Kane's Mate (Armageddon Mates) (2 page)

Frustrated, Kane raked his hand through his hair. “Why? You’re close to everyone in my family, all of them heard from you while you were overseas. My parents already treated you like a daughter. God, you used to be my constant shadow when I was home. When you were little I helped you control your gifts. What happened? You just started avoiding me, stopped talking to me. You wouldn’t even be in the house when I was there.” He shook his head. “That’s why my wolf doesn’t talk to me anymore, because over four years ago you stopped talking to me. I wondered why, when any information came up about you my wolf would perk up. I should have known, but you’re so young. There’s a fourteen year age difference between us. I guess that’s why I never guessed.”

A few minutes later, they arrived at his house. Parking his car in the driveway, Kane grabbed a stunned, opened-mouth Faith—which he felt pretty good about, as it was hard to get anything by her—and carried her inside.

He placed Faith on his bed and stared at her. She was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen. His wet dream had come to life. Faith was still short, it didn’t look like she’d grown any since he last saw her, still just barely over five feet. Her brown-red hair was a little bit longer now, waist-length, and at that moment it was everywhere. He brushed some of the wild hair out of her warm, chocolate brown eyes. They were slightly tilted, giving her an exotic look, and they were currently glaring at him, flashing with anger. Faith had satin smooth, olive brown skin, a dainty little nose, a full bottom lip, and a slender neck. Her breasts were easily more than two handfuls—they were huge, round globes, about a large D cup he guessed. His gaze continued down to her flat tummy, and he frowned when he saw the blue belly ring that could just be seen as her dress was now pushed up to just above it. When did she get that? Pushing the thought aside for the moment, he continued his perusal, moving his gaze down her thick, toned thighs, perfect for holding on, and to her black stilettos.

Wow!
Faith had really grown up and then some. Crap, no wonder she used to come home from school upset because the girls would pick on her, calling her Barbie and other things, they were jealous. He now knew why the boys wouldn’t leave her alone. Faith was smoking hot. Kane shook his head, snapping out of his musing. She was all his now, no more excuses, no more stalling.

* * * *

Faith stared at Kane. God, it sucked. He just got better with age. He was tall—easily six and a half feet—with a dark complexion, thick curly dirty blond hair, and bright ocean blue eyes that captured and saw everything anytime she looked his way. She had avoided those eyes for four years, but right now they stared at her with frightening depth. His high cheekbones completed his perfect face. He even had a straight nose, which thanks to werewolf healing had remained straight despite being broken several times. Lucky werewolves and their advanced healing abilities. His nose did have a slight point, but with his full, lush lips it just made him look better if that was possible. Argh, so unfair. She hated werewolf genes.

How was she going to get over him? Especially when he looked better than any Greek god anyone could ever imagine.

She told herself not to look down, but a quick peek wouldn’t hurt, right? Glancing at the end of the bed, she bit the inside of her cheek so she wouldn’t sigh at the muscles straining beneath his shirt. Oh God, just as she’d imagined…a six-pack. He was huge but still seemed all in proportion. She told herself not to look any further down, but her eyes wouldn’t listen to her. Holy shit, there was a baseball bat in his pants. She gasped and looked up into his beautiful blue eyes.

“Why?” Kane said.

“Why? What?” Faith replied. What was the question again? Arghhh, he was distracting her. She needed to get out of there before she did something stupid, or said something stupid. Kane always made her feel like a love-sick idiot.

Taking a deep breath, Faith used her most authoritative voice, the voice she used when children were not listening and she needed their attention. “Dr. Wolfen, I will say it again, take me home, or I will walk home.” Faith knew she should say more, she had so much to say, but every time she spoke nothing she wanted to say came out. It pissed her off. “You have no right to take me!”

He laughed at her—he frigging laughed. “Oh, Faith, yes I do.”

He started removing his clothes, ripping off his shirt and pants, revealing his lovely tanned skin, his rippling muscles, and every nook and cranny of his sculptured body. He stood in front of Faith in all his naked glory. He looked even better than she’d imagined he would look without his clothes. She gulped and sat on her hands, because she had a sudden urge to trace every one of his tattoos, and he had quite a few—her favorite were the two flowers that led to a long, thick penis that looked painfully hard. She licked her lips.

