she not heard him walk in? Where

was her super cat hearing when she needed it? Probably thinking about him just like everything else in
her body.

He’d caged her in the sofa. She licked her lips and tried not to moan when he leaned closer.

“You really do smell delicious,” he said, his voice rough with the beast.

She glanced down at his mouth. At the hard way he breathed. He appeared to be having as

much difficulty breathing as she did getting enough air into her lungs. She knew he wanted her. She
could scent it, but more than that, she could see it in his eyes.

“Mr. Night...” her voice trailed off when he shook his head.

“Callum. Say it.”

She gulped. Dear lord she was in such deep shit. Not even the kind of deep shit a person

disliked. This was the deep shit she had dreamed about but tried to steer clear of due to their different
species status.

“Callum,” she whispered.

A slow predatory grin spread over his lips. His eyes brightened and a dangerous tightening

took hold of his features.

She blinked. All hell broke loose. He leaned down, meshed their lips together and kissed her

with so much heat she was left breathless. She gasped. He used the movement to plunge his tongue
into her mouth. She purred in the back of her throat. The tigress wanted the wolf so badly. It was
unlike anything she’d ever experienced before. Her animal’s urges had pushed her into full blown
heat.

Callum continued to kiss her, rubbing his tongue over hers so expertly she lost herself in the

moment. He nipped and sucked on her lips, groaning with every press of their lips. Every swipe of
their tongues was like a match being lit on fire. Her blood scorched her veins.

He pulled away from her. Their gazes met. His bold look raked down her face to her chest.

She bit her lip. Her body had turned into a hormonal mess that pushed her desire to new heights.

“Callum...”

“Shh,” he murmured and got down on his knees. She licked her lips, watched him spread her

legs open and push her skirt up. “This is such a pretty dress.”

She leaned back at the feel of his hands sliding up her legs. The way he stared at her body, so

possessive, sent shivers down her back.

“Thank you,” she clenched her teeth to keep from moaning. The tigress rolled under her skin.

She wanted out.

“But you’re beautiful, so the dress has to go.” He pushed the material up, until she was spread

open and showing off her red bikini panties.

She took large gulps of breath, her muscles tight. Her nails dug into the arm rests she held on

to at her sides. He smoothed his hands over her inner thighs and then yanked on her panties. The glow
in his eyes increased to an almost unnaturally gold. She knew her own eyes glowed with the power of
her tigress.

“This.” He lowered the panties down to her shoes and pulled them off. He left the heels on

and shoved her legs wider. “I wanted to stay away,” he muttered. “I wanted you to find someone else
to mate with.” He inhaled deep and groaned. “You still can, but right now, I have to have you.”

Her pussy throbbed with need. She’d never had her heat to the point her body was so ready to

give in to any man. Ever.

He leaned down and rubbed his nose over her clit. Electricity shot down from her nipples to

her pussy. She groaned and pushed her hips closer to his face. She forgot all about modesty. All about
him being a wolf and her being a cat. All about her being a big girl with big curves. She no longer
cared about any of it. All that mattered was him and her. Here and now. Giving some relief to the
raging inferno in her pussy.

“You smell so fucking good, little cat.”

“Oh, God!,” she purred in the back of her throat. The sound sent vibrations through her body.

“And that purring is definitely hot as hell.”

The feel of his tongue on her flesh was like a cool wave on a hot day. She moaned loud,

loving the long licks he did going from her ass up to her clit. Then, to make her even crazier, he
flicked his tongue over the tiny nerve bundle in quick swipes. Her eyes rolled to the back of her head
and her claws dug deep into the sofa, tearing through the leather.

He lifted his head and winked at her as he licked his lips. “That’s it, kitten. Show me the wild

side of you.”

Chapter Four

Jesus. She might not make it out of there alive. Or unmated. Wait, he’d said it was just sex.

That he wouldn’t take her for a mate. Okay. She could live with that even if her animal hissed against
the idea. Crazy cat wanted the wolf. Go figure.

“Keep licking me. I’m so hot. I need you,” she said, her voice low and garbled from her

animal being so close to the surface.

Callum’s head dropped between her legs again. It was the most amazing thing she’d felt in her

life. His tongue danced over her clit, down to her entrance and even lower to her ass. Then he did it
again. She gripped the leather, the sound of it tearing continued to fill the office.

A ball of fire burned bright in her pussy. She gasped at the quick tightening of her muscles.

The orgasm caught her completely by surprise. His licks and sucks on her pussy turned faster, harsher.

Tension snapped inside her. She pressed her head back against the sofa cushion and let her

body lose control. She screamed. The burning call for him rushed up her throat and left her lips at the
same time a wave of bliss blasted her.

She’d never, not even when she’d played with herself, come as hard as she had that moment.

