Love's a Witch (18 page)

His tongue made my skin sizzle. His hands gripped my ass and pulled me tight against him. My hands wouldn’t stay at my sides any longer. I felt his abs, his chest, and swept my fingers up to tangle in that gorgeous blond hair. My hands tensed and scored his scalp, the strands were so soft and thick between my fingers. My breath pushed my breasts closer to him. When that tongue dipped into my cleavage, there wasn’t a part of me that didn’t beg for his hands.

“Mary, if you are going to tell me no, do it now. But I don’t want to stop.”

“I don’t want to stop either. But…” It took everything I had to push him away. I was taking a meal from a starving man. He took deep breaths and flexed his hands. His jaw ticked. He thought I was going to stop—until I lifted my shirt over my head, and pushed down my jeans.

I stood there in my little t-shirt bra and white cotton panties. It was getting dark, and the bright white of my underwear glowed in the moon and firelight.

“I was wearing too many clothes.”

A growl came back at me, “You still are. Off. All of it. I’m losing the control I have over my wolf, and you’re teasing him, Mary. Do it faster.”

I reached behind and unhooked my bra. I never went without my underwire. The heavy DD cups sank too low for my taste. Cool air puckered my nipples, but the mating aura surrounded and warmed us. I would never be cold again with Craig near me.

“Underwear.”

His eyes sparkled, yet he stayed back from me. I hooked two thumbs in the elastic and started to slide them down. Facing away from him, I pushed the cotton down to my ankles. One foot pulled free, and there were hands on my ass. My channel flexed with how close he was to where I needed him most.

He pushed my legs apart, and I could feel the trickle of wetness on my lips as he spread me wide. One hand traced the ridge between my thighs and my core. He stayed on the outside of my lips. Back and forth. A push and a pull, yet never reaching home.

Craig’s hands began a long path down the backs of my legs all the way to my ankles. Then he wound around the tops of my feet, and began to stroke up past my knees and over the front of my thighs. He woke every nerve in my body with his touch. His hands gripped my breasts and brought me back against him.

His t-shirt was soft against my back, reminding me that he still had all his clothes on while I was writhing naked in the woods. I felt like a fairy, or a witch of old. I never understood why witches got naked before, but there was magic in my nudity tonight. His fingers pinched and rolled my nipples. My hips moved in a dance of need.

“Mary. Pick up your book.”

Wait, what?
I bent to pick up the book that was by my underwear on the ground. My brain could process little more than commands at the moment, but when Craig ground an oh-my-god-that’s-huge erection against me, I didn’t care.

I arched into him. It was delicious, but I needed more. I had the book in hand, and he only said, “You tempted me before. Tease me now. Read it, Mary. Read something good to me. But first, lie down.”

My clothes were crumpled beneath my back as I obeyed. Craig grabbed my ankles and spread them. His eyelids went heavy with lust as he gazed at my core. Instead of hiding or closing my legs, I let my knees fall further apart. I felt my heat reaching towards him, but I couldn’t move without knowing what he was going to do next. I wanted him to touch me so bad I was trembling. He would bite me. His teeth would break my skin. I needed a distraction.

“Read.”

That’d do.

“‘He gazed at her beauty. She knew that he would never leave at that moment, because he was bowing at the altar of her womanhood. When his tongue touched her…’ Oh god, Craig!”

Fuck the book. I threw it away and wound my hands in his hair as his tongue lapped at me. He licked from the bottom of my slit up and around my clit. He never stayed long enough to push me over the edge, just kept up the maddening slow pace. I felt my thighs start to shake. I needed to come, but he held me on that edge.

Then he pulled back barely enough to exhale warm air over me. My pussy wept for him, and I felt a shudder go through me. My core gripped the air, dying for more than just his mouth.

“Don’t move.”

He released my ankles and stood in front of me. His shirt came off first. The moonlight and the fire were swallowed up in the mating aura around us. Shadows danced along the hard planes of his muscles. I didn’t move, because he started removing his cowboy boots, and I knew the jeans would be next. If he wasn’t a lot more naked in a hurry, I was going to have to take things into my own hands.

When he unzipped the fly his cock leapt out. A breathy “oh” came from my mouth. I wanted to touch him so badly. But my legs were shaky from his assault, and I didn’t want to break the spell he was weaving around us. I wasn’t the only one with magic. His dick looked like it had plenty of magic too.

He stood nude before me. His eyes traveled down my body and I saw his cock jump. He wanted me. I dug my fingers into the earth around me, I needed a little extra strength to take him on. I was more connected than ever before, but connected and penetrated were not the same thing. I pushed myself up and knelt in front of him. A pearl of white caught the moonlight on the deep purple head of his cock. I gripped his shaft and licked it off. He growled.

