The Enforcer's Destined Mate

by T. Cobbin

  I know, but still, it’s a relief to finally know that I won’t be facing some kind of assault charge.

  Mate know truth, his tiger repeated.

  Shawn couldn’t deny that at first Belle had believed he’d been the abuser rather than the victim, but after a chat with Harris she came to trust that Shawn couldn’t hurt any female. It had been one of the first things she’d spoken to him about.

  The black SUV carrying the two officers drove past them. Shawn was glad to see them go, but pleased with the news they had brought.

  Time to play? his cat asked with a smirk.

  Shawn quietly agreed as they reached their front door. Plucking the key out of his pocket, he inserted it into the lock and opened the door. Taking a step inside, Shawn pulled his mate into his arms.

  “I love you.” The words slipped out of his mouth, he hadn’t even thought about saying them. It shocked him, but only for a second before he repeated the three simple words, with everything he felt for her inside of him. “I love you more than I ever thought I could love another.”

  “I love you too, my tiger.”

  Shawn could feel the love she inserted into the same words he’d just told her. He lowered his head and kissed her lips. His cock was rigid in his pants, jerking, eager to get out.

  “You know, now that I’m a free man it means you have to put up with me, don’t you?” He nuzzled his mouth just under her ear, a place he knew made her shiver.

  “I don’t put up with you,” she said, pulling back and looking at him with serious eyes. “I want you.” Her hands reached for his belt, and with quick dexterity, she had it undone in seconds. “I need you.” Next, she undid the button on his black work pants. “You are mine.”

  He gasped when her hand reached down and grasped his hardness and began pumping it. His hips undulated along with her movement.

  “My heart belongs to you, no matter where you are, get me?” she said.

  He picked his mate up, slinging her over his shoulder, and carted her to their bedroom. Kicking the door shut, he dropped Belle on her feet and ordered her to strip.

  “Maybe I don’t want to.” She placed her hands on her hips, her forehead creating a crease between her eyes when she frowned.

  Oh fuck. He froze. Had he gone too far? He’d been in the moment and given her an order. Memories flashed. Was she angry? Was she about to scream at him? His heart began to thud in his chest as fear gripped him. Think, man, think!

  She’s playing. Scent her, his tiger quickly told him.

  He lifted his head and scented the room. His heart began to slow. He smelled her arousal, joy, and Belle all tied together. No hint of anger at all. He studied her body language. Although she had her hands on her hips, her posterior was tilted in a playful manner. Her breasts were pushed out, her nipples tight and hard, pushing through the material of her top and bra. Glancing at her face, he saw her lips were slightly lifted at the corners. He knew he took his time to stare, but Belle’s attitude was passive, as if she knew he needed to work things out in his mind. He didn’t miss the quick raise of her eyebrows, a silent question—was he ready? His tiger was right, she wanted to play.

  He relaxed, took a breath, and pulled himself back out of the past. If she wanted to play, he could do that.

  “Then perhaps I need to help you…want.” He pulled his belt slowly from the loops of his trousers and folded it in half. He snapped it, a crack sounding around the room.

  “Oh no,” Belle pretended to shriek. “Are you going to use that on me?” She placed her hands over her mouth. Shawn caught a swift glimpse of a smile.

  “Are you going to be a good girl?” He snapped the belt again.

  Belle grabbed the hem of her top, then slowly pulled it over her head, revealing her silky, tanned skin, and dropped it onto the floor. He knew what it was like to taste the sun on her skin, to lick it all over.

  “I could be a good girl, sir. But perhaps I need a little incentive.”

  “Then take the rest of your clothes off,” he ordered, this time lowering his voice so it came out a deep rumble.

  Belle undid the button of her jeans and shimmied so they lowered around her ankles. Knowing she was going to bend to untie her trainers and take them off, he halted her.

  “Stop! Turn around first, then bend over. I want to see your backside in the air.”