Kane shifted to his wolf form. Light shone from him as he seemed to shrink, grow long hair, and filled out into a massive dirty blond wolf.

She muttered under her breath, knowing he would hear it. “How I hate you. You’re gorgeous even in your wolf form.”

Kane licked her face as he proceeded to rub his fur covered body against her until she gave in, petting and hugging him. After about fifteen minutes of this Kane turned back into a man, a very naked man in Faith’s arms.

Faith screeched. “Dr. Wolfen, get off me now.”

“What’s the difference? It’s still me, princess.”

Faith smiled at him. “I like you better as a wolf.”

Kane stared at her, and she watched his jaw as he ground his teeth and ran his hand over his face. Faith could tell he was getting frustrated because he wasn’t getting anywhere with her. “Why?”

“Why do I like you better as a wolf?”

“No, why have you avoided me for the last four years? You stopped talking to me, and any time I did manage to get a glimpse of you, you glared at me with distrustful eyes.”

Faith stared at Kane, trying to figure out how to reply. She couldn’t tell him that it was because of the incident that had occurred when she was sixteen. He’d come home for the weekend and she’d caught him having sex with one of his girlfriends. Later, said girlfriend had found Faith sitting on her swing in her special place in the woods and proceeded to tell her that she would never have Kane, that she had a silly crush, and she never had a chance of becoming anything to him, because he was an alpha wolf next in line and she was only human.

Faith had been heartbroken, because she knew Kane had seen and heard her when she’d walked in on them. She was also sure he’d seen her further humiliation when the girl had ridiculed her. Faith was aware Kane knew about her crush, but he said nothing, did nothing. He didn’t even check to see if she was okay. Her heart was broken, and she was angry. She’d expected better from him. Maybe she had overreacted, but she was only sixteen. He was the man she loved, and she’d hoped that someday he would see her as more than just an annoying kid. She knew that he sensed she was supposed to be something special to him, even if he didn’t want to acknowledge it. She didn’t seem to be able to get over her anger even though it was years later. It still hurt.

Faith knew she was being childish, but no, she wasn’t going to answer him. She couldn’t do this again. She was getting over him, she was over him, she had decided. She had even decided she was going to take her friend Brad up on his offer and marry him and have a normal life. She had it all figured out.

Faith looked up into his eyes. “No, no way, Kane. You are not going to do this to me. I have finally got my confidence and my life back on track. I don’t love you anymore, I can’t. I’m going to marry someone else. Brad’s coming to Australia, and when he asks me to marry him, I’m going to act surprised, and I’m going to say yes. I’m going to move to England and have a nice
normal
life! I, Faith York, do not love you anymore. I’m no longer a silly sixteen-year-old who adores you, so you, Dr. Wolfen, are going to take me home now.”

Shit!
Okay, that was so the wrong thing to say. She could see in Kane’s eyes the wolf had taken over. He ripped Faith’s clothes off and bit her shoulder, marking her as his mate.

* * * *

Kane had never been so frustrated in his life. He was the calm one in the family, the cool, collected doctor. His wolf was jealous and angry, repeating in his head that she’d been sixteen years old back then, too young to claim.
I waited patiently. She was too young then, but now she’s grown. She is mine, she is ours. Deep down you knew it too.

He had known that she was special, but he hadn’t wanted to think about it because she had been so young, and she was still young.

Kane sighed. He hadn’t meant to claim her like that. He knew he had to apologize for mate marking her the way he did. Kane looked up into her face, and he really was going to apologize, but as he lifted his head the beautiful look of astonishment on her face and the bright chocolate brown eyes that held warmth that he hadn’t seen in years captured him. Kane couldn’t resist. He placed his mouth on hers, chocolate and vanilla assaulting his taste buds as he kissed out four years of frustration, anger, confusion, and love.

At first she didn’t react, but a second or two later her soft lips responded to his and her small hands started moving up his chest then around his neck. Kane gave a mental sigh of relief. He moved his hands down to explore her body, cupping her full breasts, caressing and massaging them until Faith let out a groan against his lips. He trailed one hand slowly down her tight stomach, to the heavenly juncture between her legs.

