“He’s lying,” the waitress cried out.
William knew that; he’d already scented the lie. Before William could tell her he knew, Troy entered the room. Straight away he fired a questioning look at William. William knew he should let go of the man, but he was in full protection mode, the edges of his sight rimmed red. This man had somehow wronged his mate, and he wanted to rip his head off and spit down his neck.
Chapter 4
“Sir, it’s my fault.” Porsha spoke up when Troy bounded into the room and asked what was going on. She’d been speechless upon seeing the huge bouncer pick up the male she had hold of and haul him up with his hands around his neck, seemingly without effort. And then seeing how handsome the bouncer was had shocked her more. “The male was a bit hands-on. I warned him three times before I kinda snapped. I wrestled him to the floor and placed him in a thumb-lock.” She sighed and looked down at her feet. “I may have over-reacted.”
She knew she was blushing beet red. Every single pair of eyes in the room was on her. Especially the large male to her left, who she felt instantly drawn to. He was still holding onto the wolf shifter’s nape, his finger clenched so tightly his knuckles were white. She didn’t regret taking the wolf shifter to the floor; he’d placed one of his hands on her breast and the other on her butt. She did, however, regret getting caught. With a heavy sigh, she realized this could be the last day she worked there.
She looked over the bouncer’s body. Each of his muscular arms was covered in sleeves of tattoos. She could see his pecs and six-pack through his tight, black shirt as it plastered against his skin. His long, thick thighs stretched the black slacks of his uniform. At the moment his face was a picture of anger and frustration, but when she’d first seen it, he looked as shocked as everyone else in the room. He had full lips, and his nose started slim at the top, then came down to flared nostrils. His eyes were a deep gray color. His hair was short and spiked. Even before she inhaled the scents from around the room, she knew he was her mate. Instantly, her dragon pressed against her skin.
The room and her predicament were lost in sexy thoughts. Him over the top of her. Her legs wrapped around his waist as he pounded his huge cock into her. Oh, she’d seen what he was packing, and it did look big. She licked her lips at the thought of her on her knees in front of him, taking his cock into her mouth.
“Porsha!” Troy’s voice broke through her lusty thoughts. Shit!
“Pardon?”
“You warned him several times?” Troy asked, exasperation filling his voice.
“Yes, sir. Three times. He kept insisting I needed a protector, that I was too small for a workplace like this. He kept telling me that he could be that man.” Her eyes left Troy to meet the bouncer’s again. She couldn’t help being drawn to him.
Troy studied Porsha and William for a moment, and he seemed to gather what was going on between them. “Oh shit, really? William?”
Is that his name?
Porsha watched William’s head nod in reply to Troy’s question, his eyes never leaving hers.
Troy pressed a button on the inside of his cuff. “Andrew, get your butt up to VIP four. ASAP,” Troy barked. “William, let him go,” he ordered.
The male ignored him, his gaze never breaking from Porsha.
“William,” Troy shouted with a growl in his voice. He ambled over to William, clasped his hand on the male’s shoulders, and whispered something in his ear. He spoke so quietly that even with her enhanced hearing Porsha couldn’t make out what he said.
“Promise?” William asked Troy, only to receive a nod.
William released the wolf shifter, then turned his eyes back to Porsha. With one long, quick stride, he stood in front of her, gazing down at her.
“Mine,” he growled. His lips were on her in a flash, his hands wrapped around her waist.
Her mind went fuzzy as his lips pressed harder against hers. His tongue licked across her lips, begging to be let inside. His body moved close enough she could feel his heat. She wanted to tell him something…they were in a room with others watching… Her mind clouded the more he kissed her. She knew she couldn’t fight the conflicting feelings inside her for long. This male was hers. But he needed to know… She wanted to wrap herself around this huge bouncer, this mate of hers. But she didn’t want to give up her job or her life as she had it now.
His kiss was heated, full of passion. She managed to grip hold of some kind of sensibility and kept herself rigid, fighting the fact he was so close and his tongue was enslaving her, his small, nibbled bites to her lips making her panties wet. She wanted to ride this man all night and longer. He had almost broken her resolve to stop, and she had to use every single iota of willpower she had. Placing her hands on his pecs, she pushed as hard as she could.
“Stop.” She panted. “Please listen. I won’t give up my job,” she said, pushing her chin out.
William paused, looking down at her with a frown. “I’m not asking you to, woman.” He looked angry that she’d asked.
“You won’t? I can continue working here?” The surprise she felt was heard in her voice.
“Unless Troy sacks you for something. When we are mated, I will go where you do. Together, little warrior.” William’s hands around her waist clenched a little, and his voice had a softer tone to it. “My dragon is crying out for you. Will you mate me or not?”
Her lips rose with a smile. This male in front of her was dominant, but even before he knew her, he was willing to give her something she craved. Would he do the same after they’d mated?
“Dragon’s honor, you won’t want to rule my life or keep me secluded because I’m small?”
William gazed at her, and her heart rate increased a bit as she waited for his answer.
* * * *
William had his mate in his hands, around her tiny waist. This woman was his, and yet she seemed to be pleading for her job before they mated. Didn’t she know he would give her anything she desired?
