---Anders' POV---

Day turned into night but my eyes never moved from the beauty in my bed. He had shifted a few hours after eating and I had been speechless at the gorgeous boy that was currently curled up on me.

His purrs were music to my ears as I let my hand trace from the top of his head till the dip in his back. The rest of his sinful body had been covered up by the sheets, as not to tempt me into taking what was rightfully mine.

Still, I couldn't stop my body from reacting to the creamy perfect skin that was extremely soft underneath my fingertips and pressed up against me. I simply laid there, waiting until the beauty woke up and would grace me with his name.

A few of the men had knocked on the door, obviously curious and wanting to know what happened to the Margay I had carried in my personal house. No doubt they thought I killed and fed on the critter.

Hmmm, if only they knew how much I wanted a bite of this sweetness. Tempting me in his sleep yet...

My fingers itched to dig into the luscious brown hair, to pull his head back and display his slender neck and sink my fangs into his throat. Pain burned through my throat at the thought of drinking in my mate and I felt parched.

"You torment me, spitfire."

The boy wasn't even aware, simply nuzzling closer into my arms. He muttered something under his breath, burying his face against my chest while his arms snuck around my neck.

"If there's a god out there, you have one wicked sense of humor." I rasped, feeling my control wither away quickly. If my tempting little mate wasn't careful, sleeping or not, I'd spin us around, pin him to the bed and ravish him.

His pink lips opened slightly as he breathed deeply, still asleep. But every time he exhaled, he was breathing out over my sensitive skin and nipple, making me shiver and clench my hands.

"Hmmm..." He wriggled closer, moaning softly and made me bare my fangs in hunger. You fucking little... Rolling my hips once, I growled lowly as the man simply shivered and sleepily bucked his own hips.

That's it.

Rolling us over, I had the boy pinned underneath me, burying my nose against his throat and inhaled deeply. His scent was fucking perfect and pushed me to stop holding back and corrupt the angel I had in my arms.

But seeing his wide-eyed expression as he blinked awake wasn't exactly helping me as he laid there, the poster child of innocent perfection. And I had him right underneath me, skin brushing against skin, his sweet breath brushing over my face...

It was enough to let any man cave in and surrender to his desires.

That was without accounting the little spirefire himself. One moment I was holding my weight off of him, contemplating of claiming those luscious pink lips until they were swollen and my name heavy in the air.

But then I was met with a hissed out breath as his golden eyes sparked vividly and my throbbing cock was met with a savage hit of his knee. Searing pain shot through me as I crumbled, my little spitfire of a mate was flying of the bed as he shifted.

"Holy fuck..." I panted, gritting my teeth before my head snapped up as I heard tiny paws rush towards the front door. "Oh no you don't." I managed to scramble on my shaking legs, ignoring the sharp throbbing pain in my groin and dove for the fleeing cat.

It was like trying to catch smoke with my bare hands; every time I thought I had a hold on him, the little rascal managed to give me the slip. Rushing forwards, I managed to skid in front of him, forcing the little cat to skid to a halt and dart away from the front door.

"Calm down little one."

He only hissed and tried to smack my face before I was able to grab him and hauled him against my chest. He was instantly spitting and hissing, trying to claw me several times before I was able to use my powers.

Due to my demonic heritage, I was able to push shifters back to their humanoid form so after a few seconds, I was smiling down at my struggling and gorgeous mate as he panted and hissed.

My hands engulfed his wrists as I used my body to keep him pressed against the floor. Golden eyes sparked and glared up at me, canines extended and bared in a venomous hiss.

"Calm down. Take a few deep breaths and relax." I soothed, already letting my powers loose to read his emotions and mind. Some might think it was a breach in his privacy but we were mates, one being. I needed to know if he thought of me as a threat.

I was instantly bombarded by old and fresh memories alike, one of them very strong as his heart raced, a hint of fear in his blood. My eyebrows dipped as I watched him enter a house, spotting an intruder on top of his sister.

Pride swelled in my heart as he yanked the man off, claws and teeth sinking in before the man started to shift. On instinct, he shifted as well, the tiny cat going straight for the throat and managed to clip an artery so the wolf bled to death.

