Slade's Feisty Mate (Saber Chronicles Book Two)

by R. E. Butler

  He kissed her swiftly with a chuckle and released his hold on her hand. He grasped her waistband and undid her jeans. His eyes didn’t leave hers, the blue a solid gold now, flecked with bronze.

  Slowly he dropped his gaze to her waist as he tugged down her jeans and panties. She lifted her hips from the bed, and he pulled off her clothes and dropped them to the floor. She scooted back on the bed until her head rested on one of the pillows and lifted her arms to him.

  The bed dipped with his weight as he climbed on it. He was huge. All over. And hers. He kissed her toes and she giggled. He smiled at her and wrapped his hands around her ankles. As he kissed up her legs, alternating between one and the other, he slowly pushed them apart until she was spread wide before him.

  She bent her knees, and he knelt between her spread legs, gazing down at her pussy. She could feel how wet she was. She didn’t think she’d ever been so turned on in her life. This man was her mate. It didn’t matter to her that he was a saber-tooth tiger or an NWFA fighter. It only mattered to her that he was hers.

  With a soft growl, Slade lowered himself between her legs. He hovered over her pussy and inhaled slowly. “You smell amazing. Like butterscotch and cream.”

  His eyes darkened, the gold so deep that it looked molten. He wrapped his hands around her thighs and lowered his head farther. He kept eye contact with her, his gaze boring into hers as he slowly licked her clit. Her hips tilted without thought, and she spread her legs wider, anxious to give him access to all of her.

  He licked her pussy from bottom to top. Sucking gently on her clit, he flicked the tip with his tongue, and she let out a panting breath, her nails digging into the comforter. He smiled against her flesh and then released his hold on her clit. Tilting his head, he slid his tongue into her pussy and purred. It made his tongue vibrate and she gasped.

  “Fuck that feels so good.” He was like a living vibrator.

  He purred louder and faster, stroking his tongue into her pussy. She felt herself spiraling into an orgasm quickly, her body tightening as heat flooded her. Her stomach fluttered and her toes curled. His purring grew louder, and she closed her eyes, letting herself fall into the sensation. His fingers dug into her thighs and his purring stuttered and then stopped.

  Her eyes popped open. He was staring at her from between her legs. “Why did you stop?”

  “Keep your eyes open, Gretchen. I want to see your eyes when you fall apart. I want you to know that it’s me who’s making you come.”

  “Of course I know it’s you,” she said, her body aching and wanting.

  “Open, baby.”

  “Fine. I’m going to get you back later, though.”

  “I hope so,” he grinned.

  Her heart clenched. He was the sexiest guy she’d ever met, and he was teasing her while they were in bed together. She’d never been so happy.

  He liked her being feisty, so she decided to tease him a little. Reaching her hand down to her pussy, she rubbed her clit. He snarled. “What do you think you’re doing?”

  “You’re too busy being bossy to make me come, so I’m going to do it myself.”

  “Hell no, you’re not.” He grabbed her hand and pressed it to the bed.

  This time, she kept her eyes open as he purred loudly and tongued her core. She flipped her hand over and gripped his wrist, anchoring herself to him as her body spun toward climax again. As her orgasm bloomed, heat poured over her and her stomach clenched in waves. She writhed under him, her nails digging into his wrist as he licked her cream. He lifted from her pussy and licked his lips. The look in his eyes was going to make her skin melt. It was intense with passion. She’d never seen anything more beautiful.

  He kissed up her stomach slowly, moving to his knees between her thighs. He wrapped his lips around her nipple and sucked gently, drawing it into his mouth. She sank her fingers into his hair. It was so soft and a pretty light brown with sun-kissed highlights. His shoulders flexed, and he rubbed her clit lightly with his thumb as two fingers slid into her.

  He sucked on her nipple more firmly as his thumb moved over her clit and his fingers curved and stroked within her. Her head kicked back, sinking deeper into the pillow as he drove her wild. Kissing across her chest, he lavished attention on her other nipple, his fingers moving faster. She tilted her hips and allowed him to finger her faster and deeper, and he purred, his tongue vibrating against her nipple and sending a wave of pleasure shooting through her.

