Chapter 1

Knowing you had a fated mate, and claiming said mate, were two entirely different things. Especially for him. Brock was not built for a mate.

Period.

Sure, Ariella Golden was the one woman the universe had destined to be his. Unfortunately, the universe had fucked up. He had no plans to take her, claim her, fuck her until his mind went blank and his body was finally sated.

Grrrr. What a visual!

Whatever. He couldn’t do a thing about it. So Brock had been avoiding her like the plague. Ever since the first time he’d taken the curvy female for a ride on the back of his Harley, Brock had been trying to fight it. Even now, memories of that ride had his dick growing hard in his pants.

He could almost feel her as she’d been that day. The woman had squeezed him so tight, she damn near busted a rib. But it would have been worth it. The feel of her tits smashed against his back, her hot womanly core snuggled up to his hips, had made him feel ten times a man.