When she was naked, he’d placed her in bed, and as he walked away to do some work she moaned. “No, don’t leave. You’re so warm.”
Rane had chuckled and forgotten about the work that needed to be done. He got naked and hopped into bed, and she had snuggled into him, muttering, “Mmm, smells so good, so soft and warm.”
She hadn’t made another noise after that, falling straight back to sleep. Looking at her now, she was gorgeous, her bright, fire engine red hair was everywhere, and he brushed a curly lock off her face. Her cheeks were a healthy pink, and her lips were slightly parted. His eyes drifted down. The sheet had fallen to her waist, and her breasts were pressed against his chest, the pink nipples pointed as the morning air hit them.
Kirby sighed in her sleep, snuggling into him more. He smiled, because he felt so happy and content—the best he had ever felt. He loved waking up with his little red on him. It was his idea of bliss. Rane knew he was lucky to have found her. She was strong, stubborn, and brave. One of the things he loved most about her was she was always thinking of others. Kirby was never afraid of him. She always stood up to him and didn’t let anyone walk all over her. All the women he knew, bar his sisters and mother, never questioned him or would be game enough to say no and argue with him, they would never even dare walk away from him. Kirby was perfect for him. Rane couldn’t have imagined someone like this for himself.
He smiled as Kirby rubbed her body all over him, moaning as she trailed her fingers up and down his chest. She leaned in and started kissing his chest.
“Please tell me the crews that are working on the house aren’t going to start at six-thirty again. I need the hot water and power. I want to sleep in until at least nine o’clock.” Kirby groaned out against his chest.
Chuckling, he moved his hands down her body, lifting her so she could give him a morning kiss. “Morning, little red.”
Kirby moaned into his mouth as his tongue met hers. She lifted her hands and ran her fingers through his hair. He laughed as she mumbled against his lips, “God, I love waking up to a hot, naked, turned on man.”
Rane moved her over the object she moaned about. She turned bright red and groaned.
“Please tell me I said that in my head and not out loud.”
He laughed again and pressed his rock hard cock against her. He breathed in her scent. The apple and cinnamon was stronger than it had been since he’d met her. It was filling his head and blocking all his other senses. Rane’s wolf was prowling in his head.
Kirby rubbed herself all over him moaning, groaning. She didn’t seem to be able to get enough of him. She licked, sucked, and raked her nails down his body. Her smell intensified, and he could feel her wetness against his body.
His penis was the hardest it had ever been in his life. Kirby moved her hands down, rubbing his dick with her smooth, soft hands, which were barely able to close around it. He couldn’t take any more, and he finally snapped.
Pulling her mouth back up to his, she growled, pushing him back against the bed with the strength only a full-blooded shifter should have. He howled, grabbed her waist, and placed her over his dick. She fought, fighting for control and dominance.
Growling, his little red shoved his hands off her waist, positioned her pussy over his cock, and slowly moved down until his cock filled her completely. She screamed with a look of ecstasy as she raked her nails down his chest.
Her scent kept getting stronger, assaulting his every breath. Her pussy muscles clamped tightly around his dick. He was sweating, telling himself not to come like a teenage boy with his first woman.
In the very back of his mind, he remembered one of the elders and his parents telling him the signs of a woman in mating heat. Fuck! His little red was in heat. Shit! He knew he had to say something, because if they continued, she would end up pregnant. He needed to stop now or use something to prevent it.
It wasn’t that he didn’t want Kirby to be pregnant, he just didn’t want to be like his brother Kane and take her choices away…ever.
Blocking the heavenly smell as best he could, he growled out through clenched teeth. “Kirby, you need to stop and listen to me.”
She froze as soon as he said her name. “You never call me by my name.”
He chuckled. His mate was in heat, and the only thing that stopped her was him using her given name. “You need to listen to me, Kirby, you are in heat.”
She growled back. “I know. You make me so hot.”
“Kirby, focus. No, I mean in heat like an animal. Like a female werewolf. If we make love today, or while you’re in heat, without protection of some sort, you will get pregnant.”