Arden's Mate (Armageddon Mates Book 4)

by Hazel Gower

  A deathly pale Grayson came forward. “Do you think they have our women somewhere? Our children? We never looked, we just scattered to different shifter communities so we could continue the fight.”

  Arden patted his buddy on the back. “This may be what has happened. We need to find more demon hideouts. I think we need to take a team with some paranormal help to cover more ground and see if we can find something in the area you found. I understand one of our wolf teams are there now?”

  Grayson didn’t seem with it. He looked to be in a far off place. “I think you’re right. We were one of the first shifters to settle in Australia. My parents were some of the first settlers. We had large numbers, so at first we didn’t notice our dwindling population. It wasn’t until about eighty years ago that we noticed we were down from four digits to the low three digits. We gathered together and thought it best if we spread out, helping the new shifters who’d settled here in Australia. I was too young—not even eighteen—when my parents moved here. I joined the army and haven’t looked back. My parents would know more.”

  Arden looked around him to see worried wolves. Rane came back to the center. “I fear what happened to Grayson’s pack is happening to us. I need suggestions on how we can fight this. I’m going to talk to the larger packs and see if any more of their shifters are willing to move and join Australian packs.”

  The wolves there were in agreement. Sebastian took a step forward. “We need diversity. Who has had the privilege of going out fighting with Grayson?” Some of the wolves nodded. “I have, and I think if we can get different shifters and mix it up we may bring a different element. We each have different strengths. I know we usually stick with the same species, but after seeing Arden and Grayson hunt and fight together I know we would be better off.”

  Some of the wolves were hesitant, but Arden knew what Sebastian said was right. Arden was friends with the pride leader in South Africa, and the panther leader in Brazil. He would discuss it with Kane and their father, but he thought it would be worth asking them if they’d like the chance to move to an Australian pack.

  Arden went over to Grayson who still looked lost in thought. “Grayson, I need you to come with me to my brother’s house and talk to my father. I’m going to tell them what we’ve talked about here, and I want to ask them about calling Marcus in Brazil and Berko in South Africa about giving their people the choice of moving to Australia.”

  “Sure, I’ll come. If you like, I can even call some of the leaders I know.”

  “I may need you to do just that.”

  * * * *

  Little Braydon was so adorable. It was a pity the poor thing looked just like his father. Faith was the happiest Remy had seen her in years. She knew Kane had kept everything that was going on from Faith, and she was so focused on Braydon she was happily not encouraging any visions.

  Bengie was excited to see Remy, and he showed her all his new things. Without Arden there, he dragged her to his room and hugged her, telling her everything he’d been up to. Remy really loved Bengie. He was such a sweet kid.

  Arden found her on the floor in Bengie’s room playing Mario Kart, and Remy was kicking Bengie’s butt. Princess Peach went over the finish line, and Remy stood, doing a victory dance. “Ha, ha, in your face. I rule. Yay me. I’m a winner, and winners are grinners.”

  “She’s not a very gracious winner, is she, Ben?”

  Bengie smiled up at her. “I don’t mind, Uncle Arden. I like watching her dance.”

  “Yeah, I do too.”

  She noticed Arden staring at her boobs as they bounced while she danced about to the winner’s tune.

  “Oh, I know why you do.” She went to him and wrapped her arms around his waist. “Did you talk and sort everything out?”

  “Yeah, I’ll tell you all about it at home. We also need to talk about this.” Arden placed his hand on her stomach.

  “Okay. Let me just say bye to Bengie, Faith, little Braydon, and Sara if she’s still here.”

  He nodded and she said her goodbyes to everyone. Sara wanted her to come visit tomorrow and go shopping with her and the other girls. She said yes, that she’d be around in the morning about ten. Then she and Arden left.

  Chapter 9

  When they arrived home Remy went and sat on the sofa, getting comfortable. Arden followed close behind her. “So what are we talking about first? The fact that apparently you werewolves have super sperm and you’ve knocked me up? Or that we have a traitor in our midst? Maybe that the demons desperately want us women who are pregnant?”

