Rane's Mate (20 page)

All five werewolves groaned, because they knew that when
Faith said stuff like that, they were in for big changes.

* * * *

Kirby stared in awe at the completed house. It was late
Friday morning and she couldn’t believe that she was staring at the same house.
The house looked like it was months old, even the window ledges were painted.
Yellow daises made a path from the carport, which was next to a double garage.

Rane’s arms came around her. “This is a visitor’s car park.
Well, it’s really parking for your parents since everyone else we know lives
close enough to walk.”

Kirby turned into his arms, stood on her tiptoes, and pulled
his face down so she could kiss him. Smiling against her lips, he picked her
up. She squealed as he grasped her arse, squeezing it.

Kirby laughed. “I love you. You are so good to me. I love
all the little things you do for me. I love you.”

Rane’s hands froze mid squeeze, even the smile on his face
froze, the only thing that moved was his eyes, they shone bright as he searched
her face. He seemed to come back to himself just as she started to get scared
that maybe she shouldn’t have said anything, but it had just come out.

He smiled so big. “Say it again.”

Kirby breathed a sigh of relief and grinned. “Say what
again?”

Rane chuckled, placing his mouth over hers and taking his
time as he traced her lips before sucking the bottom lip into his mouth. Rane
growled when she bit his bottom lip and their tongues meet, mimicking the dance
of love.

Rane moved them against the front door, then pulled her
sundress over her head. His own shirt followed, falling somewhere on the
ground. She couldn’t undo the buttons on his jeans fast enough, and gave a sigh
of relief when they were undone. His thick erection popped free. Shivering in
anticipation, she moved her hand up and down his muscular chest, giving his
nipples a light pinch and loving when it made him crazy. Kirby loved it when he
got all dominant.

He pulled his mouth away from hers and looked into her eyes.
“Woman, you burn me, every time I touch you, I catch alight.”

Rane growled, pushed her up against the door, and dived in
straight for her pussy. Her head fell back against the door as he sucked on
her, pulling her erect nub into his mouth, growling, which sent shivers pulsing
through her body. She felt her pussy convulse and knew she was soaking wet. God,
she loved his growling, it was so sexy.

He moaned against her pussy as he lapped at her juices. “Oh,
Rane, please I’m going to… Oh, make me...”

Rane growled again and added a thick finger to join his
tongue.

Her hand came down to grip his hair as his nipped her clit
and added a second finger, which made her come undone. “Ahhh, I love that mouth
of yours.”

Rane smiled up at her, and she could see herself shinning
against his lips. She shivered when he licked his lips then brought his fingers
up, sucking them clean, groaning. “Yum, you taste so good.”

She pulled him back up by the hair so she could show him
just how much she appreciated him. Taking his mouth to hers, she lined her
pussy up with his cock and slid down. Tracing his mouth and tasting herself on
him, she rubbed her body against his.

“I love everything about you, Rane. Your body could make a
Greek god jealous.” She grinned. “I love that’s it’s all mine, you’re all mine.
You fit me perfectly.”

She squeezed her pussy, and his forehead fell against hers,
and he moaned.

She continued, wanting to make it clear how she felt for
him. “I love the way you always make sure I’m happy, satisfied first, but what
I love most is your love for me in everything you do.” She looked into his
eyes. “I love the way you treat my brothers, especially Logan. Helping me with
my fighting, cooking for me, and just doing things like putting a carport and
undercover walkway, so my parents can visit. These are only some of the many
reasons why I love you.”

He chuckled and pushed her back against the door. His hands
were cupping her breasts and slowly moved to cup her face. She looked into his
electric blue eyes, and they sparkled as he spoke. “I’m the luckiest man in the
world to have you. Without you, I would still be empty, working eighteen hour
days. You were my world from the moment I first saw you. I couldn’t grasp how
lucky I am, how perfect you are for me. I have never loved anyone like I love
you. I will never love anyone else. I’m so proud of you, and I’ll never get
enough of you. You, Kirby Wolfen, are my everything.”

Tears rolled down Kirby’s face.

Rane kissed them away. “Little red.”

He kissed her. Kirby kissed him back, feeling the best she
had ever felt in her life. No more was she the pushover. She had learnt to use
her powers, and she was more powerful than ever. She had also learnt to stick
up for herself and to speak up against her brothers, she had even put a tough
werewolf in his place. The old Kirby would never have done anything like that.

As Rane moved again, she smiled, loving her new freedom and
her new confidence. Kirby arched as Rane sucked one nipple into his mouth. She
reached her arms around to hold his head. “Faster, harder, Rane. Make me
scream.”

She felt his smile against her skin. “Your wish is my
command.”

Her laughter turned into a scream as he moved and bit her
shoulder, his cock slamming home. Kirby screamed her orgasm as Rane roared,
slamming into her and locking. He pushed her against the door as it cracked,
falling open, and Kirby laughed out on a moan.

“The best thing I ever did was move.”

Rane kissed her and carried her to their bedroom.

Logan’s body still ached all over, and he wasn’t looking
forward to this. He looked at Rane’s house again. Fucking werewolves! His
family was becoming overrun by animals. His baby sister, who before all of this
was shy and quiet, and he had to admit a pushover, was now mated to a werewolf
and using her powers to help save the world. She was out of her shy shell, way
out. He admitted to himself that he was proud of her, and he supposed that if
she had to marry, or mate, or whatever the fuck they called it, at least it was
someone he kind of liked and respected.

Logan walked toward his parents, moving slowly so he didn’t
freak them out with his battered and bruised body. His mother hugged him and he
gritted his teeth to keep from wincing in pain. His dad nodded, but even his
dad couldn’t stop looking at the werewolves.

Logan’s gaze fell on his brother, and he frowned. Hayden,
who had been in worse condition than him, was walking around today looking like
he hadn’t almost died. Logan glanced at the hot, tall blonde smiling and
basically eating his brother up.

Logan shook his head thinking,
God, us humans are idiots.
How could we not have figured out that werewolves existed?
A group of over
two hundred ridiculously good looking people living together should bring
attention to themselves. He was jolted out of his musing when Rane let slip
that Kirby was pregnant, and in a little over six months there would be a new
addition.

He blamed it on the pain that he was still in when he said,
“What! We can breed with animals?”

Rane growled, and so did the hot blonde.

His mother gasped at him and he winced when she used his
full name. “Logan Jonathan Brown, I did not bring you up to be like this.”

He sighed and looked over to his brother for back up, and
was shocked to see him glaring at him with a look of disappointment.

Logan turned back to his mother. “You can’t tell me you’re
happy that your only daughter is married-mated to a werewolf, a being that
turns into an animal?”

His mother’s face was red as she turned to Rane, then the
hot blonde. “I’m so sorry.” She then turned back to Logan and whacked him
upside the head. “These…beings, keep us safe, they have from the beginning of time,
and I wouldn’t care who my daughter…” She turned to Hayden. “…or son chose, as
long as they are happy.”

He looked to his brother again, who always had his back, but
today he had his arm around the blonde. Hayden was looking at the blonde the
same way she was looking at him.

“No, no, not you too. Fuck this!” Logan turned and walked
out the door.

I’m a mother of four terrors between the ages of two and
seven.

I started writing down my story ideas in high school, and
never really stopped. Writing, I have to say, is my salvation. After I’ve
cleaned up and gotten all the kids in bed, I sit at my computer—or sometimes a
notebook with a pencil—and relax, write, and escape.

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Book 1:
Kane’s Mate

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Book 2:
Rane’s Mate

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Ava’s Mate

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