Her legs shook and she held the torn leather from the sofa in her fists.

Callum lifted his head from between her legs. A sexy smile flirted over his lips. “I knew

you’d taste good. Like fucking strawberries.”

That’s the moment she ignored the human side and let the animal have her way. In an instant,

she sprinted. One minute he was on his knees in front of her and the next she was tearing at his clothes
while he was on his back on the carpet. Not that she timed it, but it took her exactly five seconds to
rip his clothes off.

“I hope you weren’t too fond of that suit,” she grinned, spreading her hands over his smooth

muscled skin. That’s what she wanted to touch. Skin. His warm skin and feel that much closer to the
wolf inside him.

“Fuck the suit.”

Her thoughts exactly.

She ran her claws down his abs, watched him inhale sharply and stopped. Their gazes met and

a world of communication happened. She knew what he was watching her for. Scratches. Kitties
liked to scratch and she was no different. Right at that moment she wanted her claw marks all over
him. To mark him as hers. Fuck what tomorrow might bring. She wanted now.

“You got it,” he said. “Fuck tomorrow. I want you too.”

She’d said the words out loud and didn’t feel even a little bad over them. For too long she’d

lived following the rules to her species. But there was no denying it this time. Callum was too much
temptation wrapped in hot and sexy to ignore.

She took a long sweep down his body and fell in lust all over again. From his powerful arms

down to his rock hard cock, she was more than a little impressed. She was ready for a taste.

Leaning down, she sniffed his neck and moaned. Fucking hell. Even his scent was divine. Like

something out of her wet dreams. He smelled of wild animal and hot sex waiting to happen.

“God, Callum. You make me so wet,” she moaned, rubbing her nose on the curve of his neck.

He caressed his hands up to her chest, taking her large breasts into his hands and fondling her nipples.

“Ah, pussy cat. You’re the one built to bring a man to his knees,” he said softly. “Or to his

back.”

A small grin split her lips. She’d always seen the serious side of him. Never this playful and

sexy man. Fucking hell she liked it. Oh, she liked it a lot more than she should but she didn’t give a
damn about that right now.

She took a small lick of his skin and felt her pussy squeeze. Jesus, she was in trouble now. In

fact, she couldn’t stop herself from licking her way down to his cock. His abs contracted as she slid
past them. When she got to his belly button, she took a little nibble hard enough to burn but not leave a
mark. She had to try to control that side of her.

He was so hard and hot. She loved the length and girth of his cock. Normally, she’d pay little

attention to that. After all, it was how a man used it that counted, but when she’d been with a few who
had smaller sizes, she’d learned size mattered. No matter how good a man was with his equipment,
there was nothing she could do but fake it if she couldn’t even tell the equipment was being used or
not.

She licked from root to tip and sighed. “Now this,” she said and met his gaze with a smile, “is

the kind of sucky day I like.”

He barked a laugh and slid his fingers into her hair, roping it around his hand to allow him a

clear view. “Suck my dick, kitten. I want to watch you slide it down your throat and let it out covered
in your spit.”

She did just that. She twirled her tongue around his cock in circles, using her saliva and his

pre-cum to lubricate his length before opening wide and sucking him into her mouth.

“Ah, baby!” He groaned, pulling her head to his cock. “Your mouth is heaven.”

She bobbed her head up and down, allowing her saliva to slide down his length as she

sucked. With one hand, she jerked him at the base and she ran her other hand over his abs. She had
little control over her actions with the grunts of pleasure he kept giving. Her gaze strayed up to his
abs as she sucked. Every time she sucked harder, he’d groan and the grip on her hair would tighten.
She wanted to scratch him. The cat inside ordered her to do it. But she knew she shouldn’t. He wasn’t
hers. They weren’t a couple. Hell, they barely knew each other. Instinct didn’t lie, though. He was the
one she wanted. Her animal wanted him and the woman did too.

She got lost in her thoughts. There was no turning back now. She sucked him to the back of her

throat and used her tongue to flick over his balls. At the same time, she felt her claws extend. She
started to lightly scratch at his chest while still jerking him off and bobbing her head over his dick.

“That’s it, kitten. Fuck! You are so good with that mouth. Make me come, pussy cat.”

She hollowed her cheeks and sucked hard, digging her claws into his chest and pulling until

long thin scratches formed on his pecs. He growled loud and a hot rush of his seed filled her throat.
She swallowed and jerked harder. His hips thrust to her mouth, pushing his cock deep in her throat
until she made gagging noises.

Another growl and this time he pulled her off him. She now faced the other sofa in his office.

One that sat by a large glass window to the forest. A big, full moon shone through the window. She
kneeled on the seat of the sofa while he stood at her back.

She glanced over her shoulder to take a quick peek and caught him staring at her ass, licking

his lips.