  She did as he bid. Her arse swayed in the air as she undid the laces of her trainers and pulled them off, followed by her socks, and stepped out of her jeans. He walked up close behind her, her backside resting against his hard shaft. He dropped the belt and cupped her buttocks through the lace of her panties. He wanted skin against skin. He pulled each side of the thin material until they snapped and fluttered to the floor.

  He squeezed the bare skin of her buttocks and molded them in his palms. For the first time in his life he wanted to bring a hand back and slap one of the globes until it left a handprint. It wasn’t abuse, right?

  As if reading his mind, Belle looked over her shoulder at him and urged, “Do it.”

  His dick jerked again. Could he? Should he? His hands shook slightly as they rested on her butt.

  “Do it!” she ordered.

  Without another thought he lifted his right hand and brought it down on her buttock. A resounding slap of skin-on-skin filled the air. It excited him to see a red handprint appear on her skin. Guilt came next. He’d marked her, and he’d become excited about it.

  Belle stood, turned, and wrapped her arms around his neck. Lavender eyes stared back at him. “It wasn’t wrong. You didn’t hit me out of anger. It was sexual.”

  “But I hit you.” Nausea crept up and lodged in his throat. He looked down, not wanting to meet her eyes.

  “I wanted you to do it. I want you to do it again, but only if you want to.” She paused. “Did you want to do it?” she asked, lowering her head and looking up so she could meet his eyes.

  He frowned and looked down even more, not wanting to meet her eyes.

  “Did you?” she asked again.

  “Yes.”

  “Did you enjoy it?”

  Oh God, had he! “Yes, briefly.”

  “Look at me, my tiger.”

  He lifted his head and looked into her eyes. He didn’t see hate, he saw lust and love.

  “I liked it. I want you to do it again. It makes me hot. Scent me. Let my body tell you the truth.” She kissed his cheek. “Close your eyes and breathe.”

  She sucked on his bottom lip, and he closed his eyes and breathed. Her arms released his neck and slid to the top of his shoulders, then down his arms. Her fingers entwined around his for a few moments before she dropped her hands to his sides. With his eyes closed he couldn’t see what she was doing, but he felt her twist in front of him and her butt rested against his groin. He moved his hands and found the side of her thighs. Moving them up, he ran them over her silky skin until he knew he rested on each side of her hips.

  “Breathe, baby,” she encouraged.

  He did a couple of times, then opened his eyes. Her forearms laid on the bed, her weight being held up by them. He met her eyes looking back at him over her shoulder. She smiled, her eyes lighting up her beautiful face.

  He looked down at her bare arse and saw the perfect handprint on the right cheek. His cock was rock solid, and his heart thundered in his chest. He raised his left hand this time and dropped it with a slap. Excitement rippled through him again, his breath picking up to a slight pant. He noticed Belle’s had picked up too. He brought his right hand up and down, then his left. Belle groaned in pleasure, and his dick jerked. Her buttocks glowed a bright red, his handprints showed in different ways at the edges. Belle pushed her butt back at him and wriggled it.

  What was so fascinating about seeing her buttocks a shade of red, or was it the fact that his hand had caused it? She was right though, he wasn’t doing it out of anger, it was…sexual? He brought his hand down again on her right buttock. His cock was hard enough to hammer nails. Here she was
naked in front of him and he was still dressed. Even that small thing gave him a sense of satisfaction. He felt in charge, like the alpha male he wanted to be, was that wrong?

  Shaking his head, he mentally told himself to stop questioning things, himself, to just let it happen. They were two happy, consenting adults. He placed a hand between her shoulder blades and let it drift down her spine, and she shivered in response. He carried on down, past the small of her back and over her warm buttocks, which he stroked gently, feeling the heat emanating from them. Belle moaned and wriggled again.

  He skimmed his hand over to her hips and down underneath her until he reached her very wet folds. Her clit wasn’t hard to find; it was already swollen and firm. Pressing on it, he received another groan from Belle. His kitten wanted this.

  * * * *

  Each time her man brought his hand down on her backside, it stung, but only for a fraction of a second before a warm, caressing burn took over. She’d read books where the heroine loved to have her butt smacked, or even received a spanking for misbehavior. She’d often wondered what it would feel like. She never imagined it would feel as erotic as it did.

