The woman he’d always fantasized about had been under his nose the entire time. The girls he’d been with before, he’d closed his eyes and always pictured another woman. Never had he realized the woman he’d been thinking about all this time was Mabel, his mate.

Had his mind been warning him?

She put her hand at her neck, eyes closed, and he watched, completely enraptured as she slowly slid down toward her pussy. Her hand moved between her thighs as she touched herself. He wanted to be her hand, but he’d have to be content with merely watching her.

Her pleasured cries filled the air as she worked her fingers over her clit.

He wanted to taste her.

To suck on her nipples.

To make her take his cock deep inside.

Working from root to tip, he watched, knowing he was going to have all those things. Whatever he set his mind to, he worked his ass off to get. There was no way he would allow his mate to get away from him, not when he was so close to laying claim to her once and for all. Just thinking of having all that sweetness to himself.

“I can smell how aroused you are, Mabel. You want me.”

She opened her eyes. Her gaze focused on his before gliding down his body to his cock. She whimpered.

“That’s it, baby, touch your clit. Use two fingers, stroke it. I’m going to have my mouth on you one day soon. You’re going to ride my face, and I’ll taste you as you come all in my mouth. I’ll swallow you up and enjoy every single fucking second.”

His name spilled from her lips, and he watched her orgasm.

Again, she held herself back.

Her release was real, but it wasn’t completely mindless and taken away on a wave of lust and desire.

Working his cock, he didn’t hold back, and he came, his cum shooting from the tip to coat his stomach and chest. While he came, he stared into Mabel’s eyes, hoping she read the promise he was making.

One day, he’d be coming deep inside her pussy. No barrier between them, and when he did, there would be no getting away from him. No hiding. She’d be his mate, and then there would be no chance of escape.

He stood and walked toward the ocean, stepping into the wave, and he felt her gaze on him. After washing away the cum, he moved back toward her.

She remained still with her back against the tree. Putting his hand beside her hand, he captured hers within his, lifting up her fingers. Taking each one into his mouth, he sucked on them, hearing the slight gasp spill from her lips.

It wasn’t enough, but for now, it would have to be.