Every pair of eyes in the grove were fixed on Ransom. The wolves' were narrowed in envy. Apparently, they couldn't tame their witches.
Her mate. He didn't want to wait.
"Can someone get my spare set of clothes from the car? And we need a sharp knife."
Eileen's eyes darted between the couple. "Brianna, is this what you want?"
"Yes." She turned and looked up at Ransom. "It is."
Later that evening, as the sun was setting, the sisters and their wolves gathered in the clearing around Ransom and waited for Brianna. Grace had lit a small fire in the grove and scattered candles around the edge of the clearing. Ransom stood next to the fire, eyes scanning the woods for movement. He sniffed the air and caught her scent rolling between the trees.
She stepped into the firelight, and his heart stopped as he took her in. She wore a soft, white lace dress that gave the illusion she wore nothing else underneath it. Her cheeks and lips were flushed, and she glowed as shadows danced around her.
His mate.
She stood before him, blinking rapidly.
"There's…" He cleared his throat. Shit, was he actually nervous? "There's not much to mating, just blood sharing, but you need to know." He picked up her hand and drew the knife against her palm. "I will always love you. I will always protect you." He made an identical cut on his hand and hissed as the blade stung his skin. "And I will always put you first." He pressed their wounds together.
"I will always love you. I will always put you first. And I will always serve you." A sly smile spread across her face, and Ransom's whole body tightened. This fucking girl was always playing games.
And now she was his. Forever. And forever started right now.
The gathered crowd dropped away as he stared at his mate. Firelight glowed against her delicate lips and soft curls. He gripped her hand, pulled her toward him, threw her over his shoulder, and strode toward her house. His feet pounded against the earth as he made his way through the dense trees to the yard. She laughed as she bounced against his back. He burst through the back door. "Where's your room?"
She was giggling so hard she couldn't answer him. He slapped her ass. "Girl, where is your bedroom." His voice was low and thick. This was where he was comfortable.
"Through the dining room. Up the stairs. The second one on the left." She has stopped laughing and hung limply over his shoulder. Her comfort zone too.
He set her down on a chest at the foot of her bed. "Why are you wearing white? You're not a virgin."
"No, I'm not."
"Take it off." He leaned against the windowsill as she unzipped the back of her dress and slid it down her body. She wasn't wearing any panties or a bra. "You're mine now. Wear underwear." His cock strained against his pants, and he stroked it over his jeans, watching Brianna step out of her dress.
"You'll have to buy them for me. I don't own many."
His cocked ached at the idea of her in only clothes he'd chosen. Ransom rubbed the head of his dick. "Get on your hands and knees." She moved toward the bed and started to bend over. "Turn around. I want to see your cunt." Brianna climbed onto the bed, her back to him, and bent over. He undid his belt and pulled out his cock, running his hand over its length. She had the softest pink asshole. He would destroy that one day. It was his and probably the only place no other man had been.
"Are you wet?" he asked.
She tipped forward and reached a hand between her legs and slid a finger into her slit.
"Yes. Can I stay here, please?" She continued to slip her finger between her lips.
His fist slapped against his skin as he stroked faster and faster. "Good girls don't touch themselves."
"You seem to like it." Her hips rocked against her hand. She was fucking wet. Her arousal ran down her fingers.
Like lightning, he reached out and spanked her. "Don't talk back to me!"
Brianna cried out and jerked away from him. "Are you sure? Because I think you've been looking for an excuse to punish me." She looked over her shoulder, and her eyes sparkled mischievously. Fuck, she was stunning. But that mouth needed to be taught a lesson.
Ransom stalked around the bed and pulled her toward the edge. "Girl, someone needs to put you in your place."
"Not a girl," she whispered, looking up at him eagerly, knowing what was coming. He grabbed her hair and thrust his dick into her mouth. She moaned and circled her tongue around the tip. Ransom closed his eyes and tightened his grip on her hair, holding her still as he fucked her mouth. Brianna hummed around his dick, and when he stopped moving, she took over sliding her lips along his shaft and over the ridge of his head. "Stop," he said roughly. His balls tightened as she sped up her rhythm, bringing him closer to coming.
"I said stop, girl!" She did not get to fucking decide when he came. Ransom pushed her shoulders away from him, and Brianna knelt on the bed. She wouldn’t meet his eyes, but a smile curved along the edge of her mouth.
He grabbed one of her ankles and pulled her legs in front of her, throwing her off balance. She giggled as her head hit the bed and Ransom dragged her to the edge. He grabbed her hipbones, and he thrust his cock into her. She arched away from him, crying out in pain. "Maybe you are a good girl. Was that too much for your tight, little cunt?"
Brianna shook her head. "No. Please. More."
If she couldn't even form sentences now, she wouldn't be able to speak when he was done with her. He slammed into her again. "Good girls don't suck cock, do they?"
She shook her head. "No."
He slid out again only to drive back into her harder. He moved a thumb to her clit. "Do good girls like this?" He continued to rock against her as she gripped the bedsheets.
"No, they don't." She writhed underneath him.
"Do you like it?" He rubbed her clit harder. He was fucking ready. How fast could he get her there?
"Yes."
Ransom thrust into her harder and faster, and she cried out each time he buried his entire cock inside of her.
"Maybe if you're a good girl, I'll fuck you like one someday." His heart was racing. "Have you come without me?" Ransom growled.
Her body tensed and her cunt was so fucking wet. She shook her head, her grasp tightening around the sheets. His thumb drew circles around her clit as he slipped just the head of his dick into her pussy. She stilled, up against the very edge of her orgasm.
"Come for me. Now," he growled, and she arched her back as her cunt tightened around his cock. He groaned, fucking her through her orgasm, until he came and filled his mate with his seed.
CHAPTER NINE
BRIANNA
Brianna traced her fingers along the ridges of Ransom's abs. She hadn't taken the time to appreciate his body in the whirlwind of the past few days. And it was hers. She drew a finger down the V to his pelvis and back up the other side, amazed that she had found a mate that seemed to be made for her. And a few days ago, she had no idea that Ransom was everything she needed.
They were in her bed, bathed in moonlight, silently exploring each other's bodies. "Ransom, do you have a real home?"
"The safe house is a real house."
"It's a house, not a home. I want to live here. Raise our family here." She lifted her head from his chest, trying to judge his reaction.
He shook his head. "I'm not living in a house with your sisters."
"We talked while they were getting me dressed. Eileen has already moved most of her things to the apartment above The Winchester. Malcolm has bought Cara everything she could ever need, but she can move out her stuff whenever we want her to. And Grace said she’ll never leave the Wildwood pack. She doesn't have much room to bring things there, but she’ll help us settle in this house. So it would just be us. Our family. They’ll probably come home for rituals but that's like any good family—you can't quite get rid of them entirely." She smiled, thinking about the perfect future she and her sisters had ahead of them.
"Rituals? What if your powers are bound?"
"I still f
eel the goddess inside of me. I don't think the goddess would punish us for saving our family and our town. Cara's most definitely are. She was inside the circle. But I'm sure she did that on purpose." She paused, trying to read his stoic expression. "So what do you think?"
"This is a great home for our family." Ransom placed a hand on Brianna's stomach as if he knew they were on their way to starting one. He may be right, but Brianna wanted to hedge their bets, so she slid a hand down his stomach toward his cock.
He grabbed her hand. "Why do you refuse to be a good girl?" He rolled on top of her and pressed her hands into the mattress.
"Because you don't want one.”
THE END
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