  Slap! Pain, then a burn. She wriggled her butt against Shawn’s erection inside his pants. She needed him inside her. She’d been the one to start this and was glad that even after the hiccup at the beginning Shawn was enjoying it too. The scent of their pheromones filled the room. Her cat was purring deep inside her. She also knew that for some reason this was giving Shawn the kind of confidence boost he needed. He didn’t stutter his movements, they were relaxed and sure.

  His hands roamed between her legs and one of his long fingers slipped just inside of her, making her gasp. His thumb pushed down on her clit. She couldn’t help but squeeze her thighs together for some kind of friction. Slap! His left hand came down on her butt again. This time a small yelp left her that turned into a purr.

  “My kitten likes this, does she?” he asked, his voice husky enough to give her goose bumps. “Balls deep, that’s what I’m going to be real soon.”

  Belle whimpered. She wanted his cock deep inside her. She wanted to feel his balls slap her clit, to hear his grunts when he hit the top of her cervix.

  “Please,” she begged. She had never been close to desperation for anything as she felt right now.

  His thumb began to move over her clit, and she didn’t know if she should open her legs wider or squeeze them again. Her pussy clenched at thin air.

  “Please, Shawn. Anything. Please,” she pleaded, unsure what she really needed right then, she just needed something.

  First, he fully inserted a finger, then he added another and began pumping away inside her. Finally, her pussy had something to try and hold onto. He began to get faster, pushing his digits as far as he could, and his thumb flicked over her clit. Oh God, she was so close.

  “Yes. Yes. Yes,” she chanted.

  Another slap on her backside and her whole body tensed as a huge orgasm rocketed through her. Her breath stilled in her lungs until she sang out Shawn’s name. Well, she more screamed it out than singing it. Her hips jerked as he fingered her until the flutters of her pussy slowed down.

  Her breasts felt heavy pressing against the quilt below her. Her legs felt like jelly. If it wasn’t for his hands now firmly wrapped around her waist, she was sure she’d be a puddle on the floor.

  Slowly, her mate picked her up and laid her on the bed on her back, her legs hanging off the side of it. She looked at her man through half-lidded eyes and smiled at him. His eyes were like the tropical, clear blue seas she’d seen in books. He looked happy and relaxed, more so now than she’d ever seen him. He opened her legs enough to move in between them.

  Was it wrong that she felt a little kinky and a little venerable with him still being fully clothed while she was naked? He loomed over her until he placed his weight on his arms either side of her shoulders.

  “You like that, my naughty little kitten?” he asked.

  She felt too sated to answer so just hummed while biting on her bottom lip. His gaze flicked down to them and he licked his own. In a flash, his lips were on hers. He kissed her like a man who was desperate and needy.

  His erection still hidden inside his pants rubbed against her groin. She moved her hands lower to the top of his trousers, blindly seeking the button to release it. Shawn’s hand grasped her wrist, and he moved position so he knelt between her legs. Her gaze flicked from his face to his hands that were releasing the button on his trousers. Finally!

  He had a sexy smile on his face. She tilted her head up to watch him lower the zipper, and she was surprised to see he’d gone commando to work. She hissed in a breath when he pulled his long, thick erection out. A pearly drop of pre-cum at the top had her licking her lips.

  Chapter 19

  Belle pushed herself up onto her elbows, but Shawn shook his head. “Not this time, kitten, I’m too close.”

  She lowered back down. Shawn grasped his cock and pumped it up and down slowly. For a brief moment his eyes closed and he breathed deep, and another drop of pre-cum joined the first. Then his lips curled up at the edges and he dropped down on her. Her breasts pressed against his chest, her legs wrapping around his waist instantly.

  With a jerk of his hips, his sex entered her, and with a second jerk he thrust deep inside her. Combined groans could be heard. Heat rushed through her cheeks and her body tingled as her pussy stretched to his fullness. She pressed her feet down on the top of his arse, silently begging him to move.