  She moaned, her body careening toward pleasure. His thumb rubbed her clit and his fingers found a place that made stars light her vision. She fisted his hair and screamed his name as she came a second time. He didn’t let up; his fingers drove her deeper into pleasure as another orgasm crashed over her. Her heart pounded in her chest as her wolf rolled to the surface and her fangs elongated.

  Slade released his tight hold on her nipple and kissed the hardened bud. He moved up her body, and she caged his hips with her knees. His cock breached her, the thick head pushing into her slowly as their gazes locked. He gritted his teeth as he sank into her. She gripped his shoulders and tilted her hips, taking him deeper. When their bodies met and he was deep inside her, the connection she’d felt between them from the beginning strengthened.

  He tilted his head, giving her his throat. Instinct roared at her, to mark her mate and make him hers, and she breathed out his name and then growled mine before sinking her fangs into his throat.

  As his blood crested her tongue and the sweet taste of him filled her, tears stung her eyes as the truth of what they were hit home. He was her life now. Where he went, she would gladly follow, and she vowed to be the best mate in the world.

  They were off to a really great start.

  Chapter 4

  Slade almost came when his dick kissed her pussy. Then he almost came when he was buried balls-deep in her hot, tight pussy. But right now, when her little fangs were buried in his throat and a million years of mating instincts were crashing around in his brain? He was so close to coming that a stiff breeze would toss him over the edge.

  She extracted her fangs with a wolfy purr and licked across the marks. His beast was doing backflips in his mind because she’d marked him. She settled back on the pillow and gave him a sexy smile. He flexed his hips, reminding her that they were still joined. Her knees tightened against his hips, and he gripped the back of her thigh, pulling it up his side. She moaned and clutched his shoulders, lifting her hips to meet his.

  He slid out of her, almost completely, until just the tip of him rested in her sweet heat. Her eyes flickered between green and amber. Sliding into her again, he kissed her lips, her chin, and her throat. “Wanna mark you.”

  “Yes,” she groaned.

  “Fuck you.”

  “Yes. Yes!”

  His hand tightened on her thigh for a brief moment, and then he released her, sitting up and sliding from her pussy. She moved sensuously to her stomach, spreading her knees and sliding her fingers over her pussy.

  “I need you, Slade.”

  Moving behind her, he couldn’t stop from grinning as she reached for his dick and guided it to her pussy. His eager little sweetheart. Her pussy clenched around him as he pressed into her, gripping her hips and holding her steady. She rose onto her arms and tossed her hair over her shoulder.

  He moved, pushing deep and sliding out, gradually picking up the pace until he was moving as fast as he could. She took all of him and demanded more. One hand gripped the headboard, and she tossed her hair back and screamed as her pussy locked down on him. Her scream slipped to a glorious howl, and his cat roared in response. Unable to hold back, he jerked her against him as his fangs elongated and sank them into the place where her neck and shoulder met. His climax poured from him as his dick spasmed inside her. Reaching down her sweat-slicked stomach, he strummed her clit until she trembled in his arms and came again.

  She gripped his arms as her body went limp against him, her breath gusting from her parted lips as a deep blush
colored her skin. Extracting his fangs as gently as he could, he nicked his tongue and then stroked the marks he’d made, mixing his blood with hers and ensuring that the marks would scar and remain permanently.

  He lowered her to the bed, and she rolled to her back. Her eyes were back to their beautiful green.

  Pushing her knee to the side, he lowered his head.

  “What are you doing?” she asked.

  “You said you wanted a ton of orgasms. I don’t think five counts as a ton. Round two. Then a snack.”

  She smiled. “You say snack like you mean me.”

  Grinning broadly, he wiggled his brows. “I do.”

  “I like how you think, sexy.”

