Gita had a moment of panic. She wondered if she had made a miscalculation but the way he squeezed the back of her neck made her knees weak as her lips parted. She hadn't actually made any sort of plan to proposition anyone today. She had been pulled from her agent position and put on leave but when she heard the same thing happened to the male who saved her life... well she wasn't going to say she was taking advantage but she saw an opportunity to expand the Anders clan and she was taking it. He need a mate, she needed people for her clan. It was win-win really.

"I do." It came out almost breathless and a heavy growl seemed to rumble his broad chest. Fuck was he intense. Gita had always appreciated a good weremale but there was something about his entire being, the aura he put out, was beyond what she had ever felt before. His growl rumbled a bit deeper and it had her breathing heavier as desire pooled low in her stomach at the tone of it. She had never real had that much of a reaction to a male before, she was a little surprised at herself.

"I don't share. I don't give up what's mine. This is for fucking keeps." He squeezed the back of her neck and Gita almost melted as his nose brushed hers.

"I'm aware." She swallowed hard, her breath shaking slightly at the almost feral, dominating intensity he was putting out. Gita had been slightly aware of some of the shit the doc said about the mating hormone but she had been so focused on the thought of perhaps adding a person, a mate at that, to the Anders clan she hadn't overheard all of it.

The strained chuckle he let out washed over her and she shivered. "Fuck me." He gritted the words and Gita smirked.

"I'd like to." They were the truth. He was more than attractive, looking more than rugged with his shaggy dark brown hair and his brown eyes that flashed and heated like dark hot chocolate. She could barely take a breath before he kissed her. It was hard, dominating, and so heated she felt her heart rate increase as she leaned against him, embracing the feelings that it brought up in her.

He tore away from the kiss and spat out a curse, leaving Gita feeling disorientated. He let her neck go before he grabbed her wrist and stalked through the confusing concrete halls, dragging her along behind him. Gita could barely catch her breath, her mind still whirling from the heated and possessive kiss.

A shorter human with a mohawk almost bumped into them and he held up his hand and Flint snarled, dark and dangerous. "Not now, Mick!" He pulled Gita around him, keeping his body between her and the other man as if he viewed him as a threat to the not quite established claim between them.

"Flint, get your ass back here, now." The man practically shouted it but Flint was already on the move. Gita was kept pace with him as his grip flexed around her wrist. She couldn't keep up with the twists and turns that the complex seemed to had so when they arrived at a garage she was surprised. It looked like one of those underground parking garages and there were a sparse amount of vehicles parked in it.

Flint pulled her over to a black Lexus. He pulled open the passenger's side and opened the door. "Get in." There was no give to his voice, no room to argue and Gita found herself sliding into the passenger seat without a word. She was usually a little contrary with males, never really listened to orders but there was something about Flint that had her wanting to.

When he got in and dropped the key fob from the sun visor, Gita watched him. "You were a clan guardian... weren't you." It wasn't a question, a statement of fact. There was always something about clan guardians that lingered even when they stopped being one. It was almost like the presence of an aristocrat, something that said don't argue, they know what's best.

"Don't talk." A low growl followed the words and Gita scowled.

"Listen, you don't get to-" His free hand reached over and grabbed her thigh tightly. His strong fingers slipped between her thighs, holding her inner thigh tightly and she inhaled sharply at the possessive touch.

He leaned closer to her as he backed up the car. "It's taking every bit of my fucking self control not to drag you into the backseat and fuck you. Don't. Fucking. Talk." The words were growled, dripping with intensity and Gita gave a mute nod. His hand retreated but she still felt it like a brand on her skin. Her breathing came a touch harder as he gripped the steering wheel with tight hands before he shifted gears and they were leaving the garage rather quickly.

His warning was ringing in her ears and all Gita could think about was just how it would work. Not as a confused reaction, as in a running through every single scenario and just how good it would feel. Desire moved through her at each image in her head and it made her shift in the passenger seat as she felt her pussy grow slick. There was a heat to her veins and she felt her cheeks heat up as she shifted in her seat repeatedly, glancing at Flint.

A low growl rumbled his chest as he inhaled deeply, his hands went white knuckled on the steering wheel. "Female, if you don't-" He cut himself off with a growl and several curses as he pressed harder on the gas, the car going faster.

The scenery seemed to fly by and Gita couldn't focus on any of it. She could only focus on the heat radiating out of the male in the driver's seat and the responding heat that was coming from her. Desire and need pounded in her veins. She had heard of the mating fever, every were did. It was something that was taught with their basic sex ed. When werewolves decided to mate, their mating hormone increased and it resulted in a heated, messy tangle of bodies for some times days until the bond was cemented between them.

She just didn't realize that the pheromones he was putting out would be so fucking intense. He smelled of pure male and sex and she wanted to crawl onto his lap and bury her face into his neck so she could take in lungfuls of that fucking scent, to rub it all over her skin. She gripped the car door with a tight hand, shifting as her entire body throbbed with awareness, her pulse point felt like it was deep in her pussy and she bit her bottom lip hard.