  “Grrr, how about how you know you’re pregnant?”

  “Pet told me. She actually told me a lot more than just that I’m pregnant, she told me what I’m having.”

  Arden held her hands and brought them up and kissed them. “What are we having?”

  Remy melted at his gesture. “A little girl. She will be the biggest daddy’s girl, or so Pet says.”

  Arden chuckled. “Is that so?”

  “Yep, she’ll have you wrapped around her little finger.”

  “Oh, I see, much like her mother does.”

  “Yep.” She inched over to him and straddled his lap.

  Arden groaned as she rubbed herself over him. “What happened to talking?”

  “We can talk. I just want to do it from your lap.”

  “Mmm, I’ll have to tell you everything quickly. I want you so badly.”

  She snuggled into him. “I want you too, but no nookie for you until you tell me what’s going on.”

  “We’re going to be protecting the women more. No woman will go anywhere without at least two or more werewolves with her. If you’re in a group, you’ll have more. We can’t risk you get taken.” He captured her lips and ground himself against her. “I can’t have you taken from me ever again. You’re mine.”

  She ran her fingers through his hair, and her body came alive with his touch. She wanted him, but she needed to know what else was going on. “What else?”

  “I’m going to have some video chats with some shifters I know in different countries that are different species, like lions, panthers, and others. We think variety will help us win. If we have groups of different shifters we all have different strengths, and together I think we will be untouchable. Everyone agrees. They’ve seen what happens when Grayson fights with us. What do you think?”

  Remy wholeheartedly agreed with what he said. She’d seen Grayson and Arden mock fight, and even then they were a lethal team. They were the hottest thing she’d ever seen, all muscle, and one dark the other light. She wiggled on Arden’s lap as an image came forth of him and Grayson fighting, their muscular bodies glistening in the sun as they dodged, kicked, and punched. It was like watching a weird porn movie.

  “Mmm, I think that’s a great idea. You and Grayson fighting is…amazing…hot… tantalizing and lethal, very lethal, especially to women.”

  Arden growled, and in one swift move he stood, stripping off her clothes, and before she could even blink he removed his own. Then he sat back on the sofa and moved her down to straddle his lap again. “You will not think of Grayson like that. Only me. You’re mine.” His voice was hoarse and deep and shot straight to her already aching, eager pussy.

  His hands glided up her legs and he groan as he rested them on her bare arse. Arden took her lips, ravishing her as he squeezed the globes of her arse. She hummed her approval as his hands slid down and his finger explored her pussy.

  He muttered, “Fuck, you’re so wet. You want me bad.”

  She nodded and closed her eyes as two thick fingers entered her and pumped in and out. “That’s it. It need you.”

  His fingers disappeared, and she let out a hiss of disappointment. “What do you want? I want to hear you tell me. Do you want my fingers back or do you want me to stick my cock deep inside your core?”

  She answered by reaching down and holding his cock to her pussy entrance, then slowly sliding down his hard erection.

  “You’re so
tight. You feel so fucking good,” he moaned out before he plastered his mouth back to hers, holding her close as their tongues moved to the rhythm their bodies kept.

  She moved her hands as she engulfed him and wrapped them around his back as she rode his dick. Her nails raked down his back as he slammed up to meet her downward motion.

  Arden pulled away from her lips, his forehead resting against hers. “You are so hot. Ride me hard.”

  Arden lay back against the sofa and watched her, his eyes hooded with passion and need as he focused on her bouncing tits. His hands left her hips and he cupped her breasts before he tweaked each one, sending shots of pleasure through her. His thumb ran over her now hard nipples as he squeezed them before leisurely moving a hand down her body to play with her clit. He licked his lips and she homed in on his action.

  “Suck them.”

  He grinned and came back up enough to bring the tip of one pebbled nipple into his warm, wet mouth. Remy moaned as rockets of ecstasy shot straight to her pussy. Arden swapped, doing the same to the other.

