Dire Wolf Mates - Chapter 109: Chapter 109

Shifters existed. Dire Wolf Shifters, to be exact. Weylin Scott, the sexy, hot man who’d kissed her twice now, was one of them.
Holy. Crap.
She sat in his SUV outside the shitty motel she’d been living in, and she knew she should get out, leave him in peace. But she couldn’t. Her body just wouldn’t listen, and her mind had so many more questions.
“I, uh, that is, you probably have to go,” she mumbled.
“I don’t have to do anything, Gwendolyn. What’s on your mind?” he whispered, careful to keep himself small, she realized.
Oh, he was good. Aware of her emotions, it seemed, and tender with his actions. Weylin Scott was a mystery to her before she knew his big secret, and now, well, now he was a total enigma.
Why would a big, powerful man like that be interested in a curvy little nobody like her? Only one way to find out. Turning herself to face him, Gwendolyn straightened her shoulders, drawing in a deep breath.
“Why me?”
“Why you what?” he asked, green eyes wide.
“The kiss, well, both of them. The keeping guard at this shithole motel. You look like a man who has his pick of women, so why me? Is it because of what I said about saving myself for marriage? Am I just a challenge to you?”
“Hold on,” he said, exhaling slowly. “First off, why not you? You’re gorgeous, Gwen, and that’s just a casual observation. Second, even if I could have anyone I want, I only want you. We have a legend,” he began.
Gwen really started listening now. She was not going to be sidetracked by those emerald eyes, or his multifaceted hair, the muscles straining beneath his clothes, and his incredibly soft, exceptionally skilled pink lips. God, she could get lost in those lips.
His kisses were consuming. They were the kind of thing she’d read about but never expected to find in real life. It was like all his attention was on her when he pressed his mouth to hers, and her promise to remain chaste until marriage abiding, Gwen was dying to indulge again.
What would it be like if she let go of that vow she made? If she gave herself to a man, no, a Shifter, like him? She’d had her heart broken before, and sex had had nothing and yet everything to do with it.
Would Weylin break her heart? Even if he did, she’d bet the farm he would make it worth her while. There was something so primal about her need for him. Gwen could not help her reactions to the man. The way he looked, the way he smelled, the way he moved—everything drew her to him like some invisible magnet.
Wait. Was he talking? What was he saying?
“I said, we have a legend,” he murmured, a hint of a grin playing at the corner of his mouth. “That is, supernaturals have a legend.”
“About what?” she asked, curious about legends that had their own legends.
“About fated mates,” he said, his voice so deep and rumbly it sent chills traveling up her spine.
“Fated mates. What’s that?”
“A fated mate is like a soul mate. It’s the one person or persons the Fates created just for you. The soul that can make yours complete. Fated mates are everything to each other.”
“Wow. That’s a fantastic notion,” she said.
“Yeah. It is. A lot of folks believe it is pure fantasy, and it gets confusing, and lines get muddled. People think having a fated mate means you have no choice, but that isn’t true. And it isn’t just a supernatural thing, humans have fated mates as well. Supes are just better able to spot them, is all.”
“So, are you saying I have a fated mate?”
“Yeah, you do, Gwen,” he whispered, eyes glowing in the darkness of the vehicle.
“What about you? Do you have a fated mate, Weylin?”
“Yes,” he hissed the word.
The air seemed electrified, with whatever awareness was sizzling between them. Her skin burned, seeming to want his touch. Gwen swayed slightly towards him. She was so close, tiny specks of gold glittered in his green gaze, dazzling her with their depths.
“My Dire Wolf knew the second I spotted you. You were always meant to be mine, Gwendolyn Hoffer.”
“How can you be sure?” she whispered, scared to raise her voice lest it break the spell weaving between them.
“Oh, I’m sure. It was like the whole world had been slightly askew my entire life, then you came into it, and everything was right, for the first time ever. The Fates set you right in my path, and I am so fucking grateful. You make everything right, Gwen.”
“But where’s the choice in that?” she murmured, swallowing softly.
