Free The Werewolf Ranger (Moonbound Book 3) by Krystal Shannan, Camryn Rhys

growl incited all kinds of fire inside him.
    “You already knew that.” He relaxed his hands, as though it was time to give up. To release. If she knew it was mating, then he didn’t have to tell her anything. And they didn’t have to talk about it. They just had to… holy fuck.
    Her mouth sank down on his dick, tight and wet and hot. She grabbed his length and pumped him as she sucked him, and Rain had to bite his lip to keep from calling out the names of the gods and the saints.
    She popped his wet cock into the air and smiled up at him. Rain groaned and jumped forward, pinning her down on the bed and taking her mouth with his. He fumbled for his already wet cock and she spread her legs wide beneath him.
    As he drove into her and came , his wolf continued to growl inside.
    Mine .
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    N ora stretched her legs and froze. One of her legs was draped over a warm body and one of her arms lay across his rising and falling chest. She popped an eye open and squinted in the semi-lit room. The curtains were drawn, but just a little light filtered through the center crack between them, allowing enough pre-dawn light to see by.
    She’d slept with Rain.
    Actually slept, not just fucked and left. The feeling of escape she typically only achieved during sex remained wrapped around her like an electric blanket—an afterglow of contentment and hope. A tear rolled down her cheek.
    She’d known Rain was a potential Fated mate ever since they’d arrived, but they hadn’t been together longer than it took to fuck over the last couple of days. The magick hadn’t really settled. But now, it was all around her, whispering to her wolf that she had another chance to be happy. To be complete.
    Could she really throw that chance away and leave him? Walk away from a match that filled the gaping hole in her heart? That was the mistake most women made in movies, they left, thinking they were protecting the man from their problems—in Nora’s case, a psychopathic kingpin of a father who might murder him—but in reality they were just afraid and ran without thinking about what the man might want or choose.
    She was afraid of her father, not for her life, but for the life of the man she’d found solace in. She didn’t care what her father did to her. But Rain was different. He was a soldier. Maybe there was a way.
    His body shifted beside hers and his arms encircled her body, pulling her even closer. “Why are you crying?” His voice rumbled in his chest and he pressed a soft kiss against the top of her head before taking a deep breath, like he wanted to fill his lungs with her scent.
    “I need to tell you something.” She pushed against his hold and sat up in the bed as soon as he released her from his embrace.
    He stared up with a reassuring smile. “You’re mine, Nora. My mate. No matter what it is, we can figure it out.”
    Nora inhaled, then slowly exhaled. She wiped another tear away and steeled herself for Rain’s response. Words meant nothing. Actions were what defined a man. She’d learned that the hard way.
    She tugged at the cuff of her shirtsleeve and withdrew her arm, then slowly repeated the process with her other arm until she was completely naked for the first time in Rain’s presence. The tattoos she’d received when she and Paul had mated a year ago wrapped around her wrists, reminding her of what she’d lost.
    She wore long sleeves every day, not only to conceal the marks from prying eyes, but also to hide them from herself. As if covering them up helped her pretend they didn’t exist.
    His sharp intake of breath made her heart race. And he jerked his hand away from where it had been resting on her leg, like touching her now burned him, but to his credit he didn’t utter a word. Rain just waited, giving her time to collect her thoughts and tell him what’d happened.
    “My father didn’t approve, and he had him murdered. It’s been nearly a year and I’ve disappeared into one man’s bed after another,