Her Dragon To Slay(21)

As their bond grew stronger the territorial feelings would diminish but would never completely disappear, even after they were officially mated. He calmed at the thought of Kyndel wearing his mark for all to see. He would have to control the intense feelings of jealousy driving him to lash out when any other man even glanced in her direction. The little he knew of his mate assured him she would not appreciate his brand of protectiveness, at all. He would always be overprotective of her and have the need to be near her whenever possible even after they were mated. Her safety, needs, wants and desires would always be the most important things to him. She was the center of his universe and he would protect her at all cost.

Rayne took a few deep breaths to get his emotions under control then told his friends about his mate. He could not hide nor did he want to, the depth of emotion in his voice as he shared her name and told them that she was the most beautiful, perfect creature ever created by the Universe. He told them with pride, how she had not backed down when he refused to go the human hospital and chuckled as he relayed how long it had taken him to convince her to let him come to her home to fall into his healing sleep. They laughed long and hard when he relayed how she had threatened to kill him if he died while he rested. Their envy was evident when he told them how she’d cared for him while he slept and understood it only came from their desire to also find their mate. He heard the smiles in their voices and felt their happiness for their future together.

His brethren’s happiness further fed his until he had to shut down all visual images of Kyndel for fear that he wouldn’t be able to control his mind from remembering how absolutely perfect she was from head to toe. He didn’t want his friends to catch the thoughts of her creamy thighs or her perfect pert breasts that he knew would more than fill his hands as he massaged and caressed them. Nope, there was no way he wanted them to see that and there was no way he could keep the visuals from streaking across his mind. He could think of nothing else but how he wanted her naked body laid out in front of him like a feast for his eyes, hands and mouth. His mind immediately wondered to her nipples, that he knew without a doubt, were rosy and would darken as he worked them with his hands and mouth. He inhaled deeply as he imagined the beautiful blush that would cover every inch of her delectable peaches and cream skin the more excited she became. He realized he’d gotten lost in his thoughts and forced himself to pay attention to his brethren. They were both laughing, forcing him to smile despite himself. They knew he’d missed almost everything they’d said and were well aware that he was day dreaming about his lovely mate. He chuckled right along with them. There was no use fighting it, he was already falling for his Kyndel.

“You are a goner, dude,” Lance said still chuckling. “Have you explained about us to your beautiful bride?”

“No, but that is the next order of business.” And he cut their connection.

Satisfied that his brethren had the situation well in hand, Rayne decided it was time to see about his beautiful mate. He climbed off her bed and stretched, surprised at the lack of soreness in his muscles. Whatever Kyndel had rubbed on his back had reduced the stiffness that usually came from accelerated healing. He spotted the drinks she must have left on the bedside table while tending to his wounds and even though they were watered down from the ice melting, he drank both straight down. At least that took the feel of a mouth full of cotton away.

He looked around her room, noticing she’d placed a tee shirt and sweat pants on the dresser. He knew from the size of the stack of clothing they were much too large for her. It stood to reason they were men’s clothing. Again his jealousy reared its ugly head. He couldn’t help but wonder where his lovely Kyndel had gotten men’s clothing in the middle of the night. As he picked them up, he inhaled only her scent on the clothing. No one else, aside from his mate, had worn or touched the clothes since they were washed and that had been quite some time ago. His jealousy grew, such an unfamiliar feeling for him, as he came to the conclusion that they were from a previous lover. He immediately inhaled deeply, scenting her home. He relaxed a fraction when all he found was her intoxicating fragrance and that of another female. No other male had been there for quite a long time. Still he couldn’t shake the sudden urge to see his mate and hold her in his arms.

Rayne threw the clothes on the bed and marched out the door. When he rounded the corner to the family room he saw her there, curled up on the couch, her back facing him with her feminine behind pushed out towards him. He did not even try to deny the force that pulled him. If she wasn’t obviously asleep, he would have sworn she had grabbed his hand and tugged him towards her.