  “Oh my God. That’s it.” Her breasts were so sensitive, and she knew she was going to come hard.

  Releasing her nipple, he licked around her areola before he took the whole nipple into his mouth and sucked. Her pussy clenched, and when he followed through with the other breast, but this time nibbled on it as he pulled out, she let go.

  “Your pussy is so fucking tight it doesn’t want to let me go. It knows who you belong to. You’re mine. Squeeze my dick with your tight pussy. Let me fill you up,” he said, his dirty words helping her shatter into a million pieces.

  She ground herself against him and screamed in bliss as the base of his cock swelled, locking them together. Arden yelled his release and she fell onto his chest, filled with satisfaction. “I love it when you talk dirty to me,” she mumbled against his chest.

  “I love it when you ride me.”

  “Me too, babe. Me too.”

  * * * *

  It had only been a couple of days and the men watching them and following them when they left to go out somewhere was driving Remy nuts. She knew the other women were going crazy too.

  Remy knew the men were worried, and at the moment she was coping with having Arden as a constant shadow better than she thought she would. It helped that Sara had asked her to be a bridesmaid and they were all busy getting ready for Sara’s wedding tomorrow afternoon. They had gone and bought off-the-rack bridesmaids dresses, thanks to the originals being burnt in the fire. Everyone had rallied together to make Sara’s dress so it fit perfectly and it was exactly what she wanted, and deserved. It was now bigger and better than before. The sparkles had been ordered in and express shipped along with the diamante crystals and lace. Sara had looked like a princess from a fairytale when she’d tried it on last night.

  The bachelorette party had been canceled because of the demons. Sara was spending the night at Faith’s house. They were having an early night. Remy believed them as Sara said she didn’t want tired, puffy eyes on her wedding day.

  Remy was a night owl and Sara knew it. She’d told her to come at eleven and not a minute later. So Remy felt it was okay to agree to work. The men had been working so hard to rid the world of demons they spent their nights off at the bar. Work was one of the only places Remy was allowed to go without Arden and a werewolf entourage.

  Arden was busy tonight talking to overseas alphas. A surprising amount of shifters were willing to move to Australia and start a new life. Arden was sorting out everything with immigration. He had several people on the inside there, and Rane did too, so together they were doing the impossible and getting over thirty shifters residency in Australia and sorting out the visa and passport mess.

  Ava had immersed herself in making sure all the new shifters would have houses. Not all the shifters were coming to this part of Australia, only a little under twenty were moving to join this clan. They had voted to now call it a clan as all the shifters wouldn’t be wolves anymore. Remy wasn’t a fan of ‘clan’, she thought it sounded like a cult.

  The bar wasn’t as busy tonight. Grayson wasn’t out hunting. He was standing next to her, annoying the shit out of her. He loved to rile her up.

  “Now that we’re going to have other shifters moving to town do I have to worry that you’ll find another pussy to love?”

  Remy rolled her eyes as the word pussy come out as a sultry hiss. “I don’t know, tomcat. I really like the pussy I have.”

  The men around her laughed. Grayson shook his head. “Rem, you need to quit teasing me. You’re going to get me in trouble with Arden.”

  “I can see how worried you are about that—you’re quaking in your boots.”

  “Oh, I am. Wanna came and steady me?” Grayson dramatically shook himself and pretended to look scared.

  Picking up a cloth, she chucked it at him and he dodged it, laughing. “In your dreams, tomcat.”

  He covered his heart with his hands and bat his eyelashes. “Oh, you’re there.” He winked. “You’re wearing this maid outfit and scrubbing my—”

  Going to him, she climbed up the bar step and covered his mouth, laughing when he tickled her. Suddenly, Grayson stopped and turned, his stance instantly becoming protective. Remy glanced around his body that was blocking her view. She choked on a gasp at who stood at the bar looking at her...Steve.

  Pushing Grayson away, she looked around and noticed all the wolves were on edge. Idiots. There were at least twenty of them and only one human. Remy knew who the odds were stacked against.

