You stumbled through Shawn's front door, the house dark as no one else happened to be there. He shared it with his pack, and you still couldn't believe he'd talked you into going home with him. Considering your weariness and hesitation regarding the whole werewolf scene, you were extremely on-edge but equally aroused.

"Was a lovely wedding," he smiled charmingly, reaching up to grab two wine glasses from the top cupboard. You watched his back flex through the snug dress shirt, black slacks clad to his ass while he stretched.

"You okay with white?" he asked, reaching into the fridge to retrieve a chilled bottle of white wine.

"Yeah," you spoke softly, giddy as his gorgeous chestnut eyes met yours, electricity shooting through your veins.

You wiggled out of his jacket, hanging it over the back of a kitchen chair. He'd slipped out of it and insisted you put it on when you left the woods, the night growing cold and dark, causing you to shiver. He'd been nothing but gentlemanly all night, especially during the kiss you'd shared in the forest. What a fucking kiss.

His lips had burned into your skin, awakening your senses as his tongue worked magic in your mouth. His sharp pearly white teeth sunk into your lower lip gently, giving it a playful tug and definitely yanking a low moan from your throat. That was when he'd asked if you believed in mates.

You'd ignored the question, terrified of the possibility of ending up with a wolf even though it was probably quite common. The two of you walked back to the venue, hands toying with each other's fingers as he asked how you were getting home.

"I, I uh, I was gonna actually get a ride with my cousin, but he's not really around," you spoke, swivelling your head to scan the room.

"I can drive you home," he smiled, hand sliding to your lower back.

"It's kinda far," you responded, wishing you didn't live forty-five minutes away.

"So come to mine," he said warmly, "we can get you home tomorrow."

You were absolutely fucked for his charming smile, making the executive decision to go home with a complete stranger and trust him with your life. That's how you ended up in his kitchen, drooling over his hot body as he began chopping strawberries. Yeah, strawberries. Fucking strawberries. God, he was good at this.

You sat down on the plush couch, dress pooling in your lap as he walked your way, handing you a sweating glass of wine. The tray of strawberries was on the cushion between you as he took a seat, leaning his head against the back of the couch and looking in your direction. Those chocolate orbs drew you in, big time.

"So, you're the groom's second cousin?" you asked, testing his fishy story. Something about it seemed oddly suspicious.

"Yeah," he responded with a nod, bringing a plump strawberry to his pink lips and taking a bite.

"You said you knew him from college," you spoke flatly, picking up a strawberry and seductively wrapping your lips around it, biting into the fruit. He adjusted in his seat, pissed that he'd been caught in a lie but unable to ignore his pants tightening at the sight of you.

"Nice catch," he shook his head knowingly, aware that you'd set him up. "He's in my pack."

"He's a fucking wolf?" you asked surprisingly, mind blown at the realization. You had no idea. How many other people in your life were wolves and completely harmless?

"Yeah," he laughed, shuffling a little closer. "I wasn't sure if you knew so I made up the whole frat thing."

"Huh," you said in disbelief, a wicked grin creeping up your lips as your eyes raked over his wonderfully trained body. Maybe he was safe? A good one? Maybe you were wrong to question him at all?

"See? You don't need to be, like, afraid of us," Shawn mumbled, taking a sip from his glass and resting his arm up on the top of the couch, hand dangling not far from your face. "That's another reason you're here. I want to show you that there's nothing to be scared of," he said softly, reaching out to tuck a stray piece of hair behind your ear. He was so gentle. "Are you?"

You shook your head, heart pounding in your chest but not because of fear. He was the reason you were on edge, the reason your stomach was doing dips and your mind was running wild at the mere sight of his lips curling into a smile. He had this effect on you that you couldn't seem to comprehend, something you'd never experienced before. Could it be true?

"So, how are you gonna show me?" you said daringly, sitting up a bit as you brought another strawberry to your lips. His face went pink, making him look a few years younger and innocently boyish, clearly embarrassed to be upfront about the possibility of sleeping together.

"I, I uh, I just wanna, y'know," he trailed off, hand coming up to the base of his curls to run his fingers through them. "Whatever you want, really. I just feel, I feel drawn to you," he confessed, eyes turning a shade darker as they raked over your body, finally flickering up to meet your twinkling gaze.

"Whatever you think, Shawn," you smiled, "Show me."

He quickly peeled your glass from your hand, placing it on the coffee table along with the tray of strawberries. He shuffled onto the empty cushion between your bodies, his face only inches from yours, breath hot on your chin. The heat from his heavy body radiated into yours, an expectant energy growing in your chest as you anticipated what was to come.

He brought a hand to your jaw, thumb mindlessly caressing your cheek as he took in your appearance.

"You're very beautiful," he spoke, barely a whisper as his blush grew darker, his neck a deep shade of pink.

You pushed your face into his hand as your eyes fluttered shut, speaking softly, "So are you."

