“I am ovulating,” she remembered what he said with shock. “Oh, god.”
“Yes,” he pressed his lips against her shoulder, completely unbothered by the implications.
“Raiden, I…” She was not sure he understood the full depth of those implications. He was probably used to women more sophisticated and worldly about such things, she thought with dread, and relied on them to prevent conceiving. “Raiden… I am not… Oh, god.”
“You are not on a contraception,” he supplied for her calmly.
The breath shuddered out of her. “No.”
“I would smell it if you were,” he admitted gently.
He had come twice, inside of her, knowing that he could get her pregnant in doing so.
“Raiden…” There was mild protest about his assumption on her behalf. “We don’t even know each other, really.”
“You are mine,” his arms tightened around her. “It is not complicated for werewolves, Lia. We know when we have found our mate, and that is… just it. Simple. We mate, we have cubs.”
She blew out her breath, seeking to stabilize herself. “Raiden, I am a witch, and there is a vampire who has apparently taken a fancy to me, and other witches and warlocks trying to abduct me from the street. It is just not that simple.”
“What makes you so sure they are witches and warlocks?” She had his attention.
“I set the woman on fire, and one of the men used a spell to put it out.”
“Interesting.”
“Can witches and werewolves even…?” She wondered out aloud.
“I don’t know, it appears so,” there was a chuckle to his voice. “And it will be fun to find out. We can practice,” he was growing amorous again, his mouth and hands wandering the landscape of her body.
“I don’t even know how old you are,” she moaned as his hand stroked down her stomach. “Oh, Raiden. We need to talk.”
“Sorry,” he wasn’t apologetic. “We will talk. In between. It is a werewolf thing. Part of the bonding. It is probably good, Lia, that your teacher has given you tomorrow off as I plan to make good use of the time getting to know every piece of you very well.”
She threw her head back and whimpered.
“I am twenty-seven,” he had rocked them forward so that she was stomach down on the bed, and he lifted over her, pressing against her arse as he stroked into her. “What else do you want to know?”
“Mmm,” she pushed back against him. “I don’t know,” she admitted, her body overriding her mind until they both came, and he sank over her, his fingers threading in hers and his breath heavy and unsteady in her ear. “I guess there’s a couple of conversations that we have missed.”
“Nothing important. You are mine, and I am yours. Important things, done.”
She laughed into the pillows.
“Alright,” he stroked his hand up her arm and closed his hand over her shoulder. “Second most important things, I am a witch, and you are a wolf… No, wait, I am the wolf, and you are the witch,” he chuckled, and she giggled delighted with his teasing.
“I would make a better wolf than witch,” she confessed. “I was never very interested in magic. So you can be the witch, and I will be the wolf.”
“You can be a witch and a wolf,” he suggested. “At the next full moon. You have a rather unfortunate employment history,” he added, changing the subject before she could absorb his suggestion fully.
“You drink there,” she pointed out.
“There is a vast difference between drinking at a bar and working for a bar.”
“I need the job. My trust fund doesn’t run to renovations and this house is in desperate need of them.”
“It is,” he agreed readily. “Move in with me. We will renovate and flip this one.”
She sighed. It was tempting. “Your house is beautiful,” she said. “And I would love to share it with you and make it a home. But I am tied to this house, I can’t sell it. I will…” She closed her eyes. “I will show you, soon, what I mean. And there is also my grandmother’s ghost. She is still here, and I can’t just leave her…”
“That is inconvenient,” he murmured.
“Yes.”
“We will work it out,” he added confidently. “Dinner is ready.”
“How handy to have your sense of smell,” she laughed.
“Unless you have brothers,” he replied with a laugh as he lifted from her. “Fart wars have new meaning when you’re a werewolf.” He caught her against him as she sat up and kissed her. “Lia. Mine.”
“Yes. Raiden. Mine,” she kissed him back.
He pulled back and grinned, the flash of strong, white teeth devastating, stealing her breath. “Let’s go eat.”