A Forbidden Mating - Page 11

“No! I won’t let you harm him,” Jasinda growls.

“What say you, Beta?” Stark snarls, thinking his use of words degrades me. He wishes to mock me and have me react in anger, make myself vulnerable.

He doesn’t realize that Jasinda is much too important for me to be stupid. He’ll soon find that out, though.

“Wyatt, protect my woman, please.” I reach out to him in my mind. I ask him in a way that I thought I never would again. The word please does not come easy to a strong shifter, and it shouldn’t.

But my mate is all that matters. I need to make sure she’s safe.

“Kendra,” Wyatt calls out and I sense Kendra behind me, her arms going around Jasinda.

“Let’s go to the edge of the clearing with the others,” Kendra murmurs softly.

“My place is beside Colt,” Jasinda argues, and pride thrums through my body, my cock growing heavy with desire and the need to claim her again. She has such fire and spirit. She makes me proud to call her mine.

“We’ll only distract them. You don’t want to be the reason Colt is hurt,” the wold named Kendra says, and I must admit in that moment I misjudged her. She’s not weak, she’s not even afraid of Jasinda and even I know my mate’s wolf is ready to attack.

I turn to my mate, confident in ways that I haven’t been in years that Wyatt is guarding my back. I look deeply into my female’s eyes, my fingers softly caressing the side of her face.

I let them trail down the line of her neck, moving over my mating mark.

“All will be well, my beautiful little mate. I’ll take care of Stark and then you and I will go to my cabin like we planned.”

“You promise you’ll be okay?” she asks stubbornly.

“Don’t you have faith in your male, sweetheart?” I ask her softly, a smile sliding on my face as I fill with peace.

“You are, aren’t you?” she asks softly, stepping into me.

“I am what?” I ask, slightly confused, but that’s probably because I’m getting lost in her beautiful eyes. If I could have dreamed the perfect mate, it would be Jasinda.

There’s not one thing about her that I would change. The only thing that would make her better is if she was heavy with my child. But perhaps that seed has already been planted. If it hasn’t yet, it will be by the time this night is over.

“My male,” she responds and I can’t stop myself from leaning down to taste her lips. It’s not the kiss I long to give her, but it’s a small one full of promise.

“I am, sweet Jasinda. Completely yours. Have faith, sweetheart. I’m not giving you up now that I just found you,” I vow.

“Then go kick some ass,” she says with a smile, most of the worry fading from her face and confidence now in its place.

She believes in me.

That’s all I need.

“I accept your challenge, Stark. Come try to take me, if you think you can,” I taunt him, stepping into the clearing away from Wyatt and the others as I take my shirt off and throw it on the ground.

Next, I kick off my boots as my wolf bleeds through the surface.

My vision shifts as Stark steps up and begins undressing. We shift almost simultaneously and as my paws hit the ground, I let the aggression I feel in my body take over.

I will end this quickly. I have a woman who needs me now.

9

JASINDA

Ican’t watch, not when my mate shifts, not when I feel the air electrically charged, or the rush of emotion and aggression fill the air. Two waging packs, standing on either side of the males, ready to see who becomes the victor.

Although this won’t be a death match, I still can’t watch, still can’t see if Colt gets hurt, which undoubtedly, he will since I know Stark is a fierce fighter.