“You have such a beautiful body. The tattoos. The curves. Your ass is gorgeous,” he groaned

the words as he squeezed her ass cheeks. The head of his cock pressed up against her wet sheath. “I
can’t wait to be inside you. Balls deep. Feeling your pussy grip me.”

She gasped at the first intimate touch of his cock pushing into her. She wasn’t inexperienced,

but being in heat tended to make her tighter than usual. His invasion of her body burned and felt so
fucking amazing she could do nothing but grip the sofa and feel. Christ! It was better than any prior
experience and he wasn’t even all the way in.

Chapter Five

He took his time pushing in at first, slowly. Then, once he had pushed and pulled a few times,

he took her by surprise and pressed up into her all the way. Breaths rushed out of her lungs in a race
out of her body.

“Yeah, kitten. Squeeze my dick with you tight little pussy,” he grunted.

Her body throbbed and she knew her pussy folds were sucking his dick hard. One of the

advantages of being in heat was the extra lubrication her body produced because her pussy contracted
around him.

“Oh, please, Callum. Fuck me already.”

She wiggled her ass and waited, hoping he’d get a move on. He did. A breath later and he was

propelling back and plunging back in. And again. The drives didn’t stop or slow. They increased with
speed and strength. Every thrust felt like she was being branded with a hot iron from the inside.

“Yes! Fuck, yes!”

Callum groaned. “My little kitten likes it rough, huh?”

She bit her lip and moaned. Slap! A quick sting against her ass cheek and her eyes popped

open. He gripped her hair and yanked until she was looking at him over her shoulder while he fucked
her hard.

“You like that, little cat? Like being fucked by the wolf?”

She didn’t answer. Instead she focused on the tension building inside her. On the image of

them on the glass in front of her.

Slap!

Another tap of her ass cheek and her pussy gripped his cock hard.

“Fuck, kitten. You do like it.” He dropped on all four, caging her. “You want to know what I

like?”

She nodded, breathless. “Please...”

“I like how slick your pussy is. I like how curvy you are. I like that you like me fucking you. I

like that my wolf wants your cat.”

“I like that too.” She didn’t understand it, but there was no denying it. Their animals were in

sync.

“How about I spit some of my seed into your pussy.” Hard thrust. “Tonight, I’m making you

mine. Fuck what I said before.” He pulled back and licked the back of her shoulder. “I’m taking you.
I’m biting you. I’m filling you with my cum.” Another retreat and instant plunge back in. “I’m going to
make you mine and then I’m going to breed my offspring into your wet pussy.” He grazed his teeth
over the back of her slick shoulder. “I’m going to pound you and fill you with seed. I want you, mine.”

The cat in heat agreed with every naughty word he spoke. She wanted that. Needed to be

mated. Needed to be taken. Wanted to be his. To bear his pups. She no longer cared what differences
there might be between them. All that mattered was what their bodies wanted. Each other.

“I want that too,” she moaned, the tension rising to a crescendo in her body.

“Do you want me to fuck you until we’re sure you’re carrying my offspring, Ana? Want to

bear my pups and spend your nights in my bed?”

Well, since he put it that way... “Nights in your bed sound good.”

He slid a hand around her front and between her legs to fondle her clit. “Not just night, kitten.

You have to want it all. Me. My offspring. The future. All of it.”

That was hard to think about when all her body wanted was for her to come. All she could

visualize was the explosion of pleasure when she finally did. But the way he took her body and
owned her showed her that both the human and animal sides of her wanted him.

Ana had always followed her instinct and it was screaming at her to take Callum and never let

him go.

“Yes. I’ll take it. The whole package. Under one condition.”

He sucked her earlobe into his mouth and bit down lightly. Goosebumps broke across her hot

flesh. “Tell me, kitten.”

What was she saying? Oh, yeah. Condition. “We work hard at this. It’s not all sex. You and I

both know it.”

“Oh, pussycat. I wouldn’t just offer my life to anyone. There’s a lot more to this than hot sex.

Though that’s always a plus.”

“Fuck, yes. Now bite me, wolf. Or I might change my mind.” She taunted.

He pressed at her clit hard, pinching her and her body convulsed with the force of her

orgasm. She curved her back into his body, plastering them together. He continued driving into her in
quick plunges. Then he struck. He bit down on her shoulder just as she was coming down from the
high of release. The pain from the bite sent her soaring all over again.

He growled loud, his body vibrating over hers as he came, filling her with his seed.

“You’re mine, kitten!”

It was long moments before she could move. They were both breathing choppy breaths as he

pulled out of her.

Chapter Six

Callum couldn’t believe what he’d allowed his wolf to push him into doing. He’d mated Ana.