  “Steve, what are you doing here?” Remy moved around the bar and came to him. Without even thinking about it, she hugged him. Hesitantly, his arms wrapped around her. “How did you find me?” She pulled away to look at him.

  He cleared his throat. “I…um, looked into you. I’ve been worried about you, so I took a holiday from work to come and check on you.”

  “Aww, that’s so sweet. Thanks. I’m fine. Happy I’m home.”

  Grayson joined her, standing by her side. “Rem, you going to introduce me?”

  “No. Go work.” She really didn’t want Grayson talking to Steve. She needed to get him out of there.

  “Hey, that’s no way to talk to your boss.” Grayson pouted, and she resisted the urge to roll her eyes.

  “So fire me.” Remy knew he wouldn’t. She knew when she worked Grayson’s business did better. A lot of customers come in to see what she and Grayson would fight about or to watch Arden when he came in, even though he was banned.

  “I can’t fire the one person who appreciates a good looking pussy.”

  Steve choked and Grayson whacked him on the back hard.

  “Cat. Pussy cat,” she groaned.

  Grayson shrugged, and an innocent look came into his eyes.

  “Go away, Grayson.”

  “Not until you introduce me.”

  “Fine. Grayson, Steve. Steve, Grayson. Now go away. I’m taking a break.”

  Grayson’s green eyes darkened for a moment before he pointed to the corner near his office. “Take your break there. Don’t even think about leaving.”

  “Oh, I wouldn’t dream of it.” Remy grabbed Steve and dragged him to the back corner. She slid into the booth. “So how have you been?”

  “Good, but I can’t get what happened that night out of my mind. You were amazing.” He reached across the table, and she wasn’t quick enough to move before he brushed her hair out of her face, his hand lingering. “You’re more beautiful than I remember. I can’t get—”

  Steve never finished, a steaming mad Arden grabbed him and threw him across the room.

  Shit, she should have seen this coming. Someone, probably Grayson, had called Arden. Easing out of the seat, she shot Grayson a death stare as she rushed to grab Arden as he lifted up a struggling Steve. “Stop. Arden, don’t hurt him. Stop this now.”

  Arden snarled and lifted a twitching Steve.

  Remy yelled, “Grayson, help me now before he kills him.”
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  The wanker leaned against the bar with a smirk on his face. “I don’t know, from what I heard I think the guy needs killing.”

  “Grayson, if you don’t come over and help me now, I swear I will skin you alive and make some pretty leopard print shoes. Steve is just a friend.”

  Grayson shrugged and lazily stretched before slowly walking toward her.

  In the time she’d argued with Grayson Arden had punched Steve and threw him again. Steve couldn’t even get in a word to say anything.

  Remy ran to Arden again, grabbing him. “So help me God, stop it now, Arden, or I swear to you I will sleep somewhere else.”

  That gave him pause enough for Grayson to hold him. “Arden, I think we should find out more info before we kill him.”

  Remy knelt down beside a battered Steve. “Oh, Steve, I’m so sorry. She helped him up and to a sofa seat against the wall.

  Arden snarled and lunged against Grayson.

  “Someone get me some ice,” she yelled.

  “I’m kinda busy here,” Grayson drawled.

  “I wasn’t talking about you, idiot. There is like twenty or so men standing watching right now.”

  A couple of minutes later a guy placed a bucket of ice and some cloths beside her. “Thank you.” She used the cloth to clean Steve’s cut lip. “I’m so sorry. Here you come to check to make sure I’m okay, and now you’re getting beaten up.”

  “Are you sure you’re fine? He doesn’t hurt you, does he? I can get you out of here and someplace safe if he does,” Steve whispered.

  Remy knew all the shifters could still hear his whisper. Arden growled.

  “That’s sweet, but Arden would never hurt me. Drive me crazy insane, yes, but hurt me, no. Arden is like those guys who helped that night.”

  “Do you go out with them fighting those creatures? You were amazing climbing up its back.”