  * * * * *

  Slade woke slowly after their fourth round of love making. His feisty sweetheart was lying on top of him like a blanket, her silky, red hair warm against his skin. He wrapped a lock around his finger and looked at it. The curtains that covered the sliding door leading to a tiny balcony were parted, letting in a sliver of early morning light.

  His mate breathed deeply in sleep, but Slade was wide awake now, with thoughts of the future filling his mind. Gretchen had asked him to make breakfast as part of her agreement to be his mate. Although he knew she was teasing, he didn’t want to start off being a bad mate.

  At one point, they’d ordered room service again for a midnight snack using an app on her tablet, which was charging on the nightstand. He lifted it and pressed the home button, and then he scanned the apps on the screen and found the one for room service.

  Under the breakfast menu, he ordered an egg and meat platter, several kinds of pastries, and juice. Under the special requests, he left a note for them to leave the food at the door instead of coming in to serve. His sweetheart was getting breakfast in bed, and he wanted her to be naked and not to have to get dressed because someone else was in the room. No one would be seeing his mate naked. Ever.

  His cat snarled and he realized she probably got naked every full moon in front of her pack so she could shift and hunt. He didn’t plan to be the kind of mate who was an asshole, but her being naked around anyone else was going to stop. His cat had a great idea…go kill anyone who had seen her naked.

  Stop trying to kill people.

  His cat snorted.

  Inhaling Gretchen’s sweet scent, he wrapped his arms around her and waited for the knock signaling room service.

  Gretchen didn’t wake up until he waved a piece of bacon under her nose. She growled softly as her eyes opened, and he grinned.

  “You ordered room service?” she asked as she sat up and took a bite of the bacon.

  “You said breakfast in bed was a condition of your agreement to mate me.”

  She tilted her head, her eyes dancing. “I should have asked for more things.”

  “Too late. You’re mine.”

  “Damn it,” she said, chuckling.

  He’d found a single-cup coffee maker in her kitchenette and made coffee for both of them before she woke, and after asking how she took her coffee, he fixed it for her with milk and sugar.

  “I could get used to this,” she said after sipping the coffee.

  “Which part?” he asked as he pulled the egg and meat platter closer on the bed and began to fill their plates.

  “Waking up to you.”

  Cupping her face, he leaned in and kissed her gently. “I’m so glad you’re mine, Gretchen.”

  “Me too, Slade.”

  His phone buzzed several times while he was feeding his mate, but he ignored it. He knew it was his sister or brothers calling to meet up with him and Gretchen to discuss the NWFA and their plans for the future.

  Putting his empty plate on the now-empty tray, he leaned back against the headboard and looked at his mate as she smeared grape jelly on a triangle of toast. “The full moon is in four days.”

  Her brow arched. “Yeah.”

  “I don’t have to shift on any particular day. I do it when I feel like hanging out in my cat form. You’re tied to the full moon, though, right?”

  She nodded and took a bite, chewing thoughtfully. “When the full moon rises, I almost can’t help myself. I mean, if I really wasn’t able to shift, I could do it, but my wolf gets pissy if I can’t go hunting and running around the woods like an idiot.”

  “You need to be with your pack?”

  “You’re my pack now.”

  He frowned. “What?”

  She finished her toast and brushed her fingers together to clean them of crumbs. She put her plate on the tray and pushed it to the edge of the bed and then joined him, leaning across his thighs and meeting his gaze. “My pack is exclusive to wolves. Only wolves who are part of the pack are allowed in the hunting territory, so you wouldn’t be able to be with me. Since I don’t want anyone to see you naked, I’m pretty sure you don’t want me stripping in front of unmated males either.”

  He growled in agreement, and she smiled.

  “I’ll leave the pack. After we meet with your family, you can take me to my parents and the alpha can meet us there so I can leave.”

  He stroked his fingers up her arm, and she shivered. “Is there a ceremony or something special that he’ll do when you leave?”

  “No. There are some packs where the alpha makes the announcement to the pack, but Alpha Johner isn’t that formal. When we have pups, they’ll be part of our pack.”

  “Cubs,” he corrected. “Saber genetics are dominant.”