  Shawn began nibbling on her neck in between whispering dirty words in her ear. His body consumed her, and she loved it. Small grunts and groans filled the room. Skin slapping against skin, with the occasional squelchy noises.

  “Shaaaawwwwn,” she cried out. The orgasm hit her fast; she hadn’t realized she was so close.

  Shawn began moving faster, even as her pussy clamped down hard around his cock. She met him thrust for thrust until finally he hissed in air and then let out a long, low, growling rumble as his body stiffened. She could feel the swell of his cock as it began jerking inside her. His body lay over the top of hers, not in a suffocating manner, but just enough that she welcomed his heat and heaviness. She could feel the beating of his heart. She wrapped her arms around his neck and pampered him with kisses while her own heart slowed.

  After curling up to each other for a while, Shawn suggested they go see her parents, which she loved him more for. It was nice having a partner who knew what she needed. Her mother was sick and she didn’t want a day to go past where she didn’t see her.

  Half an hour later they were walking through the village, heading to her parents’ house.

  “Thank you,” she said.

  “What for?” he asked, taking hold of her hand.

  “For thinking of my parents as well as me.”

  “They are a part of me now too, aren’t they?”

  “Yes. Yes, they are.” She nodded. “Doesn’t it make missing your parents worse, having a kind of new set around?”

  “In a way, but then in another way no. I miss my parents, but it’s been so long since they died that it doesn’t hurt as much anymore. I still wonder daily if they’d like the man I’ve become, even on a day when I’ve done something…naughty.” He blushed. “I can imagine my mother scolding me, or my father scowling or giving me his disappointed look.”

  Belle couldn’t help but laugh at his expression. She could just see herself leaning over a young boy with Shawn’s smile and eyes telling him off. Oh good Lord, where did that come from?

  Her tigress perked up. Deep inside, you want kits.

  Not ready yet, she argued.

  You fertile, young, and have mate. It going to happen. Mate and I want kits.

  Belle became lost in her thoughts. Kits…now? Was she ready? Her mother was sick, and she was taking over as beta for a while. What if Shawn didn’t want kits? She hadn’t even thought to ask.

  “Shawn?” she said hesitantly.

  �
�Yeah?”

  “What do you think about kits?”

  “They are small, excitable on chocolate, and moody when you say no.” He chuckled.

  “Ha-ha. Seriously, would you want some, one day?”

  “If you do,” he replied, dodging the answer if he wanted some.

  She stopped and stood in front of him, looking up into his crystal blue eyes. “Okay, let me rephrase that—do you want kits?

  “With you, yes. I want a kit that looks like you, that has your attitude about life. Between us, I think we have big enough hearts that we could handle…say about, mmm…seven or eight kits.”

  “What?”

  Shawn let out a loud belly laugh, then bent down and kissed her lovingly. “How many kits do you want?” he asked with a serious look on his face suddenly.

  “Let’s start with one and work from there, huh?”

  Shawn smiled. “And when will that be being we aren’t using any protection?”

  “Sooner than we thought? Maybe? We will handle what fate throws at us.” Belle wasn’t thinking just about a kit when she said that, she was also thinking about her mother and her illness. How long did she have left, and if Belle were to have a kit, would her mother get to see it?

  Walking into her parents’ house was definitely like coming home after a long day. The scents of the house brought the cozy feeling she loved.

  “Pop?” she called out, pushing the front door closed. No answer. “Mum?” Still nothing.

  That was weird. Her mother hadn’t left the house in almost a month now, except to go into the back garden, and if she’d called out from there they would have heard her. Shifter hearing.

  Belle walked down the hallway, Shawn following close behind her. “Mom. Pop?” she shouted again. Still nothing.

  Fear began creeping in now. Where were her parents? Finding no one in the house, Belle was feeling frantic by the time she hit the back door. It was opened, which wasn’t unusual since many in the community didn’t bother locking their doors as this was probably one of the safest villages around. It wasn’t shifters just trusting each other, the fact that the community had its own security helped.