Enticed (The Brazil Werewolf Series Book 3) (9 page)

“Mary Jane,” he growled pulling me to him as he continued to pleasure me with his fingers before withdrawing completely, “I can’t wait anymore.  I have to be in you.”

              My breathing was rapid, “I can’t wait either,” I said on a moan pulled from the depths of me.  My legs fell completely opened, cradling him against my womanhood.  The crown of him nudged my entrance.

              “Keep your eyes on me,” he said as he inched in, allowing me to stretch around him before pushing further.  It was slow too slow but finally, he nudged my innocence.  His teeth were clenched as he whispered hoarsely, “Don’t move your gaze from me.  I want to see you the whole time.”

              I opened my eyes wide and an expression of satisfaction lit his face as my eyes met his.  He groaned, “Tell me you are mine,” he said as he reached forward and cupped my cheek.

              I kept my eyes firmly on him, “I’m yours,” I said, trembling as I did, “Only yours.”

              In one quick move, he pierced me.  I moaned as a sharp pain sliced through me.  I inhaled sharply as a single tear fell from my eye.  He leaned forward and kissed it before melding his lips once more with mine.  He stayed still as the pain passed.  Slowly, he began to move again.  Something was beginning to build as my body tensed.   I began to move my hips in rhythm to his, reaching for something that I didn’t understand.  His eyes met mine as his hands gripped my hips nearly bruising me but even that pain caused the pleasure to heighten more and more until I thought I would burst.

              Suddenly, pleasure unlike anything I have ever known rushed through me and I moaned with its impact.  Luc began to pound into me as I tightened around him.  I screamed as warmth spread through me as wave after wave of pure bliss traveled through my body.  An animalistic growl erupted from him as he spilled his seed in me.  He shouted my name as he fell on me spent. 

              Minutes passed before he gazed into my face.  His eyes were shadowed in concern. 

              “Are you alright?” He asked, caressing my cheek, “I didn’t hurt you, did I?”

              I raised my brow at his worry and laughed, “No, you didn’t hurt me,” I said, allowing my hands to roam up and down his back, “Actually, I was wondering…Can we do that again?”

              He laughed before he kissed me long and hard and said against my lips, “As many times as you want.” 

              It was amazing how things changed in such a short time.  When I was first told of my betrothal, I had imagined a horrid life.  I couldn’t see past the fact that I had been forced into marriage with someone I didn’t know.  As the first week of my marriage to Luc passed, I was surprised by how different my outlook on our betrothal and marriage was.  Where I thought I would be miserable, I was happy. My fear of Luc had disappeared and when I thought of him, I could only see who he truly was.  He protected me.  He allowed me to be exactly who I was without ridicule.  He was patient and most of all, he actually liked that I wasn’t going to change or bow down to him. 

              With my change in view in my marriage there was also a form of normality that I had not expected.  It was a distinct pattern in our everyday life.  Three days after our marriage, he began to work with his father and two older brothers, so his days were spent with them.  At night, he came home to me.  It was the days alone, when I began to see that there was a little more to my feelings for him than what I had before. 

              I missed him when he was gone and it had nothing to do with the bond.  It was a deep longing that I had never had before and I was too afraid to examine it.  I was too afraid that he wouldn’t return those feelings. 

However, there was another change happening within me.  Something was about to break free and I realized it was that part of myself that I was most afraid of.  It was the monster beneath my skin that burrowed in my soul.  It was the worst part of myself and I was afraid because I had begun to worry that I was about to transition. 

              It had been two weeks past my marriage when I decided to speak to the other women in the Brazil family.  They crowded around me with curiosity lighting their faces as they watched me pace before them.  I began to twist my hands in front of me, wondering where to start the conversation and finding no beginning point. 

              Sophia’s gaze darkened as she stood up and grasped my shoulders.  She shook me slightly before studying my face with an intensity that made me shift, “What’s wrong?” She asked simply.

              I took a deep breath and just blurted it out as quickly as I could, “I’ve been feeling odd lately.  It’s been something that has been worrying me for about a week.  The only explanation is that I’m transitioning.”

              Sophia released a pent up breath and then, frowned, “Thank goodness.  I thought we had failed to keep you pure until your wedding night and you were pregnant,” My mouth opened insulted.  Sophia just shrugged her shoulders and continued, “I suppose since your parents are no longer with you, you came to us to find out for sure?”