They pulled into a two story, homey looking cottage and he slammed on the brakes. Gita lurched out of the car, her legs feeling wobbly as she inhaled the night air deeply. It did little to dispel the dizzy sort of craving she had inside of her. She closed the car door and Flint slammed his and stared at her over the car. Gita met his gaze, her breathing deepening.

His eyelids lowered, looking at her in a heated, intense way. "In the house." His voice was low, rumbled and Gita had to press her hand to the car to keep upright as her legs turned almost to jello, her pupils dilating as she watched him. "Now, Gita." The way he said her name had her shuddering out a breath as she nodded and headed for the cottage. It was rustic, had some charm to it. She liked it, it felt appropriate for her beast and their instincts. It was rural, away from others, backed up to a forest.

Her knees felt wobbly as she walked up the few stairs and to her surprise the door swung open when she tried it. She stepped into the dark interior. It smelled stale, as if it hadn't been lived in for a while. She moved further inside and when the area grew a bit darker, she turned and saw Flint standing in the doorway, his form broad, his eyes glinting in the dark, a predator watching his prey.

She found her body reacting to that look, his presence, and when he took a step inside, closing the door without once taking his eyes off of her she knew there was no going back now. A part of her wondered if she made a mistake and the other part, the part of her, that had thought about every position imaginable he could fuck her in the back of his car, fairly purred at the sight of him. There was a primal sort of awareness for him that lingered inside of her, made her a throbbing, needy mess.

There was a few tense moments of silent, only interrupted by their breathing. Then, slowly, like the predator he was, he moved. Deliberate movements, movements Gita could see clearly as if they were in day time, as he slowly and deliberately moved towards her. She felt her body react to each one, her blood heating in her veins, liquid desire moving through her body so the point her entire body throbbed with her heartbeat.

The look in his eyes was more animal than human, a sign of the mating fever and her breath hitched as he backed her slowly and deliberately against the wall. Gita pressed herself against tightly against the wall as the heated presence of him pressed against her. His entire aura pressed against her before he slowly slid his leg between hers and she gasped, her heart rate spiking and everything inside of her tightening.

He grasped the side of her neck, his thumb pushing her chin upwards so that her lips nearly brushed his. "Mine." It was low, rumbled, and sent a bolt of desire through Gita so sharply she gasped at it. She didn't have a chance to respond as he kissed her and suddenly things weren't moving slow anymore. It was claiming, possessive, and so heated Gita felt like melting into him as her body throbbed with awareness, taking in the scent and taste of him.

Hot hands stroked skin and within a few moments, her clothes were stripped off of her. The sensation of his skin against hers as he lifted her up, his lips sealed with hers, set her heart pounding in her chest, her body being awash in sensation that had her pussy throbbing and her nipples tightening. She could feel a strange haze coming over her, the urge to tip into it, to rub herself against his skin, marking him with her scent was strong. Her body felt too hot for her skin and the only thing that seemed to make it better was his hands gripping her, his skin pressed against hers as he grabbed her thigh and lifted it, hooking it over his hip.

There was no thoughts, mere sensations as Flint pressed against her tighter with a low rumble, his cock pressed against her slick pussy, thrusting through her wetness with a low grunt. She was gasping into his mouth, on the edge of begging for him to fuck her. Everything felt intense and her body was throbbing with need. She hadn't expected the mating fever to hit her so quickly but the scent of him, the taste, the feeling was just so fucking intense. All she wanted was him and he wasn't fucking giving it to her.

She finally broke but when she opened her mouth to beg him he thrust that rather tantalizingly sized cock into her slick pussy abruptly and she let out a cry instead. She clung to him, nails digging deep into his skin as he fucked her. It was raw, feral, edged with possession and Gita craved every second of it. He fucked her like he wanted to own her, like he wanted to possess every inch of her and she took it, every inch, every thrust, because as she tipped over into the haze of the mating fever, nothing in the world mattered more than him fucking his claim into her.

Every second, every gasping breath, every hot and panting breath against her ear, every feral growl, every claw mark she left against his skin. Each sound, moan, smack, growl, grunt. It played as a symphony in the haze and when her body became nothing but a tight point, something brutally painful, as if every muscle in her body was cramping all at once she sobbed out for release, he kissed her hard, his tongue stroking hers as he broke her open.

Gita came with a cry that he swallowed, his name on her lips and tongue that he tasted and she shook, trembling as her pussy milked his cock hungrily. He came too, marking her with his scent thickly and Gita was left panting but he didn't move, holding her tighter, his arm snaking around her back, pulling her tight to his chest as his other grasped her ass.

He pulled back from the wall, carrying her with him as she kissed him, mindless and needy, craving more and more and more. "Mine." He growled the word against her lips as he carried her through the house and Gita groaned.

"Mine." She kissed him again and then again. "Mine, mine, mine, mine." It fell from her lips like a hymn as he carried her further into his home, further into his life. There was no stopping the mating fever and the heat was increasing again. She let out a feral growl of her own as she grabbed his jaw, kissing him hungrily. "Mine." He was hers.

Hers.

Her male.