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Authors: P. Jameson
Tags: Fiction, Romance, Contemporary, Paranormal, Adult, Family Life, Wolf, Erotic, racing, fate, best friend, loss, Alpha, Years, secrets, Weather, mates, rebuilding, Forever, sister, True Mate, were-wolf, Dirt Track Racing, Packmates, Mystery Mate, Survived, Share, Bobcat Shifter, Ravine, Convince, Interfered, Patiently, Discover, Intended
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her breath rushed out with each push. It was pure bliss, being with Dessy. And he could have it forever.
Not forever .
Diz sped up. She was close to coming again and he wanted to feel her pulsing on his cock.
“Diz,” she wailed, and he kissed his name from her lips.
Tighter and tighter, her body gripped his hardness, until with a whimper, she came. Diz went utterly still, absorbing the sensation of her body releasing.
“ Fuck ,” he breathed. “Dessy, fuck .”
When she finished, he was nearly shattered. A single move could be the point of no return. He had to make a decision and he had to do it now.
Make Dessy his… or not. Mark her… or don’t.
Choose her or wait for his intended.
The choice should be easy.
Her. Dessy. I want her .
No. Not mine.
Mine!
Not mine .
Panting, he bent his head to her neck to ready her for his bite. She tipped her head, knowing what he wanted, and accepting. She wanted his mark.
He thrust once, struggling with his decision. He licked her skin to soothe the area his teeth would mark.
He wanted desperately to give her his future. She deserved it. He deserved it. But fate was a bitch one couldn’t mess with. How would this decision hurt them down the road? Would she come to hate being his mate when his wolf hadn’t bonded with her?
Shit. His goddamn motherfucking wolf. What the hell was wrong with his animal? He’d gone from confused about his feelings for Destiny, wanting her one minute, wanting to mate the next… to putting his foot down. His wolf, who’d wanted her body at the river, lusted after her for ages, now wouldn’t give her his mark.
The fucking bastard. The fucking user.
Mine , Diz screamed inside.
Not mine , the bastard replied, not even riled.
He thrust again, grounding himself in her body. She was his anchor. His home. His safe place. Nothing could change that.
Could it?
He kissed her neck before locking his teeth gently in place.
Bite. Mark . Make her mine. Mine .
But he couldn’t. He fucking couldn’t. Not until he could sort out what the hell was wrong with his animal.
When he was done here, he was taking the fucker out to have a little one on one. No part of him was going to keep Diz from his female. And no matter how much the shifter in him protested, Dessy was his.
She was fucking his .
With a growl, he loosened his grip on her neck, and buried his face there instead, thrusting and breathing her in until he released inside of her, filling her with what should have marked her with his scent.
He slowed, kissing her tenderly, willing her to feel what he felt. But he wasn’t full of hope and love anymore.
He felt empty. He felt half dead. Regret and dread filled him as he pulled out of her warm heat. She was quiet when he gathered her in his arms, breathing to escape the fury clawing at his chest.
He couldn’t stay here, but he wouldn’t leave her alone yet. Not after that.
Shit. Fuck .
Chapter Nine
Destiny was numb as Diz pulled her into the circle of his arms. Like being smacked so hard your skin refused to feel whatever came next. That’s how her heart felt. Bruised. Battered.
She listened as his breathing became harder, stiffer. He was angry, and it told her everything about what had just happened. He wasn’t able to mark her no matter how much he wanted to, because his future belonged to another female. And he wasn’t willing to give her up for Destiny.
He didn’t love her. Not anymore than as a friend.
She swallowed hard, desperate not to cry.
Diz would not be her loving mate. How cruel reality was, to take their wishes and stomp them to the ground as if they didn’t matter.
As her friend, he’d wanted to make this possible for her. He’d even desired her body the way she desired his, it was obvious. But he couldn’t do forever. That was the line he’d drawn tonight.
She had to accept it.
Searing pain snapped at her heart like a devil’s whip, and she breathed through it, desperate to not let a
Not forever .
Diz sped up. She was close to coming again and he wanted to feel her pulsing on his cock.
“Diz,” she wailed, and he kissed his name from her lips.
Tighter and tighter, her body gripped his hardness, until with a whimper, she came. Diz went utterly still, absorbing the sensation of her body releasing.
“ Fuck ,” he breathed. “Dessy, fuck .”
When she finished, he was nearly shattered. A single move could be the point of no return. He had to make a decision and he had to do it now.
Make Dessy his… or not. Mark her… or don’t.
Choose her or wait for his intended.
The choice should be easy.
Her. Dessy. I want her .
No. Not mine.
Mine!
Not mine .
Panting, he bent his head to her neck to ready her for his bite. She tipped her head, knowing what he wanted, and accepting. She wanted his mark.
He thrust once, struggling with his decision. He licked her skin to soothe the area his teeth would mark.
He wanted desperately to give her his future. She deserved it. He deserved it. But fate was a bitch one couldn’t mess with. How would this decision hurt them down the road? Would she come to hate being his mate when his wolf hadn’t bonded with her?
Shit. His goddamn motherfucking wolf. What the hell was wrong with his animal? He’d gone from confused about his feelings for Destiny, wanting her one minute, wanting to mate the next… to putting his foot down. His wolf, who’d wanted her body at the river, lusted after her for ages, now wouldn’t give her his mark.
The fucking bastard. The fucking user.
Mine , Diz screamed inside.
Not mine , the bastard replied, not even riled.
He thrust again, grounding himself in her body. She was his anchor. His home. His safe place. Nothing could change that.
Could it?
He kissed her neck before locking his teeth gently in place.
Bite. Mark . Make her mine. Mine .
But he couldn’t. He fucking couldn’t. Not until he could sort out what the hell was wrong with his animal.
When he was done here, he was taking the fucker out to have a little one on one. No part of him was going to keep Diz from his female. And no matter how much the shifter in him protested, Dessy was his.
She was fucking his .
With a growl, he loosened his grip on her neck, and buried his face there instead, thrusting and breathing her in until he released inside of her, filling her with what should have marked her with his scent.
He slowed, kissing her tenderly, willing her to feel what he felt. But he wasn’t full of hope and love anymore.
He felt empty. He felt half dead. Regret and dread filled him as he pulled out of her warm heat. She was quiet when he gathered her in his arms, breathing to escape the fury clawing at his chest.
He couldn’t stay here, but he wouldn’t leave her alone yet. Not after that.
Shit. Fuck .
Chapter Nine
Destiny was numb as Diz pulled her into the circle of his arms. Like being smacked so hard your skin refused to feel whatever came next. That’s how her heart felt. Bruised. Battered.
She listened as his breathing became harder, stiffer. He was angry, and it told her everything about what had just happened. He wasn’t able to mark her no matter how much he wanted to, because his future belonged to another female. And he wasn’t willing to give her up for Destiny.
He didn’t love her. Not anymore than as a friend.
She swallowed hard, desperate not to cry.
Diz would not be her loving mate. How cruel reality was, to take their wishes and stomp them to the ground as if they didn’t matter.
As her friend, he’d wanted to make this possible for her. He’d even desired her body the way she desired his, it was obvious. But he couldn’t do forever. That was the line he’d drawn tonight.
She had to accept it.
Searing pain snapped at her heart like a devil’s whip, and she breathed through it, desperate to not let a
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