              I nodded but was still giving her a narrowed look, “I didn’t want to worry Luc,” I said, glancing around the room at the other girls.  Finally, the bit of hurt I had felt at Sophia’s assumptions turned to worry as I bit my bottom lip.  I sighed before I spoke, “At least not until I was sure.”

              Sophia smiled as she nodded her head, “I think we can figure out whether you are or not,” she said as she tilted her head, “I’m going to inhale your scent and see if I can find the beast there.  The stronger it is.  The closer your transition is.”

I nodded as she walked around me.  Slowly, she took a deep breath, inhaling my scent.  A frown marred her brow as she moved to stand in front of me. 

              “Your scent certainly says you’re close,” she said, taking my hand and leading me to one of the bar stools surrounding the kitchen counter.  She waved at the chair, “Sit.  There is more that we can do.”

              I sat down but shifted on the padded seat, “It’s hard to stay still,” I said, wincing, “I always feel like my skin is going to break a part.  It doesn’t hurt.  It just tingles constantly.” 

              “That’s another sign,” Sophia said, patting my hand in reassurance.  She pursed her lips as she thought.   

              I glanced at Mirella, Aurora and Lilly, “Did you go through this?”

              “I haven’t yet,” Mirella said with a smile, “I’m not old enough.  To tell you the truth, I’m thankful for that.”

              I nodded.   I had forgotten.  Mirella was around the older women so much I always forgot that she wasn’t their age.  I turned to Lilly.

              “I didn’t transition naturally,” she said, wincing at the memory, “I forced it to come by taking Wolf’s Bane.”

              “Why would you do that?” I asked with wide eyes.  The very thought of forcing the wolf to surface frightened me.

              “Eli kidnapped Aurora.  It was the only way I could get her out,” She said with a shrug. I blinked and then, shook my head in amazement.

              “You’re lucky you didn’t kill anyone,” I said, frowning at the thought. 

              She winced again, “I did kill someone,” she said, shifting, “I killed, Katie, Andre’s crazy ex,” Lilly shifted as the color rose in her face, “She brought it on herself.  She hit Aurora while I was in full form.”

              I blinked in shock.  I couldn’t imagine Lilly killing someone.  She was too sweet.  I swallowed as I turned to Aurora who was bouncing Ruby on her knee.  When she noticed that my attention had turned to her, she bit her bottom lip, “I think it would be different for me too,” she said and shrugged, “I transitioned on my way back to Andre after my father kidnapped me.  I was lucky Garridan was there to lead me back home.”

              “So, you only have me,” Sophia said with a smile, “I transitioned naturally and it was the only thing that was on my mind then.  I was terrified but hopefully, it won’t be so bad for you.”

              I met her eyes, “But I am frightened,” I admitted as a tremble shook through me, “My father told me what happened during his first transition and Lilly killed someone during hers.  I don’t want to hurt anyone.”

              Sophia nodded as her eyes softened in understanding, “I suppose your father’s experience is why you went into marriage so willingly?”

I nodded, “It was but Luc was wonderful too,” I said, blushing.   

Sophia gave a short laugh, “I had wondered why you put up no fight against the betrothal,” she said with a grin, “I did and Aurora did too.  Lilly had a horrible life before marriage so, I think she was looking forward to it and she became friends with Marco within the first day.  So, she was okay.   You had every reason to fight the betrothal but didn’t.”

              I raised my brows, “I’m surprised that my father told you what happened,” I said as I licked my lips. 

              Sophia nodded, “He didn’t at first.  He told Gavriel,” she said, sadly, “He only told me later when he was having a hard time facing it.  He never got over the guilt.”

              “So, you understand why I’m so frightened of my first transition,” I said, biting my bottom lip, “I don’t want to kill anyone.” 

              Sophia smiled, “Yes, I do understand” she said as she reached forward and caressed my cheek, “But we will make sure that will not happen.  So let’s continue with the test.  Let’s test your senses.”

              “Alright,” I said as Sophia stepped away from me.  She went to a cabinet and retrieved some herbs.  She sprinkled several from each bottle into her hand and held it out. 

              “Smell,” she said with a raised brow, “If you can identify the five herbs in this then that means that your sense of smell has improved.”

              I inhaled and immediately identified the herbs, “Garlic, basil, rosemary, oregano and dill,” I said, lifting my eyes to Sophia’s.  She nodded. 

              “Alright, we’ll test your sense of touch,” she said, pursing her lips, “Close your eyes.”