  She hummed. “Pups. In case you haven’t heard, wolves are awesome, so our kids will naturally take after me.”

  He tugged the sheet away from her body as he leaned in to kiss her. “You are awesome.”

  “What about your family?”

  “If we’re going to have a crapton of kids, we need to get started. Now.”

  He pushed her gently to the bed and she wrapped her arms around him. “How many is a crapton?”

  “I’ll let you know when we’re done having kids.”

  Her brow arched as she smiled. “We’ll never be done, my sexy mate.”

  Chapter 5

  Sunday morning, Gretchen sat between her best friend and her mate in the hotel’s restaurant and nibbled on a strip of bacon. She was especially hungry for meat and knew it was because the full moon was looming on the horizon. After she and Slade had made love and then declared that both wolves and cats were equally awesome, and their children, whichever parent they took after, would also be awesome, she called her parents to announce her mating.

  They were happy for her and excited to meet her mate. She hadn’t doubted for a moment that they would be. There were wolves in the pack who thought wolves should only mate other wolves, but Gretchen was thrilled her mate was a sexy saber-tooth tiger. Her parents offered to contact the alpha, but Gretchen wanted to do it herself. It had been a quick conversation. He was too busy to meet her or her mate, but he wished her well. Her cousin, Chloe, was going to continue to handle the visiting pack, and Gretchen would remain the pack’s contact at the hotel for any needs they might have.

  She would need to find a place to shift and hunt on the full moon, outside of pack territory of course, and she wasn’t sure where that would be.

  “What are you thinking about,” Aubrey asked.

  “Hunting.”

  “Caleb has some property outside of Belle Terra. It belonged to our grandparents,” Aubrey said. “He inherited it.”

  “What did you get?” Gretchen asked.

  “I got to go to college,” she said. “And a nice car.”

  “Is it around other shifter territories?”

  “No, it’s neutral.”

  A neutral territory meant that while supernatural creatures could live and work in an area, no one ran it outside of the human government responsible for the area.

  “Do you think he’d let me use it?” Gretchen asked.

  “Us,” Slade said.

  “Right, I mean, would he let Slade and I shift and hunt on the full moon?”

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sp; Aubrey shrugged. “I don’t see why not. He doesn’t use it. It’s twenty wooded acres. My grandparents bought it so they could build a home when my grandpa retired, but they never got around to it. You can ask him when we meet up with him tonight.”

  “I thought you met with him for dinner last night?” Slade said.

  Alaric shook his head. “He had an issue with his kiss.”

  “I still think it’s strange that vampire groups are called kisses,” Slade said, pulling Gretchen from her chair and into his lap, devouring her in a kiss.

  “Could you keep the public groping to a minimum?” Galen said, grumbling. “Some of us are trying to eat.”

  Slade lifted from her lips and looked at his brother. “Did you have a mating dream last night?”

  “I don’t know. I just dreamed about gold and pink. I have no idea what that means.” He rubbed the space between his eyes with his thumb.

  Lia, their sister, said, “We’d love to sit and chat all morning, but Aubrey is taking me to a boutique to go shopping and then we’re going to hit the kiss’s club, Heat, tonight where we’ll meet with Caleb. Do you want to come, Gretchen?”

  “Slade and I are meeting my parents in an hour. But we could go to the club tonight.”

  Slade made a face, and she leaned in to whisper in his ear, “Come on, sexy. Rubbing up against each other in the club for a few hours will be a lot of fun.”

  His lip curled. “It would be more fun to do that naked, in your room.”

  “Our room.”

  “Guys, fucking seriously,” Galen said, making a show of plugging his ears.

  “Oh, before I forget,” Aubrey said, “Caleb said that you and Slade should move onto the fourteenth floor. You can have your pick of suites. You’ll have a lot more room, and it’s more private since it’s not an open floor.”

  “Cool. But what about Caleb’s visitors?” Gretchen knew Caleb used the fourteenth floor, where Aubrey lived, to house special guests, like visiting masters.