His lips were on yours in an instant, soft and hot and electric as he opened his mouth, wetting your pout and moving against you. He was quick to pull you onto his lap to straddle him, hands moving down to your hips while your fingers threaded through his wild curls. His tongue swept across your bottom lip, begging to be welcomed into your mouth as you granted him access, allowing him to kiss you the way you deserved to be kissed. He was the first to let out a desperate moan, causing a smile to creep up on your lips at his reaction.

"Can I," he croaked, unable to formulate a complete sentence because he couldn't stop kissing you, "Can I take you upstairs?"

You broke the kiss, meeting his wild eyes and precious smile as you bit your lip and nodded, a wetness having already begun pooling in your sheer panties. You hopped off his thighs, allowing him to take your hand and lead you up the steps, pulling you into what looked like the master bedroom. Alpha alert.

You wasted no time as he shut the door, shoving him against the wall and kissing him deeply. Your hands danced over his entire body, exploring the stubble on his cheeks and the firmness of his chest, even the boniness of his ribs. He seemed unsure of what to do with his hands, completely overwhelmed by your boldness and your touch, unable to control the effect you had on him. A deep rumble caused you to pull away, confused at the vibrations coming from the centre of his chest. No freaking way.

"Are, are you-"

"Purring, yeah," he giggled, blushing again.

"That's fucking adorable," you smiled, causing his grin to widen as relief washed over his body.

"I'm just, uh, I'm really happy," he said quietly, reaching for your hips to pull you against him when you took a step back, motioning for him to follow.

He took a stride toward you as you stood at the foot of his bed, raising an eyebrow at him while you toyed with the straps of your dress. His lips crashed into yours in an instant, hungry whimpers escaping his throat as his chest continued intensely buzzing. Your fingers reached for his middle, making quick work of his buttons as you soon peeled the dress shirt from his built frame. His chest was scattered with tiny brown hairs and a white gold chain hung from his thick neck.

"What's on the pendant?" you breathed, hands moving to his belt as he let out a moan.

"Our pack's crest," he panted, tipping his forehead down to rest on yours as you undid his button and pulled down his zipper. "Every pack has one, and then you have to wear it, it's just tradition. Some get tattoos, rings, whatever. I liked the necklace," he said lowly, dipping his head down to kiss your neck as you tried to push the pants down his thighs, leading him to wiggle around and kick them off his ankles.

His fingers were reaching for the zipper at the side of your dress as you tilted your head back, allowing him to gently suck on your neck as the fabric fell down your braless body.

He let out a loud moan as his hands reached for your breasts, softly cupping them and massaging your skin before his calloused fingertips concentrated on your nipples and his tongue licked up the column of your throat. You felt his bulge against your abdomen, rock-hard and pressing into you as your fingertips danced over his chest. He pulled away, meeting your gaze with a little smirk.

"We don't have to do this," he said softly.

"Shawn, I asked you to show me. I'm still waiting," you teased, earning a toothy grin from him as he gently pushed you backward onto the bed, crawling on top of your exposed body.

"Twist my arm," he laughed and pretended to roll his eyes, bulging biceps supporting his weight as he hovered over you and peppered soft kisses around your entire face. He was so sweet, yet so sexy, and you were pretty sure you'd die if he didn't hurry up and get down to business.

"Shawn, I need you," you breathed, earning a soft chuckle from him.

"But I've gotta take my time with you," he responded, his dark eyes meeting yours as he began making his way down your body. His knees supported him as he kissed from your shoulders to your chest, trailing his fingers down your skin and following the line with his tongue. You squirmed under him, desperate to feel him do something. He was soon placing wet kisses on each of your hipbones, the deep rumble still audible in his throat as his eyes looked up and into yours, dark and hungry while his fingers hooked into your panties and tugged them down your thighs.

"Open up, princess," he spoke softly as you let your knees fall open, revealing your aching core. "So pretty. So wet for me," he muttered, unable to resist reaching out and brushing his thumb between your folds. You moaned at the contact, watching him as he brought his thumb to his lips and sucked it clean.

"Fuck, Shawn," you groaned, the desperation audible in your voice as he shuffled onto his stomach, face settling between your thighs.

He placed a soft kiss on your swollen clit, pulling a gasp from your throat as he broke into a smile, softly nipping at the sensitive bud. He chuckled against your heat, a soft puff of warm air hitting your wetness before he licked a hot stripe from your entrance to the hood of your clit. You whispered beneath him, his strong arms keeping you pinned down against the mattress. You ran your clammy hands through his chocolate curls, tugging at them as he flicked your clit with his tongue. He brought a hand to your entrance, slipping a long finger into your cunt achingly slowly.

Your hand slipped to his shoulder, digging into the muscle with your fingernails as you let out a loud whimper. He released your clit, slipping another finger into you as his gaze met yours, resting his head on your left thigh with a bashful smile creeping up on his lips.

