Footsteps pounded behind him as the werewolf carried him farther into the house, and several loud gasps sounded. “What the fuck?” Raith yelled, snatching Wren up from the sofa and holding him protectively.
Enforcer Bannon Murphy looked on curiously, his eyes creasing at the corners while he studied the scene before him. “Kieran?” The werewolf snapped his head up and snarled, tightening his grip until Lynk could barely breathe. Lynk struggled, trying to get away from the big brute, but he knew it was hopeless before he even began.
The man had been much bigger than him before his shift, but now he was positively enormous.
“Kieran?” Galen stepped up beside Bannon and cocked his head to the side. “What has gotten into you? Put him down.” Kieran’s nose began to nuzzle the side of Lynk’s neck, and the rumble in his chest sped until it was almost a purr. His tongue snaked Flawless 9
out, licking a slow, wet path that made Lynk’s bones melt. He wasn’t stupid. He knew exactly what was going on.
Kieran was his Infinity—literally the missing half of his torn soul.
The bond was more intense than that of a normal fated pair, and Kieran’s animal was reacting to that connection. It was all very logical and rational when put that way, but that didn’t mean that Lynk enjoyed being handled like a piece of property.
“Put me down,” he ordered.
Something whistled through the air a split second before it smacked against Kieran’s nose. Galen was dancing around the werewolf, whacking him with a rolled up newspaper while spouting commands for him to release Lynk. Since that was exactly what he wanted, Lynk didn’t argue, but anger welled up in him that Galen had struck his mate.
Torn between wanting to remain in Kieran’s arms forever and beating the crap out of the Neanderthal, Lynk had a bad feeling it was going to be a recurring theme to the future of their relationship.
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“Put him down.” Galen glared at him and stomped his foot. “Right now, Kieran. I mean it!” Something smacked against his nose again.
“Now!”
Kieran gave the smaller man a fleeting glance and huffed out an annoyed breath. He hadn’t been expecting to find his mate when he’d hopped in his truck and driven to Casper to talk to Torren. After the initial shock wore off, the attraction, the need was too intense to be ignored.
Nothing in life had prepared him for the aching desire to curl himself around the man in his arms and never, ever let go. He told himself he should set the guy on his feet and leave him be, but he couldn’t. He was almost afraid, as though the world would cease to 10 Gabrielle
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exist and his soul would bleed if he couldn’t hold the man, touch him, smell him, taste him.
“Let me go, you stupid, overgrown, idiotic fur ball!” His mate struggled against him, but that only excited Kieran’s wolf. Even when a solid kick connected with his knee, his brain barely registered the pain. Everything that he was revolved around this one man. Before he’d found his mate, he’d been wandering through life without purpose, waiting for something to bring meaning to an otherwise ordinary existence.
“What the hell is going on in here?” Torren stomped into the room, obviously in a temper, but he stumbled to a stop when his eyes landed on Kieran. Fine by him. He wanted everyone as far away from his mate as they could get.
“Umm, I’m going to guess that Lynk is Kieran’s mate.” Torren’s lover, Aslan, tried to explain. His voice sounded a little shaky, but Kieran wasn’t sure if it was from fear or amusement. “And he doesn’t look like he’ll be letting go any time soon.” His mate’s name was Lynk. Kieran liked that. It fit his little man.
“Kieran Delaney, I’m going to call your sister.” Galen could do whatever the hell he wanted if he’d just go away and leave Kieran alone with his mate. Apparently the pipsqueak didn’t like being ignored, though, because the rolled up newspaper arched through the air again. Galen missed him this time, though, striking Lynk on the shoulder instead.
The fury came swiftly, washing over him like a red haze until he was more animal than man, driven purely by instinct. Dropping Lynk to his feet and pushing the man behind him, he roared loud enough to vibrate every window in the house.
Bannon was just as fast, grabbing Galen around the waist and yanking him backward as he snarled right back at Kieran. There was a lot of yelling, shouting, and name-calling as Bannon and Torren advanced on him, but Kieran didn’t care. What kind of man would he be if he didn’t protect what was most important to him?
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“Oh, for the love of Christmas.” Lynk sounded irritated as he rounded Kieran and shoved him in the chest. The sound of his voice was enough to calm Kieran, but Lynk’s amazing scent pushed him into a frenzy for an entirely different reason. “Would you knock it off already?” When he didn’t respond to the words, Lynk grabbed a handful of fur on Kieran’s chest and jerked him forward as he bared his throat in the ultimate act of surrender. “Just get it over with.” He didn’t even pause to think about it before crushing Lynk close once more and sinking his canines into the soft, fragrant skin just above his collarbone. The bite went deep, but Kieran wanted to be sure that it remained, didn’t fade, and would ache for days, letting Lynk know exactly who he belonged to.
Lynk bucked in his arms, arching against him so that his trapped erection rubbed against Kieran’s hip, driving him crazy with lust. The smell of freshly spilled seed hit his nose, and Kieran’s eyes rolled back in his head as he released Lynk’s neck and licked lazily at his mating mark in satisfaction.
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