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It only took a millisecond to realize what had happened and, letting instinct take control, he turned and grabbed for the bastard behind him.
But he wasn’t there.
“You didn’t think I’d be stupid enough not to think you’d bring backup, did you?”
The guy stood on the other side of the truck, his hand around Mara’s throat. He must have pulled her from the truck in the time it’d taken Race to turn.
They stood on either side of the hood and, though Race wasn’t looking directly at Mara, he could see her in his peripheral vision. She had her hands clasped in front of her and she looked terrified.
Race felt his wolf flex his claws inside his skin. He wanted so badly to shift and tear the guy’s throat out.
But he couldn’t risk Mara.
“And you didn’t think I’d be stupid enough to bring the kid.” Race looked the guy in the eyes and silently promised retribution. With a silent apology to Mara, he added, “You can keep the girl. We don’t need her.”
The guy snarled. “I want my son.” His hand tightened around Mara’s throat. “I’m sure I can make more but he’s mine and I want him.”
The guy sounded like a toddler who’d had his favorite toy taken away. Vaffanculo, he hoped like hell Quinn was close because Race was about to make a goddam mess of this guy and there were going to be witnesses.
“Sorry. Not yours anymore.”
Deliberately crossing his arms over his chest, he made sure his fingers were visible to Mara. If he was lucky, the douchebag wouldn’t know he was signing to her.
If he did… Well, Race was going to kill the bastard anyway. It’d just be a little faster than he’d planned.
He tapped his fingers against his biceps, waiting until he saw Mara sign “Okay”, though she made it look as if she were just twisting her fingers together in agitation.
The Mal asshole’s face twisted with an evil smile that made him look like a comic-book villain. Race was going to wipe that look off his face permanently.
“Don’t be too sure about that.”
Race took a deep breath between one second and the next because instinct told him the guy was about to do something stupid.
And his instincts had yet to let him down.
A millisecond after he signed “Duck” to Mara, he saw two other men appear at the side of the car.
Taking a leap of faith and hoping that his trust in Quinn wasn’t misplaced, Race leaped across the car hood for the man holding Mara.
A split second after she ducked, Race hit the guy square in the chest and took him to the ground. Mara rolled away as Race wrestled with the Mal. The fight was short and dirty. And Race had no doubt who the winner would be.
The guy fought like someone who didn’t know how to fight. And didn’t have as much to lose as Race.
Only his life.
When he heard the snap of bone and the guy went slack beneath him, Race immediately turned to look for Mara.
She sat, breathing hard, only a few feet away. She met his gaze immediately, her eyes wide but not terrified. He didn’t know what he would have done if she’d been afraid of him.
“Are you okay?”
She nodded then looked over his shoulder.
Behind him, he heard the sounds of fighting and realized his backup had arrived in time.
Race hadn’t noticed. Now he turned and saw a huge gray wolf standing over an unmoving body while another guy with long, dark hair and arms almost the size of Race’s smashed his fist into another man’s face. As that guy crumpled, the wolf trotted over and lifted his leg to piss on him.
Race got to his feet then extended a hand to Mara, who took it and let him pull her up. Immediately he tucked her into his side, trying not to clinch her too hard, just to make sure she was really here and unharmed.
“I take it you’re Race?” The man Quinn stood beside held out his hand and Race took it without hesitation. “Gabriel Borelli.”
“Thanks for coming.”
“No problem. I like to kick Mal ass and I was in the neighborhood.” Gabriel turned to Mara and held out his hand. “I understand you have a very special little boy.”
Mara took his hand, even though she’d clearly been startled by Gabriel’s statement. “I do.”
“So does my mate. I think you two should talk sometime. You’re staying with Race at the den?”
He couldn’t help the hitch in his breath as he waited for her to answer. But she never hesitated. “Yes.”
And when her arm tightened around his waist, he wanted to lay a kiss on her that would take her breath away. Instead he forced himself to settle for hugging her just a little bit closer.
“Then we’ll be sure to set something up.” Gabriel turned to Race again, his expression turning badass. “Quinn and I’ll take care of the mess. We’re starting to get some funny looks from the natives. You and Mara take your brother home.”
Race looked down at her. “Are you ready to go?”
She smiled up at him. “I’m ready to go anywhere with you.”
* * * * *
Lark was no worse for wear, but he was furiously embarrassed about being taken by the Mal.
Their mom began to cry and clung to Lark as if he’d just returned home from a war. Their dad hugged them both then tried not to let them see he had tears in his eyes.
Arin took it all in with wide eyes while he clung to Mara’s neck.
