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He growled in response and she smiled like a vixen, all sex and woman and dreams come true.
She walked into the closet and returned a moment later, wearing leggings and pulling a long top over her head. He was sorry to see her cover up her sexy body, but he also looked forward to going outside with her. She pulled on tennis shoes and said, “Ready?”
He gave her a low bark and followed her out of the room. They left the cottage and he fell into step beside her. “I own all these woods. I grew the trees myself when I first moved in. The land had been farmed before, so it was just flat and boring.”
She stopped in front of a garden that had a short fence around it. “This is my work garden. I use the flowers and herbs in here for my creations, plus there are some favorites in there, too, like the fairy roses.”
They left the garden and headed into the woods. While they walked, she talked about her life and her family. He soaked up all the details of her life, anxious to learn all he could. It had never occurred to him that his mate might not be a wolf, or even another type of shifter, but he didn’t mind. She was gorgeous and unique, and he knew their life together would be amazing.
When they’d walked her land several times and he hadn’t missed how often she yawned, he gave her a nudge toward the cottage. He followed her into the bedroom and hopped up onto the bed while she used her power to light the logs in the fireplace. The crystal strands hanging from the mantel glittered with the flames and cast interesting patterns on the walls.
She toed off her shoes and climbed up beside him, resting her head on his stomach. “Don’t let me fall asleep,” she said as she yawned. “You’ve only got an hour left in your shift and I don’t want to miss talking to you when you’re human again.”
Those were the last words she spoke before she started to breathe deeply and evenly in sleep. He smiled to himself as he closed his eyes, lulled to sleep himself by the crackling of the fire and the sweet scent of his mate.
* * *
“Kismet? Are you home?” a feminine voice called as the front door creaked open.
Ren woke up with a snarl, and realized he’d shifted back into his human form at some point during the night. Morning light streamed through the bedroom windows and Kismet blinked at him in confusion.
She sat up. “Key? I’m not alone.”
“Oh, oops! Sorry. I brought you scones to thank you for your good advice last night.”
“Who is that?” Ren whispered.
“My best friend, Keyarielle.” Her gaze dropped to his lap and she said, “I just realized you’re naked and human.”
“I didn’t even wake up when I shifted,” he said sheepishly.
“You weren’t supposed to let me fall asleep,” she said as she slipped from the bed.
“Sorry, I didn’t last much longer than you did.”
“Is that bad luck?”
“What?”
“Falling asleep when you meet your truemate? Like shouldn’t we have been so attracted to each other, we couldn’t wait to go at it like bunnies?”
He snorted. “You’re adorable. And wolvesnevergo at anything like bunnies do.”
“Oh, okay.” She laughed. “I was just wondering if we broke some kind of wolfy protocol.”
“Not at all. I told you we’d see what the night brought, and it brought sleep and that’s okay.” He lowered his voice. “Not to say that I’m not entirely attracted to you and my wolf is banging around in my skull to pull you back to bed.”
She let out a sigh. “You’re so sexy. Let me get rid of my friend. Then we’ll figure out clothes for you. Or not.” She gave him a wink and hurried from the room. He heard low voices, some feminine gasps and giggles, and then Key called to him, “Sorry about barging in, mysterious wolf shifter. I’ll meet you another time when you’re decent.”
The front door opened and closed, and a few moments later, Kismet came into the bedroom with a twine-tied box and two steaming mugs. “Do you drink coffee? I don’t, so I don’t have any. I like herbal tea in the morning, and I grow my own herbs for it.”
“Whatever you have is fine,” he said, accepting the mug.
“Key makes amazing scones. Her power is over nature like mine, but she focuses on fruit-bearing plants and trees and uses them in baking.” She joined him on the bed and opened the box. She handed him a still-warm blueberry scone and took one herself.
“What advice was she thanking you for?” he asked as he took a bite of the scone and hummed at the delicious taste.
“She was at the ball last night. Her father is in the military with my father, and had been urging her to choose a male in the military to marry. She’s been pining after a male who is definitelynotin the military, and I told her last night that she shouldn’t worry about what her dad thinks and go for it. She promised she’d talk to the male if I would go to Wilde Creek to see if I could find you.”
