What goes bump in the night

Chapter Eleven

Chapter Eleven

Cora watched her mate pace the house, relentlessly. She didn't know what to do to help. His sister had been kidnapped and his best friend had taken off. Colby was as close to devastated as it could get. He ran a hand through his disheveled hair again. Cora hugged her arms around herself as the personal predicament she was in pressed in on her. Her wolf mingled closer to the forefront of her mind lately and she had been acting out on impulse because of it. It took everything in her, at that moment, not to throw Colby down and take him right there. Being in heat was worse than she could have imagined. Just when she couldn't take all the hormones coursing through her, Colby strode up to her. His gaze had a million different emotions floating through it, finally ending with love and desire as he stared at her longer. He reached down and cupped her face in his hands, bringing their lips to meet. It was a heated mess from there, the extra pheromones Cora was letting off drove Colby's wolf insane. He knew it was time to get the job done. Tearing each other's clothes off, the two didn't even make it upstairs before it escalated to the point of no return. Cora wrapped her legs around Colby and gripped onto his arms, the stairs beneath her. Colby leaned forward, sucking and nibbling on his mark on her neck. It caused Cora to grind herself harder upon Colby and emit a loud, lustful moan full of pleasure. The pleasing torture continued for the pair as they climbed higher together in the wonderful bliss that blessed them as mated. They soon finished together, collapsing onto the stairs panting.

Instinctively,  Cora and Colby both knew the more times they tried, the higher the chance of them having a pup this cycle was. Otherwise, they would have to wait for another five years before the next cycle would come. Colby ran his tongue across Cora's mark, receiving a pleasurable shiver in return. His hands trailed all over her naked body, soon picking her up and taking her to their room. He laid her on the bed, his body covering hers as the whole process started over between the two.

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Remy turned off his motorcycle as he pulled up to his childhood home. He sighed and he pushed the kickstand down with his heel. He was physically tired, the space between him and Mara was beginning to get to him. But mentally and emotionally, he was on a rush. The instinctive need to find his mate was overpowering. He pulled his phone out as he sat there and read the text from her. It pulled at his heart.

   I'll find you, don't worry.

He got off his bike and walked inside. He saw his younger brother playing on his xbox in front of the living room TV. Remy chuckled lightly as the teenager yelled mindlessly at the game.

Oakley paused the game and turned his attention to the doorway; seeing his older brother, he smiled. He sat the controller down and strode over to Remy. He hugged his brother tightly, the smile never leaving the sixteen year old’s face. Oakley pulled away, as Remy’s phone went off. “What are you doing here?”

Remy ignored his phone for a minute, engaging in conversation with his brother. “I have to talk to Alpha,” He paused as he rubbed the bridge of his nose, “My mate is missing...”

Oakley made a quick glance to his brother’s neck. “You’re not marked...?” He said in an asking tone but made it a statement at the same time.

Remy sighed, rubbing the back of his neck. “I know...  It’s a long story.” He pulled out his phone then.

I know who took me...

“What?!” Remy growled at the phone. He texted Mara back: Who took you Mara?  He turned away from his brother and paced the entryway of the house. A quick ding back,

one of the Elites. I remember his voice.

The boys’ mother walked out of the kitchen and smiled at the pair of them. “It’s nice to see you at a decent time, Remy. How are you?”