Faith moaned his name and ran her hands down his back, scratching and rubbing. Kane left her mouth, kissing his way down her neck while his hand made slow circles around her clit. She whimpered in response. When he reached the mating mark, he licked it and kissed it before moving further down her body, licking, sucking, and nipping. She tasted so good. Reaching her breasts, he sucked one nipple into his mouth while massaging the other and giving it a light pinch, then he swapped.

“Ohhhh, ahhhh, Kane. Oh, Kane.”

He was in heaven, and she was calling him Kane not Dr. Wolfen. He moved his face down to that heavenly place between her thighs. When he glanced up at her, he nearly came undone at what he saw—her eyes were hooded with desire, her hair was wild everywhere, her back arched up with nipples pointed.

Faith opened her eyes a bit more, and her voice was breathless as she asked, “What’s wrong?”

He looked at the goddess laid out in front of him, smiled up at her, and replied, “Not a thing. You are perfect,” and he dived in, feasting on her pussy.

* * * *

Faith couldn’t believe what was happening. She was naked and Kane had mate marked her, but she didn’t care because she was lost in a sexual haze of things she’d never dared imagine, but had only dreamed of. Kane, the man she had been in love with for as long as she could remember, had mate marked her, the mere human, Faith York.

Kane’s mouth was heaven and hell all at once. Faith could feel his sharp fangs nip every now and then and when he did it felt so good that she moaned his name. “Kaaaannnnee!”

Kane stopped his gentle strokes of her clit and put a thick, long finger in her pussy. That felt exquisite, especially when he sucked on her clit. He added another thick finger. “Come for me, princess. I want to see you come, I want to taste you and hear you yell my name.” He added a third finger and flicked his tongue over her hard nub, that’s when she came undone, screaming his name as shivers of pleasure racked up her body.

“Ohhhh, Kane. Oh, I lo... Kane.”

Kane looked up at her. “My God, I have never seen anyone look as hot as you do right now. I can’t wait any longer, I have to have you. I need to feel that vagina of yours squeeze the life out of me.” He sucked on his fingers. “You taste like heaven too. I’ll take my time next time, I promise, but I have to have you now.”

Kane moved back up her body, kissing, then nipping, and giving licks to sooth the nips. He reached her breasts and sucked one into his mouth, swirling his tongue around her nipple before he moved to the other, repeating his torture as he looked into her eyes. She felt his dick at her pussy. He grabbed her arse, spreading her as he thrust in, biting her breast. Pain and pleasure shot though her like she had never felt before, and she screamed as he broke through her virgin barrier. Faith looked into his shocked eyes.

“I’m so sorry. I never thought… I mean you’re so beau...” He rested his forehead against hers. “I should have known—you were so tight. Wow.” Then his lips curved up into a grin, and a savage gleam came to his eyes as he said, “Mine, all mine. My untouched princess. Has the pain faded yet?” She nodded and moved her bottom around. His feral eyes got brighter and his muscles flexed and tensed as he said, “No one but me. You’re mine, every lush, beautiful inch mine. Mine to cherish, mine to hold, mine to love.” He started to move slowly, his eyes never leaving hers. “Say it to me. Tell me no one will ever hold you or love you like this. Tell me you’re mine.”

Faith had never felt anything like this in her life. The pleasure that racked her body from the tip of her toes to the top of her head was so intense she didn’t know how much she could take. As she looked into his eyes the intensity in his gaze sent delicious shivers of pleasure down her spine. He repeated his commands and she answered, willing to do anything he asked, just so she could feel all this insatiable euphoria.

“Yours, always have been yours, always will be.”

His muscles relaxed, and he grabbed her legs and wrapped them around his back, pushing himself further in. He picked up his pace, never letting his eyes leave hers. Faith arched her body up, meeting him thrust for thrust. His hands squeezed her arse, and one moved to stroke her clit.

Her breathing labored as she panted. “I’m going to...to...ahhh, Kane.”

His pace picked up faster. Kane swooped down, kissing her in time to his thrusts, and Faith shattered into a million pieces.

Kane rested his head on her shoulder. Faith heard him mutter that she was a “fucking goddess” and then he started apologizing.