              I obeyed and a moment later, a single hair moved on my head.  I turned toward it, “You can open your eyes,” she said, shaking her head, “You are definitely sensitive to touch.  No one else would have felt that.”

              “Taste is next,” she said, raising her chin as she held a bit of green herb out to me, “Put it on your tongue.”

              I obeyed but as soon as it touched me, I opened my eyes and began to spit because it burned so badly that it caused my eyes to tear, “What was that?”

              “Just wolf’s bane,” she said with a raised brow, “It wouldn’t burn if you weren’t close.  It had to be injected into Lilly to prevent that feeling.”

              I shook my head as the burn subsided and blinked my eyes clear.  Finally, I was able to see clearly and gazed at Sophia expectantly. 

              “Now, close your eyes.  We’re going to do the final test,” she said, gently, “We are going to test your hearing.  We will stand at different parts of the house and you will find us by listening for our heartbeats.  Do not use your sense of smell.  I’ll need for you to track us by hearing only.  If you do that, we’ll know that you will transition any moment.”

              I nodded and closed my eyes as Sophia had told me to do.  Mirella clapped her hands and called out excited, “Time to play hide and seek,” she said as she ran through the house.

              I stood as my eyes prickled, tempting me to open them.  Instead, I squeezed them shut tighter as I took slow, steady breaths.  It took a moment but eventually I began to pick up the faint thump of a heart.  I cocked my head in the direction it was coming from and moved cautiously forward, trying not to bump into furniture.   I tilted my head and turned, taking two steps until my hands brushed an arm. 

              “I guess I don’t play this well,” Sophia said, amused, “At least now I can help you maneuver around objects.”

              I nodded relieved but my head jerked.  I was already picking up the next steady thump, I moved toward it, turning quickly only to bump directly into the person before me. 

              “Well, I’m out,” Mirella said, patting my face gently before leaving my presence for the kitchen. 

              I frowned as I turned again and moved toward what I believed was my bathroom.  This time two sets of heartbeats had reached my ears.  I bumped into the door before reaching down and finding the knob.  As soon as I opened the door, I reached forward and connected with Ruby’s chubby little hand.  The little girl giggled and I couldn’t help but to laugh. 

              “I’ll go sit in the kitchen,” Aurora said, patting my shoulder before she left. 

              I tilted my head.  Only Sophia remained with me and Ruby, Aurora and Mirella were in the kitchen.  Still, three more distinct thumps sounded in my ears.

“Is someone else here?”  I asked confused. 

              “No,” Sophia said, alarmed, “Why?”

              “Because there is more than one,” I said, desperate to find Lilly.  I opened my eyes and rushed through my bedroom door.  She sat on the bed.  Her eyes widened when I glanced around the room.

              “What’s wrong?” Lilly asked alarmed as she gazed into my face. 

              I stepped toward her, “I hear three heartbeats,” I tilted my head downwards as I stood in front of her.  My eyes widened as I suddenly understood what I was hearing.  I gave a relieved chuckle, “They’re all coming from you.”

              Lilly clasped her hand over her stomach.  She frowned as she gazed up at Sophia who suddenly, grinned as she placed her hand over her heart, “I’d advise you to find Marco and take a pregnancy test,” she said with a laugh, “If it comes out positive, make Marco sit down before you tell him you’re having twins.  I wouldn’t want him to fall and get hurt.”

              Lilly nodded before she hugged me tightly, “Thank you,” she said, quickly before she ran from the room.  A moment later, the sound of the door closing reached my ears as she left my house.  Sophia turned back to me and stepped forward. 

              “Well, I think you know what this means,” she said with a raised brow.  She gave me a sympathetic smile as she took my hand. 

              I nodded as my heart dropped into my stomach, “I’m going through transition,” I said, swallowing nervously.  I trembled as nausea slammed through me causing me to release Sophia’s hand to cross my arms over my abdomen. 

              Sophia smiled as she patted my shoulder, “Don’t worry,” she said as I raised my head to look at her, “We’ll help you through it.  You won’t hurt anyone.  I promise.”

              I took a deep breath and let it out slowly as I took in her words.  My father’s story drifted through my head.  He had killed and it had been someone who he had loved.  What would make me any different?  I bit my lip as I shifted hoping that Sophia could keep her promise and I wouldn’t harm or kill anyone.  I took a deep breath as I thought of the Brazil family.  If anyone could stop me from following in my father’s footsteps and creating a lifetime full of guilt for myself, they could.  I would put my trust in them.