Not just mated her. He’d come inside her to the point he could tell her scent was changing. She was
well and truly his. And the fear he’d had over mating was nowhere to be found.

Where was the nerves? The anguish over finally closing himself off from his freedom and

taking on a sole partner again.

“I have a question,” Ana said as he carried her into the full bathroom connected to his office.

That was something everyone had in their offices. He didn’t bother asking his cousin why there was a
full bathroom in his office. He had used it enough times after a run that he appreciated it being there.
Now he liked that he could carry Ana into the tub and sit there with her.

He deposited her on the edge of the tub and filled it with water. “Go ahead. What’s the

question?”

“Why have you been avoiding me?”

Fuck. That’s the last thing he wanted to talk about, but he would. He owed it to her. He

glanced into her beautiful chocolate-brown eyes and saw the questions swirling in their depths. The
last thing he wanted was for her to feel insecure with him. He’d been closed off for long enough. It
was time to let the past out and move on with his life.

“I wanted you. I knew I wasn’t going to be the man to mate with you so I stayed away. Or

better said, kept you away.”

She blinked and pursed her lips in thoughts. He helped her climb into the warm bath water and

went in after her, sitting across to face her. Her breasts bobbed right at the water line, showing him
peeks of her nipples with each of her movements.

“But you changed your mind all of a sudden about me?”

“I didn’t want a mate,” he said honestly. “I know how deceitful people can be.”

Her brows rose with interest. “What do you mean? I’ve never been mated. I’ve stayed away

from that because I like to travel and do things my way. Most alpha males can’t handle that.”

He gave a sharp nod. “I was mated once.”

She gasped. “You what?”

“It wasn’t like tonight. There was no intense connection of feelings of belonging together. She

and I had sex and I let the animal control things. She bit me and that pushed me to bite her back. It set
off a chain of events that I didn’t want. In the end we were mated but barely knew each other.”

She bit her lip and frowned. He knew what she was thinking. They hardly knew each other

either. But things with them had been different. With Maria his instinct had been to get away from her
once he’d bitten her. But he’d ignored it to do his duty. He shouldn’t have.

“What happened?”

“She was apparently mated to a few others.”

She blinked wide eyes at him. “Is that even possible?”

He nodded. “She’d lied to all of us. Told us her previous mate was dead. One of the men

she’d strung along didn’t take kindly to her games and killed her.”

“Oh, my God! I’m so sorry.”

He shook his head. “I didn’t want another mate after that,” he said, pinning her with his gaze.

“Sex is all well and good, but I didn’t want to live anything like that again.”

She licked her luscious pink lips and cleared her throat. “What about now?”

He grinned. She was gorgeous with her sexy smiles and mouth-watering curves, but that

wasn’t what got him with her. Her big, innocent looks did him in. He knew that was the real her. Her
eyes told him all he needed to know about her and it was that she wouldn’t play games.

“Now,” he leaned forward and pulled her to him, until she was straddling him in the wide tub,

“we get to know each other better while I kiss every beautiful inch of skin on your body.”

She curled her arms around his neck and stared at him for a moment. “I was afraid to believe

we could have something real. We’re so different. Heck, we’re different species. But something tells
me this is so right.”

“Trust your instinct, kitten. It will never guide you wrong.” He stared at her lips. Fuck he

wanted to kiss her and fuck her all over again. He knew that wouldn’t change for a long time, if ever.

“I will. I do have a request,” she said softly, her breasts brushing his chest.

His mind was solely on sex, but he knew this was important. Then he could take her every

way possible again. Before he took her to his home. She was his now.

“What’s that?”

She brushed her lips over his. “Let’s try to make this work, okay?”

He nodded, pulling her head to his for a deeper kiss. “We’ll take it one day at a time.”

That sounded so good. One day at a time with the wolf her cat wanted. Who would’ve known

that cats and wolves can play well together?

Six Months Later...

“Wait. What?” Callum asked glancing up from the papers she’d handed him two hours ago.

Ana grinned at the confused expression on her mate. She’d rarely been able to say anything to

get that kind of reaction.

“I said you’re going to need to give up your two-seater sports car soon because your plan to

get me pregnant has worked.”

He jumped to his feet and came around his desk in a rush, picking her up off her feet in a tight

bear hug. “How the hell do you know that? I can’t scent the difference in you yet.”

She laughed and hugged him back. “That’s because we’re having a kitty, Mr. Wolf. Not a

puppy.”

He leaned down and kissed her. “Then I guess we’ll have to keep trying for more until we

have one of each...or a few.”

She giggled and hugged him tight. “Let’s deal with the first one and see how things go.”

He cupped her face and leaned close. “You got it. One day at a time sounds good.”

It sounded perfect to her.

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New York Times and USA Today Bestselling Author Milly Taiden (AKA April Angel) loves to

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