“It’s not enough for me to see you and know what you are to me. You have to want me, too.”
“I see,” she replied softly.
Their heads were so close now, one small move and she’d be touching him, kissing him. God, she wanted to. How she wanted to! But what would it mean, giving her heart to a monster? Listening to her gut instincts about him, she suddenly knew this was right. Weylin Scott was different from the rest. He was special.
Safe. Tender. Caring. Real.
“Yes or no, Gwen. I have to know if you want this, baby. Tell me, please,” he whispered, his plea tender, endearing.
The soft, warm tickle of his breath had her trembling in the passenger seat. Gwen inhaled the woodsy scent she’d come to associate with the giant redhead, and she felt her insides warm with recognition.
“I trusted a boy with my heart once,” she began.
Weylin cocked his head. He listened to her, and that was a marvel in and of itself. She felt his confusion, but his patience outweighed it, or overruled it, and that was one of the things she was starting to love about him. It was way too soon for that word, she thought, and winced, but went on with what she had to say.
“He betrayed me. He just wanted someone to warm his bed, and when I wouldn’t, when I told him I had made a vow to save myself for marriage, he found someone else who didn’t have the same hangups as me.”
“I’m sorry,” he replied, brows furrowed.
“After, he told me I wasn’t worth the wait. He said nobody would want to wait for a frigid little fat girl and I’d better think twice before life passed me by.”
“Where does he live now?”
“Oh stop,” she laughed. “I don’t need you to avenge me, Weylin. What I want to know is what do you think?”
“About you? I know for you it’s been a few days, but for me, it’s been decades. But Gwen, you are worth the wait. My fated mate, Gwen, that is what you are. I’d spend forever waiting if I knew you were going to be there in the end.”
“You would?” she asked, and when he nodded, something inside her just clicked.
Gwendolyn believed him. It was like her heart had taken a leap of faith, and now it was pounding like a herd of buffalo through the plains. Holy crap. Could she die of this?
“No. I wouldn’t let anything hurt you, baby. Not ever,” he whispered just before she crushed her mouth to his.
Fireworks exploded as their lips melded to each other. And oooh, but he was even better at this than she’d thought. There went the earth, just like he described it, spinning out of orbit, then righting itself again.
He was a patient teacher, cupping her face tenderly in his hands until she got used to the way their mouths fit. He reached back with one hand, holding onto her neck, moving her just so. Then his tongue was sliding past hers in a dance old as time.
She reached out with shaky hands to steady herself, clutching his wide shoulders, which was damn hard to do in the confines of the car. The center console was in the way, but Weylin pushed on something, a button maybe, then slid the thing back, and pulled her flush against him.
She felt the power he kept so tightly contained, and it moved her almost as much as his skilled lips and tongue. Oh God, she had no idea what she was doing, but he was a good leader. He cradled her head with one hand, holding her there, while the other threaded in her hair as he worked his tongue in and out against hers.
He tasted good, she thought as she swallowed him down. Licking and lapping at one another like they could not breathe without the other. Maybe they couldn’t. Is that what fated mates meant?
Her body heated, nipples hardened, and that place between her legs ached with a need she had never felt. It was like fantasy and biology were taking over her mind, some magical combination of the two and they were causing her to soak her panties. Or maybe that was just him.
Gwen thought she knew how to kiss, but this was a whole other level of lip locking. Weylin was a god here and for the first time, Gwen couldn’t wait for what came next. She wanted, no, she needed more. She needed him.
“Gwen,” he moaned, pressing his forehead to hers.
“Come inside with me,” she moaned.
“I don’t wanna rush you, baby. We can take our time,” he growled, but she instinctively knew this was hurting him.
That was the last thing she wanted. Truth be told, ever since meeting him, that fateful night when she’d walked into the bar, Gwen hadn’t been able to stop thinking about him. Weylin Scott had taken more of her time than she cared to admit. But maybe she could now that she knew what she was to him.
Mate. You are my mate.
“You’re not rushing me. I told you I made a mistake before trusting a boy, I think maybe this time I try trusting a Wolf.”