He winked and tilted his lips in a smile. “I would give you anything, little warrior. Anything. Everything.”
Her small chest exhaled with a long sigh. The next thing he knew, she was climbing his body, her arms wrapping around his neck, her legs folding around his butt as much as they could.
“I’m yours then. Always yours.”
It was the shifter way—they tended to mate first, then learn about each other as the years went past. If the goddess deemed this was to be his mate, she would fit into his life. She was his and he was hers.
Her mouth fastened onto his, and his tongue pressed between her lips when she granted him entrance. By the goddess, she tasted so fine. She sat at just the right place for him to feel her heated core pressed against his cock.
“William!” Troy’s voice broke through his lust.
Oh shit! Work. He pulled back from the passionate kiss to see she was realizing the same thing he was—they were at work in a room filled with others. Damn, he didn’t even know her name and yet he was ready to bang her against the nearest surface, and at work no less. He lowered his mate to the floor and twisted around to look at Troy.
“Yes?” William asked, trying to keep a smirk off his face. He had found his mate, and on the first night back. His dragon hooted and danced around his head. It didn’t seem to bother him much to see Troy looking a little pissed.
“Go,” Troy ordered, gesturing toward the doorway behind him and shaking his head. “Take the rest of the night off. I’ll find cover.”
William knew the shifters in the room could smell the lust rolling off him and his mate. His dragon kept wanting to meet his own mate, to fly with her. To impale her on his cock as they flew.
William was torn between doing as Troy suggested, and taking his mate to the nearest surface to fuck her then telling Troy that he’d carry on working as it was his first day back. “But—”
“Don’t.” Troy blew out a breath and gave a small chuckle. “First night back, that’s a new one. I would love to s
ee your mother’s face right now.”
William looked down into his mate’s questioning eyes. They had so much to learn about each other.
“Yes, she would have been rather amused by this.” Sorrow that his mother wasn’t around to meet his mate hit him hard. It cooled his ardor, but not enough to cause his cock to deflate. He licked his lips and tasted his mate on them. “I’m taking room two if it’s empty.”
“Yes, go ahead, my friend.” Troy grasped William’s forearm. “Congratulations. May your mating be long and hearty.”
With a nod toward his friend, William grabbed his little female and walked from the room as Andrew entered it. The only reason he left the wolf shifter behind alive and in one piece was Troy promising him that a few broken fingers would remind the wolf not to put his hands on someone who didn’t want to be touched.
“What is your name, little warrior?” he asked the female as she trotted alongside him. He could see she was struggling to keep up, so he stopped and lifted her into his arms, holding her snugly against his chest.
“Porsha,” her soft voice whispered out.
“Porsha.” He liked the way it sounded on his tongue. He couldn’t take his eyes off hers, they were the lightest blue. “How old are you, sweet thing?” She looked much younger than he did, but to work at Dragon’s Heart she had to be at least twenty-one.
“Not as old as you I bet.” She blushed.
“We will have years to find out about each other. But first I want to ravish you, to heat you up from the inside so you roar my name. I’m going to make sure that for the rest of our lives you will never want for anything,” he vowed.
Reaching the third floor, William moved along what looked to be a normal wall. Still holding Porsha close to him, he pressed on a gold plate at the top of the wall. Hearing a click, he moved slightly so a hidden door opened. Another door inside of that had a keypad on it. Pressing certain buttons, he was rewarded with another click. The room he had chosen had silk drapes in it that hung from the ceiling onto the floor, giving it a Greek look. In the center of the room was the only piece of furniture, a king-sized bed.
William didn’t wait for the door to shut, he knew it would do so automatically and then lock. He strode quickly to the bed, his cock straining at his pants zipper. His mate was giving off just as much pheromones as he was, their combined aromas burning every single nerve in his body. He needed to fuck his mate, to make love to her. To be inside her pussy. To feel his soul combining with hers, to feel her emotions. He wanted everything with this woman.
His dragon clamored inside his mind, wanting to place his mark on her neck, wanting her mark on his. Then he would get the chance to claim his mate, and vice versa.
Before William could place Porsha on the bed, she moved. Her hands were under his t-shirt, touching and stroking the skin on his back, while her legs wrapped fiercely around his waist. It made him feel excited, thrilled to know she wanted him just as badly as he wanted her.
She pulled his t-shirt over his head, and her small, bow-shaped lips covered a nipple. Her teeth tugged and nibbled, causing electric twinges to shoot down to his crotch. He felt slight pain as his erection pushed against his trousers again. He could already feel the dampness his pre-cum left on his boxers. The soundproof room was silent enough that he could hear the sucking noises she made.
He moved a hand underneath one of her pert butt cheeks and squeezed it. She moaned and ground her groin against his. He slipped a finger inside her panties and delved through her damp, swollen lower lips. He found her inner core, moist and dripping with her own dew. He delved a finger deep inside, curling it to hit her g-spot. Satisfaction rippled through him when he heard her gasp.
She bit down on his other nipple, causing him to moan, and that small amount of pain made him harder. Another finger joined the first and he thrust them inside her. His other hand moved to hold onto her hips; he needed extra help with her bucking against him. She began riding his fingers, and her panting breaths puffed against his chest. Her hips undulated in his hands. Her pussy walls fluttered and clenched at his digits.
