Redeemed: True Mates Book 4 (BBW Wolf Shifter Romance) (A Craggstone Paranormal Romance) (12 page)

BOOK: Redeemed: True Mates Book 4 (BBW Wolf Shifter Romance) (A Craggstone Paranormal Romance)
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I glanced down.

Then back up.

Then back down again. Now I was viewing him up close and personal, the man was either out of proportion, or a part of him hadn’t shifted back with the rest of him.

I couldn’t pull my eyes away, especially when he twitched and started thickening against his leg.

“Macey, you have to stop looking at me like that—”

“Like what?” I mumbled. I still couldn’t drag my eyes away.

“Like you want to eat me alive.”

I swallowed. That was a thought.

On a curse, he dragged me up against him, cutting off my view. Not that I minded, the length of him now trapped between our bodies, sliding against my stomach in promise.

“If you keep looking at me like that, I’ll be dragging you down into the dirt like a wild animal.”

“I wouldn’t complain,” I said, the words breathy as I rubbed up against him, moisture pooling in between my legs.

“But I would. I want our mating to be special. A proper hunt. I haven’t been away that long that I’ve forgotten what happens when two shifters find their true mates.” He groaned, his lips seeking mine in a way that undermined his words.

Time stood still as his mouth devoured mine, each lick, each nibble, each caress speaking without words.

We broke apart and I sucked in a ragged breath. It was time. I was ready.

“Let me make a quick phone call.” I fished a cell phone from my pocket, another item I had grabbed on my mad dash inside, and punched in a number.

“Oliver? Macey, here. I need you to come pick up another prisoner. Uh huh, yep. Jason will give you directions.” I passed the small phone over to my future mate, loving how he blinked in surprise. Oliver was obviously asking questions.

“…My brother…you’ll see. So, you think you can find it? Okay, okay. No worries, see you soon.” He flipped the phone shut and went to slide it in his pocket, stopping when he realized he didn’t have one.

“How long?”

“Fifteen, top side.”

“I can think of some things we can do to pass the time,” I murmured, sliding my hands down his chest, marveling as the muscles under my fingers jumped and twitched.
Someone was ticklish!

He grabbed my hands, his face twisted with indecision. “Do you
really
want to be doing that kind of stuff when Oliver turns up?”

Hmmmm.
“Point taken. I guess we’ll just hang out until he gets here.” My gaze flicked to his cock, which was hanging out
just
fine.

His eyes followed mine. “
You
have a one-track mind.” He grinned, adding, “I like it, but I suppose I’d better get dressed if we’re expecting company,” he said, moving over to his pile of abandoned clothes and pulling his jeans on.

“Spoilsport!”

“Don’t worry, I’ll be naked again very soon. And if I remember the mating hunt correctly, so will you…”

A shiver ran down my spine.

I couldn’t wait. Now, where the hell was Oliver?

 

 

CHAPTER THIRTEEN

Jason

I stood next to Oliver as he stared at my brother, his mouth hanging open in shock.

Or as near to shocked as someone like Oliver could probably feel.

“Let me get this straight—you didn’t know about him?”

“Nope.”

“Your identical twin.”

“Yep.

“Well, it explains a few things.” And with that, he scooped Jacob up off the ground and slung him over his back. “He even fucking smells like you!” he muttered, shifting the dead weight into a more comfortable position. “Later,” he called over his shoulder, loping off back into the forest.

Macey strolled over to join me, looping an arm around my waist. “Now
that
was talkative, for Oliver. He must have really been thrown for a loop. You never did say where everyone was.” She looked around at the still empty courtyard. “Or
are
, for that matter.”

“What I saw of them, the pack are not much more than servants. That’s what they know, how they have been trained to behave. They wouldn’t dare approach us. Hell, they probably don’t know what to do with nobody giving them orders.”

“You, sweetheart, have picked up a bad habit from me.” She trailed a finger down my chest, mischief sparking in her eyes when I shuddered, her fingers coaxing thrills from my skin.

“Bad habit?”

“Cursing. You were a lot more well-spoken when I met you.”

I grabbed her hand, tugging her toward the gate. Oliver was long gone by now; there was no chance of us running into him.

“In a hurry?” she said, laughing as I broke into a jog.

“You fucking better believe I am,” I growled.

When she broke into a peal of laughter, nearly doubled over with the effort, I just scooped her up and carried on running.

I had waited long enough.

Our time was now.

 

 

***

Jason

I ran for about five minutes, heading deep into the forest until the trees completely covered the sky. Without daylight, the wooded area took on a surreal look, dimly lit with sparks of light dancing as the branches swayed in the breeze.

Having lived in the city for so long, perhaps I should have felt overwhelmed by it all—the vastness of nature, the unpredictability—but it was as if something had been unlocked, a part of me reveling in how right this felt.

Here, I felt strong. At ease with myself in a way I had not felt before. I wanted to thump my chest and howl to the sky, scream out my happiness.

I had found myself. I had found my mate—and now I was going to make her mine.

I let Macey slide from my arms, hoping my eyes told her everything she needed to know, because I was past words, past pretty explanations and heartfelt declarations. They could come later.

I sent a quick prayer to the Mother when she pulled off her top, unhooking her bra with fingers that fumbled in their haste.
A prayer to the Mother of All, the one you swore had abandoned you.
I knew now that she’d had a greater plan, that I had been a fool not to trust her.

Ripping open my jeans, I shoved them down, stepping out of them.

Macey slipped out of hers and slid her panties down.

Mine!
My coyote growled in my head, and for once, I was in complete agreement.