By the time everyone had settled down, Race was ready to head home. He wanted Mara and Arin in his domain, surrounded by his pack. Protected on all sides.
Lark promised to come to the den the next day to talk to Cole and Dorian. His parents said they’d come along. His mom made a point of saying she was anxious to see Mara and Arin again, and Mara’s sweet smile in return made his chest ache.
By the time they returned to the den, that ache had transferred to a part of his anatomy lower on his body but it was too soon to put Arin to bed.
“Would you like something to eat?” Mara asked as he closed the front door behind him. “I’m not much of a cook but I can boil water for pasta. Sauce will be out of a jar though.”
She looked exhausted but he knew if he told her to go to bed, she’d fight him. “How about I help you with dinner? If you’ve got canned tomatoes, I can make a decent sauce.”
From the counter, Arin babbled away in his carrier, content for the moment with stuffing his hands in his mouth.
“A man who can cook.” She threw him a wry grin over her shoulder as she dug around in the cabinets and started pulling out cans. “Be still my heart.”
“My mom taught me well.”
“I like your parents. They seem very…”
“Normal?”
She started to fill a pot with water. “Yes. But that doesn’t mean I don’t like you.”
Race let her statement slide by him for the moment as he put the sauce together from ingredients in her pantry. “We’re going to need to go shopping. Your cupboards are pretty bare.”
“Does that mean you’re going to be spending more time here?”
“I thought I made that clear.”
She nodded but didn’t say anything more as they continued to work side by side then shared a meal. They avoided talking about what had happened earlier, about the fact that the father of her child had tried to steal her and Arin away. He knew eventually they’d have to deal with it but for now, this was nice. Normal. He could get used to this. Wanted to get used to this. Wanted Mara to get used to this.
By the time they were finished, it was time for Arin’s bath and bed. Poor guy must have been tired because he went down without a whimper and was out like a light only minutes later.
Leaving him and Mara alone on the couch.
He wondered if he’d always have to make the first move or if she’d eventually be comfortable enough to come to him.
That question was answered when she straddled his lap seconds after he sat beside her.
He tried not to grab her as
s and drag her forward but he couldn’t quite rein himself in. She came without hesitation, her arms around his neck, her lips only inches away from his, her pelvis pressed against his thickening cock.
He smiled and watched her lips curve in return.
“You want to talk about what happened today?” he asked.
“Do you need to?”
Yeah, maybe he did. “I’ll never let anything happen to you, Mara. You or Arin. I took one look at you and I knew.”
Her head cocked to the side, her eyes bright with curiosity. “Knew what?”
“That you were mine. I didn’t think I’d ever be able to have you but I always knew I’d be here to keep you safe.”
Her hands curved around his neck, the warmth of her skin both calming him and riling him up.
“I know, Race. Just as I knew I’d always be safe with you.”
“And loved. I love you, Mara.”
Her smile brightened his world. “Let me show you just how much I love you back.”
Again, he tried not to take over. And thought he managed fairly well this time.
She stripped his shirt over his head and dropped her mouth to the exposed skin of his chest, only centimeters from his left nipple.
Heat raged through him as she licked and nipped at his skin, her hands smoothing over his shoulders, down his arms then back up to spread across his back.
Slowly she caressed every inch of his skin she could reach.
He had to touch her, couldn’t wait. Sliding his hands beneath her yoga pants, he cupped her ass, tugging her closer.
“How attached are you to these pants?”
“Don’t you dare rip them. They’re my favorite.”
“Then take them off.”
Sliding off his lap, she stood before him with that smile on her face, the one he couldn’t resist. And when she crooked her finger at him and started to back away toward the bedroom, he smiled and pushed off the couch.
He was at her side in seconds, startling a surprised cry from her but in the next second she started to laugh as he threw her over his shoulder then tossed her—gently—on the bed.
It took him only seconds to strip her, only a few more to get rid of his own clothes.
But it took him several minutes to kiss his way from her ankle to her breast.
She wasn’t smiling when he looked up but the heat in her eyes more than made up for it.
His erection brushed her hip and she reached for him, stroked his cock with sure, steady hands and made him want to beg for more.
She didn’t make him beg. She gave him everything.
She opened her legs and let him come between them, wrapped her legs around his waist and arched up to meet him when he thrust into her.
With his arms tight around her, he sealed his mouth over hers and tried not to go too fast or too hard but she urged him on with every twist of her hips, every contraction around his cock.
When he finally let go, after he felt her orgasm around him, he told her again.
“Always yours, Mara.”
“Always.”
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