“Please.” A small, whimpered plea left her mouth close to his ear.
She’d moved up, lapping at his neck, around his ear, taking small nips on his earlobe. If she carried on, he was going to cum. He found her tiny, swollen bud and pressed it with his thumb. To his delight, she cried out and arched her back. Fulfillment rushed through him as she came. Her pupils dilated and her cheeks flushed as her pussy tightened and flooded her juices over his fingers.
As her movements slowed, he walked to the bed and lowered her down on it. She had a lazy, sexy, come-get-me look on her face.
“Finish what you started,” she demanded, sitting up. Her clothes magically disappeared, leaving her naked pink flesh clear for him to see.
Using his own magic, the rest of his clothes disappeared too. His cock stood tall and proud against his stomach. He paused, examining every single detail he could about his woman. Her hand-sized tits, her tiny waist, her long, reddish hair. She was a sight for sore eyes. Beautiful. Gorgeous.
What are you waiting for? Mate her! his dragon demanded.
Kneeling on the bed between her legs, he inhaled her sunshine scent mixed in with the musty aroma of her want as he covered her body with his. He moaned low and deep. “Mine.”
“You are my first and last,” she whispered, and he could hear embarrassment in her voice. Was she ashamed she had been with no one else before? Fuck that! He was glad he’d be her only. He kissed between her breasts.
“Little warrior, I will be your everything.” He sucked a nipple into his mouth.
A loud banging on the inner door broke them apart, both of them looking toward the doorway.
“What the fuck?” William growled, more than pissed that they had been interrupted.
As much as he wanted to ignore it, he knew he couldn’t. Climbing off the silk-covered bed, he threw a sheet over his mate and stomped toward the door. Music filled his ears when he opened the door, and his eyes met Troy and another couple.
“I told you which room we’d be in, right?” William asked, annoyed.
Had Troy got the fucking door wrong? No, something was up, Troy knew better. William followed Troy’s eyes to the couple.
The small woman stepped forward. “Porsha,” she called over his shoulder.
William moved in from of her and let the door close behind him. He didn’t give a fuck if he was standing there stark naked. He could magic up some clothes with one thought, but fuck it, he was making a statement. He could almost hear his friend ask him why or make some smart comment about putting clothes on. He was damn sure Troy would rib him about it later.
“Who are you?” William asked the couple.
The male moved in front of the female. “We’re Porsha’s parents. We’ve come to take her home.”
“She is old enough to make her own decisions, right?” Fuck, why hadn’t he insisted she tell him her age when he’d asked?
“It isn’t her age we’re worried about, it’s her stature. She needs a strong male who will protect her,” the female replied.
The woman had to look up at him. William knew he wasn’t a small man, how big did these people think a man had to be to protect Porsha?
Chapter 5
Shit. Shit. Shit. That was Porsha’s only thought when she heard her mother’s voice. They had come for her, just as she was about to mate William, the man she would spend the rest of her life with. Why now? How had they found her?
She watched the door as it closed. Oh goddess, William was naked. In front of her mother. Shit. Scrambling off the bed, she drew the sheet up around her body and ran to the door. Pulling on the handle, she opened it to see her father chest-to-chest with William while Troy tried to hold her mate back. She came up behind William and placed a hand on the small of his back, loving the feel of his heated skin.
“I’m not going back,” she growled at her parents, shouting over the music. “I’ve f
ound my mate, and no matter what you say I won’t give him up.”
Three sets of eyes found hers. William’s were still firmly settled on her father.
“But Porsha dear, this male,” her mother said, pointing to Troy, “says you’re working here, and he…” She pointed to William. “...said he is your mate and he won’t tell you to quit. You’re too small to handle a place like this. You need to be shielded, my love. What if someone hurts you? You don’t need to work. The world can be a painful place for such a creature as you.” Her mother turned into a simpering mess, and she moved into Porsha’s father’s arms, who wrapped his mate into his chest as she began to weep.
“Look what you’ve done now.” Her father cursed and wrapped his other arm around her mother.
“It was the first thing and the only thing I asked William before he mated me,” Porsha said bravely, ignoring her mother’s sobs. “He gave me his vow I could continue working. To be myself. To have the freedom and not be…to be…” Anger had her losing her words. “To be locked away,” she managed to get out. Anger and fear had tears rising in her eyes, fear that William would turn away from her.
She squeezed between her father and William, who were still standing close together, even with her mother there. Looking up into her mate’s eyes, she pleaded silently with him. She didn’t know if it was for him to still mate her and to carry on with his word, or not to tear her father’s head off. She had to believe the goddess, that William was the one for her no matter what.
Porsha took a chance and jumped and climbed up his torso. As far as she was concerned, this would be the ultimate act of defiance in her parents’ eyes. She was glad when he automatically caught her under her buttocks. Adjusting herself in the sheet, she managed to wrap her legs around his waist, placing one hand on his shoulder and the other on his chest.
“Be my mate, William, treat me like a normal person?” she asked.
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