"You're so pretty," he blushed, your stomach doing flips at how adorable he was. He soon brought his mouth back between your thighs, pumping his fingers and encapsulating your clit with his lips, gently sucking.

"Oh my god," you panted, back arching off the bed as he hummed against your heat. His fingers sped up, curling toward him and stroking you just the right way.

"Cum for me," he breathed, tongue darting out of his mouth and teasing your clit again.

"M'gonna, gonna cum," you groaned, eyes squeezed tightly shut as he added a third finger, throwing you over the edge with a loud moan escaping your lips. An electrifying feeling flooded your senses as you went into an intense orgasm, thighs clenching around his head.

"Just like that, honey. Look so beautiful coming on my hand," he cooed against your heat, slowing as you caught your breath. A goofy smile was plastered on his perfectly chiseled face as he slowly crawled up your naked body, pulling your lips into a soft kiss.

"Your turn," you spoke softly. He placed a finger on your lips, hushing you as his happy eyes stared into yours.

"No, this is about you. It's gotta be perfect. You can worry about me another time," he said softly, wiggling out of his briefs as you pushed them off his hips.

"Who said there's gonna be another time?" you teased, smirking at the sound of his hard cock slapping his abdomen.

"There will be," he smiled, kissing your cheek softly as you reached for his thick shaft. God, everything about him was beautiful. "One sec," he muttered, crawling off you and reaching into his nightstand to retrieve a square gold packet. You watched with a smile as he pinched the tip of the condom and rolled it down his throbbing length, causing your stomach to twirl at the realization that this was happening and he was ready.

You laid with spread legs as he settled on top of you again, softly kissing and biting at your smooth lips.

"Shawn, please," you begged, bucking your hips up to his.

"Yes, baby. I'll be gentle, I promise," he smiled, pushing up on his arm so he could align himself with your entrance and slowly sink between your folds.

"Mm, fuck," you whimpered, feeling his girth stretching your walls as you painfully adjusted.

"I know, I know, just gimme a second," he pleaded, somehow aware that it hurt a bit more than usual. Maybe he did this a lot.

Once you were used to his size, he felt incredible. His length filled you out perfectly, reaching every crevice within you that you had no idea even existed. His sparkly eyes looked into yours as he slowly began rocking his hips, gentle as ever. Your mind was exploding at the feeling of him, positive that sex with a human had never been like this.

"God, you're tight," he groaned, giving your thigh a rough squeeze as he leaned down to kiss your collarbone. "Not gonna last long," he said lowly, speeding up his thrusts as you pushed your head back into the pillows, lost in the pleasure of taking all of him. His hand found yours, peeling it from the sheets as he pulled it up to his soft lips. He kissed each knuckle, soon turning it over and placing a gentle kiss on the inside of your wrist. His cock was buried inside of you, overwhelming your nerves—and somehow your emotions—as you pulled him closer, craving the feeling of having as much of his skin on yours as possible.

"Baby," he cooed, bringing a hand between your bodies to stroke your clit. "I'm gonna need you to cum for me. Can you do that?"

"Mhm," you moaned, unable to formulate words due to the incredible feeling he was providing. "Fuck, Shawn, yes, I can cum for you," you finally managed to croak out, clearly driving him crazy as he released a soft growl. You felt ready to explode right then, more turned on than ever by his wolfly characteristics.

You clenched your walls as he gently pounded your soaked core, the room filled by the sounds of slapping skin, strangled moans, Shawn's deep purrs and the soft growls escaping his lips. His fingers continued to dance over your sensitive bud, lighting a fire deep inside your stomach as your toes went numb.

"Fuck, Shawn, I think, I think," you warned, completely taken aback by your ripping orgasm. It hit you hard and out of nowhere, leaving your body shaking beneath him as he watched you in awe.

"I'm not far behind ya," he muttered, slowing his pace but driving his cock deep inside of you with each thrust.

"Cum for me, Shawn," you cooed, wrapping your legs around his waist and pulling him into you with a firm grip on his ass.

That seemed to be all he needed, leaving him moaning out loudly as he filled the condom, thrusts continuing slowly as he released almost-silent growls with each pant of his breath. Your eyes met his as he finished, and you swore you'd never seen a more beautiful sight in your life. Curls wild, chest flushed, cheeks pink and full of life. Somehow, you knew he was supposed to be yours.

He collapsed on top of you, softening cock still between your hot folds as he buried his face in your neck.

"Thank you," he whispered against your skin, a soft purr radiating from his chest.

"Thank you," you responded, realizing why you truly weren't afraid of him. "Oh, and Shawn?"

"Hmm?" he smiled against your skin, fingertips dancing up your bare ribs and drawing circles on your side.

"The answer's yes," you said flatly, combing your fingers through his soft brown curls.

"What?" he lifted his head, a lazy smile etched on his face as he looked at you.

"If I believe in mates. The answer's yes, because I do now," you smiled, heart warming as his face lit up, tears pooling in his glowing eyes.