My anger soared as well as I recognized several key figures of the Red Hill's pack. In fact, the intruder was the son and upcoming Alpha. I mentally sneered and scoffed before patting my mate for a job well done.

At least the world was rid of another piece of scum.

"Let go of me! Get off!" My mate snarled angrily before trying to kick me off. Luckily I was able to avoid another strike at my groin and hold him down. Sadly, before I could try and sooth him, I heard footsteps approaching and the door banging open.

Fin and Erin stood inside my house, without invitation, staring at my perfect and nude mate. Anger boiled inside and I let out a roar that rattled the walls, making the two inmates step back.

Sadly, all my attention was on getting those two out, so I hadn't calculated that my daredevil of a mate was going to give me a repeat performance. His knee once again drove painfully hard in my groin before he shifted, skidding in between Fin and Erin's legs.

My eyes widened, heart clenching at the thought of possibly losing my mate. Already I could see Erin's Jaguar taking control of him and shifting on the spot to give chase.

"Stop!" I commanded, hissing in anger when the big cat ignored me and dashed out of the house. My demon snarled in displeasure, vaporizing and reappearing right in front of the Jaguar.

"I SAID STOP!!!"

Everything quieted down, all the inmates watching with baited breath as I had a stranglehold of the Jaguar. My mind was telling me that I was overreacting but my instincts were roaring, demanding blood to be spilled and to remove the threat to my mate's life.

Erin must've seen the threat in my eyes, the inner turmoil of instincts over mind. The Jaguar slowly let himself droop, even tucked his tail in like a kitten. The gesture reminded me too much of my little mate who just ran away so I turned my head and avoided to look at Erin.

Fin was waiting by the side, eying me worriedly. "Who gave you all permission to come in my damned house?" I asked lowly, keeping a hold of the Jaguar though his initial submission had lessened the worst of my bloodthirst.

"Forgive us Boss, we didn't mean anything with it." Finn spoke slowly, eying my stance carefully before continuing, "We heard stuff breaking voices yelling and figured something was wrong."

I sneered at that but looked down at the jaguar. As if someone could get the best of me and get away with it.

Your little spitfire of a mate did. Twice.

I almost smiled but kept my expression neutral, dropping Erin on the floor before stepping over the big cat. Thankfully the shifter was smart enough not to move and stayed down, even if he was publically humiliated.

---Benjamin's POV---

I ran until I was safely tucked away in a tree, watching the scenario unfold downstairs. Honestly, I had expected that man to kill the Jaguar for disobeying but when he dropped the big cat, I was more than surprised.

My instinct had been to run and hide, especially after waking up with an unknown male on top of me. It reminded me too much of what I saved my sister from and for a moment I had feared that man, Anders was going to do the same.

But now I felt conflicted as I knew logically I had to run and hide. I couldn't show my face around here anymore now that the inmates knew I was a shifter. And yet, a big part of me wanted to stay here.

In Anders arms.

I've never woken up to feeling save and secured, a warm embrace that made me feel sheltered from the evil of the world. But yet, that was what I felt waking up with Anders looming over me.

"Madness! Trusting him would mean killing myself. But running away feels like slow torture as well!"

Mentally cursing myself over and over again, I slowly tracked around the camp until I was sat in the tree just outside Anders' house. Its been several hours since the man stalked back to his house and slammed the door shut.

Pawing at the bark underneath ne, I calculated the distance towards the window before taking the chance and leaped.

The only sound I produced was a silent clicking of my nails against the wooden frame of the window but it was enough to alert Anders. His head spun around from his position in the hammock and I instantly froze.

"Curse the gods..." I mentally drooled over the bared expanse of Anders body, the skillful ink flowing over his bronzed skin. He smiled and rested his head on the palm of his hand, turning my way so I could awe over his gloriously naked form.

The only thing that was hiding his groin was his hand teasingly lingering there.

"Took you long enough wildcat." He grinned and for once, I couldn't do anything but purr as he leaned over to lift me up and settle me right down on his wide chest. My mind shut off and my cat took over.

Anders grinned, rubbing his fingers through my fur as I curled up on top of him, paws gently massaging his skin. This man spelled trouble with a capital T and yet I was lured in and unable to get away from him.

And to tell the truth, I didn't want to.