Fuck,
my mouth was dry, my tongue probably hanging out. My lips curled in a grin, because, double fuck, she was right about my cursing.

She was all womanly curves and soft skin, her breasts full and round, tipped with peach colored nipples. She had a slight dip at the waist and a full flare to her hips, her stomach curving softly toward a smattering of blonde fuzz nestled between plump thighs.

She was the woman of my dreams, someone I could hold tight and not be afraid of breaking. That I could cup and caress with my oversized hands and not feel like she was going to break.

My cock thickened, twitching to life as most of the blood in my body headed south. Trailing a hand down my stomach, I fisted myself slowly, watching as her eyes snagged on my hand and what it contained, her lips parting in that perfect ‘o’.

“Like what you see?”

She nodded.

I pumped one more time, relishing her quick intake of breath, the small shudder that rippled through her.

“Then
run
,” I growled, forcing myself to stand still. “Let me chase you, then let me claim you.”

Her head jerked up and she locked eyes with me. “Claim each other,” she whispered.

“Always, my love.”

With a flick of her ponytail, she turned and ran.

And dammit, the sight of her round ass jiggling with each step nearly made me come right then and there.

But I could wait. I wanted to be inside her, driving deep into her, where I belonged.

 

 

***

Macey

So this was what it was like to have the thrill of the mating hunt urging me on, the promise of its conclusion coiling in my belly, making my legs weak with hunger.

I needed him, burned for him, and yet still I ran. It was a tradition as old as time, one that got the adrenaline pumping and the blood flowing. Though it was originally thought the mating hunt had been used to select the best mates—the strongest—now it was used as an appetizer to the main course—lifetime commitment with a side order of wild, wanton fucking.

I stumbled on a stray tree root and forced my mind back on track. I wasn’t going to make this
too
easy for him. Where would the fun be in that?

I could hear him thundering behind me, his larger physique thrashing through the forest, feet pounding the ground with a determined stride.

My wolf snapped at the air, tasting his smoky-sweet scent on the wind, driving her—us—into a frenzy of need. I nearly dropped to my knees right then and there, the urge to submit almost overwhelming the need to run.

I darted to the left around a large tree and forced my legs to go faster, leaping over rocks and branches.

A large object barreled into me, sweeping me off my feet and carrying me through the air.

We landed with a thud, arms cradling me safely against a hard body.

“I got tired of waiting,” Jason growled, rolling me under him and mashing his mouth down against mine with an urgency that I understood.

Craved.

His mouth was hot and sweet, his tongue delving deep, tangling with my own in a heated dance of flesh.

Moaning into his mouth, my hips echoed the dance, thrusting and rubbing against the steel length I could feel trapped between us. Demanding that he cooperate, that he take me.

“Are you—?”

“Yes, now,” I hissed, nipping at his neck, his mouth, everywhere I could taste—I wanted to.

Tilting his hips, he adjusted his angle, the head of his cock brushing against my pussy, teasing and tantalizingly close.

Not close enough.

“Jason!” My plea bled into a cry of pleasure as he thrust inside, smooth and deep in one sure stroke.

He froze. “Did I—”

“Don’t you
dare
fucking stop!” I growled, digging my nails into his ass, just in case he got the insane idea to pull back.

“Wouldn’t dream of it, my love. Anything you want…”

Then he proceeded to blow my mind, his hips swiveling and thrusting in an unrelenting rhythm, hurtling me toward the peak at full speed. He filled and stretched me, owning me, until I couldn’t tell where I ended and he began.

Leaning down, he teased an aching nipple with his teeth, tugging and licking until my back bowed, thrusting my breast up for him to feast upon.

He fell on it like a man possessed, sucking it into his mouth and rolling the distended peak with his tongue. Each tug echoed lower, each thrust of his cock mirrored by his mouth.

My hands were still glued to his muscular ass, my hips tilted to meet his on each downward stroke. His scent surrounded me, every gasp I took pulling him deeper inside, flooding my body with
him
.

My true mate.

I searched for the bond, amazed to find it sparking and crackling with energy, the thin pathway pulsing with life.

Ready for completion.

Just like I was. My head snapped back as pleasure rolled through me, tugging me deeper into a world that only contained us. The slap of flesh against flesh, sweat slicking our bodies, the sharp dig of nails as he strained above me.

I slid my hands up, tracing the contours of his back until my fingers brushed against the nape of his neck. “You don’t need to be gentle with me, I won’t break.”

His stroke stuttered as a slow smile spread over his face. “I didn’t realize I had been, but I take direction well, my love.”

It was as if I’d flicked a switch, his pace picking up, each stroke a little harder, driving deeper until it was almost unbearable, the pleasure almost painful in its intensity.

Firm pressure thumbed my clit, the sensitive bead throbbing and aching, needy with want. I hurtled over the edge, ecstasy blinding me as strangled moans poured out of my mouth, my head thrashing, my hips bucking beneath him as he stroked harder, reaching for his own climax.

“I take you, Macey Colstone, to be my true mate. I will run with you, live with you and love you. I swear by the Mother of All,” he groaned, then a firm hand gripped my jaw, holding my head still as sharp teeth pierced just above my collarbone, claiming me.

My eyes flashed open, just in time to see a look of wonder cross his handsome face as his part of the bond completed.

“And I take you, Jason Sunclaw, to be my true mate. I will run with you, live with you and love you—only you. I swear by the Mother of All.” The moment the words were out of my mouth I lunged at his neck, sinking my teeth in. The bond snapped wide open, the circuit complete, power cascading through me.

BOOK: Redeemed: True Mates Book 4 (BBW Wolf Shifter Romance) (A Craggstone Paranormal Romance)
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