Destiny, really? Who believes in that crap anymore? Was it destiny that made her trust those dicks and supposed friends at her first ever frat party? They’d put something in her beer that night, she knew they had even though she was never able to prove it. She had been drinking beer with Granny and the boys since she was twelve years old. She could hold her alcohol better than most men twice her size but not that night. She hadn’t even gotten all the way through her first red solo cup when her world had gone fuzzy. She’d had to use the wall to hold herself up. The next thing she knew it was morning, she was waking up in a lawn chair in the front yard of the frat house and pictures of her in her underwear were posted on the fraternity/sorority social page.
Kyndel had handled it like she handled everything her whole life. She picked herself up by her boot straps, held her head high and acted like nothing had ever happened. Well, maybe she reacted a little when that asshole, Chip Lowery, walked right up to her in the cafeteria and asked in the loudest voice possible if he could get a private viewing without her lingerie collection. In retrospect, she supposed ramming her foot into his crotch as hard as she could was at least a little reaction and it probably didn’t help that she had her Doc Marten combat boots on that day. She had heard he spent the next couple of weeks in bed with ice packs. But hey! No one mentioned it again and with the help of Corey, a Computer Science major, the pictures disappeared off that damn website and were never seen again. So what if she had to endure a month of Corey following her around like a puppy, eventually she introduced him to her friend Abbey and they lived happily ever after, at least the last time she talked to them it was complete wedded bliss.
For whatever reason she felt safe with Rayne, like he would never do anything to hurt her. ‘Catty Kyndel’ kept assuring her that everything he was saying was the truth, no matter how farfetched it sounded. She could not shake the feeling of complete confidence that he would move heaven and earth to keep her safe. She had tried everything she knew to doubt him and all the feelings he stirred in her. That little box, hidden deep inside, where all her fears and anger were locked up tight had been opened wide. She thought those feelings would drive the out of control emotions Rayne stirred in her from her system but just when those scary feelings would begin to surface, a wave of comfort and security would roll across her. It was like Rayne knew she needed comfort and was giving it to her.
She watched him closely. He gave no indication that he was even paying attention to her while he was getting dressed in the clothes they had scrounged from the bag at the bottom of the office/craft room closet. She thought they had been left by the last douche bag she’d let sleep over. The pants were a little short and the shirt was stretched to its limit over that awesome chest of his but the boots fit, sort of.
Rayne had questioned her, well, more like interrogated her, at length about this other male, as he called him. He seemed pacified when she couldn’t even remember the guy’s name but still insisted they were burning the ‘offending’ garments as soon as he had his own clothes. She couldn’t stop the giggle that snuck out. He’d rushed her with a fierce look on his face, lifted her until she had no alternative but to wrap her legs around his waist then proceeded to plunder her mouth, leaving her breathless and more than a little disoriented. While she was still coming back to earth, he set her back on her feet, steadied her and rubbed her shoulders then proceeded to help her finish getting dressed. She couldn’t mistake the heat in his eyes. The promise of more of those mind numbing orgasms made her a little light-headed and dammit, she just didn’t have it in her to feel bad about her anticipation.
Now they were walking down the sidewalk, headed to meet his friends and she realized she didn’t even know his last name. She truly had lost all her marbles, there was no other explanation. “What’s your last name?” She blurted out before something else unforeseen happened.
Rayne stopped walking and looked down at her. “MacLendon, evgren. Why? Wondering how it will sound as your last name?” He gave her his panty wetting grin and winked.
“WHAT? NO!” she sputtered and stammered, “I just wondered. I have, after all, trusted you with my wellbeing and have so far bought into all your tall tales, at least for the time being. I thought I should know your last name.”
She could have kicked him in the shin as he stifled a laugh at her outrage. “You’re absolutely right, mo ghra’. I’m sorry I didn’t tell you sooner. Our meeting has been a bit unconventional, to say the least. As soon as the threat of the hunters is taken care of and we are safe with the clan, we’ll have all the time we need to learn about each other.’ He once again turned that damn smile on her, “I want to know everything about you and want to share everything that I am with you.”