“I’ve wanted to touch you, to taste you, for so long. But if you keep that up, I don’t know how much control I’ll have. I want you to come before I fuck you senseless.”

“There’s time. But first…” I slid his cock to the back of my throat and swallowed. He wrapped my hair around his hand and tugged. He pulled me back, then slid my head forward again. He fucked my mouth, and I loved it. His salty taste, his masculine scent, it surrounded me and blended with the red aura, pushing it higher and brighter. I let go of my rhythm. He took control and it was amazing.

He flipped me over and pushed my shoulders down on the pile of clothes beneath us. I was face down in his shirt. He was behind me, in front of me, surrounding me, and I screamed as I felt his thick fingers inside me. He bit my ass as he slid his finger back and forth. He held me up with one arm at the bend of my hips. He pushed against that spot inside me with his finger, held me tight with his arm, and when he slid his thumb over my clit with the last thrust I exploded. My bones melted and I puddled beneath his touch. He moved his arm, but his finger and thumb kept a gentle push that had me forgoing the plateau and climbing higher.

Gripping my shoulder, he guided me up on all fours. He leaned over me. His words were in my ear as his cockhead pressed forward, begging to slide in. “I want you. I’m going to have you tonight. I love your voice as you read to me. I love your strength when you argue with me.” He pushed his cock inside in a harsh thrust and my walls rippled around him as I adjusted. “And I love the way your body takes me. We are meant to be.”

He was huge, he was hot, and I needed him to move. He licked me. The point between my shoulder and neck felt like it was boiling, and the only thing that helped was his tongue. I pressed into his mouth. Then his teeth gripped that spot on my neck. That had never been a hot zone for me before. But now…I needed his teeth there.

That. I needed that. I wanted that. I thrust against his cock. He wasn’t moving anywhere except for that tongue lapping the skin he pinched between his teeth. I fucked him for us. My hips slammed against him and the slapwet sounds echoed in my ears. It wasn’t long before he couldn’t hold still anymore. His hands gripped my hips and he pulled me back into him over and over. I kept climbing higher, but with one orgasm already in the bank, I needed more to go over the edge again.

“I need more, I need something more. Please, Craig, please make me come.” One would never be enough. I don’t know how the words made it out of my mouth around my panting.

One hand left my hips and he scratched against that spot on my neck with a really sharp nail. The sting had me panting.

“Oh yes. Please, more.”

“Oh, Mary. I don’t know if you understand what you are giving me. You have no idea how much I want it too.” He leaned over me and when his teeth gripped me again, he reached around and pinched my clit. The overload of sensations finally pushed me over the edge, and Craig leaned back and roared as his final thrust emptied inside me. He collapsed and pushed us both to the ground. He lay spooning behind me, without breaking our connection.

“I love you, Mary. Don’t leave.”

“I love you too. I’m not going anywhere.”

I felt safe in his arms. My neck was starting to itch until he licked me again. I fell asleep as he lapped his tongue against me. I roused only the slightest bit as he cleaned me up and carried me inside the tent. When his warmth surrounded me again, I knew there was nowhere else I wanted to be.

Chapter Twenty-Two

Craig

I felt her breathing change. She’d fallen back asleep. When I was sure I wouldn’t wake her, I pulled away.

I chased sleep folded in the corner of the tent. If I slept next to Mary, neither of us would rest. She was too tempting. Whether she realized it or not she had been begging for a bite. Mary’s body reacted like a shewolf’s, demanding to be claimed. Where I would place her matemark had sparked under my mouth. Our chemistry was palpable and saliva flooded my canines at the thought of sinking my teeth into her skin.

I was done questioning it. I pushed every doubt away. In the morning I would give my little witch a history lesson. She needed to know what a matemark meant. Then we had to discuss how to turn her. I couldn’t watch her grow old. I couldn’t watch her die. I needed this little witch by my side. I needed her to stand strong beside me.

As my neck pain woke me, even I had to admit the risks for turning Mary were probably low. She was my mate. There was no reason that her body shouldn’t accept my blood. She would turn. I knew she would make the most beautiful wolf. I took a moment lying on my back staring at the stars through the awning of trees above me to let my mind wander. Would she have brown or black fur? Would it be a brindle hue? She had curly hair. I had never seen a wolf with tight curls. If she turned, would her hair straighten as a human? Or would the curls translate into her coat? I couldn’t wait to find out.

I smiled. But like every other bit of my happiness lately, I wasn’t surprised when my thoughts were interrupted. The sounds of their approach reached my ears moments before their scent raised the hairs in my nose. I thought I left them at the camp. Guess Mary wasn’t the only one who had come to check on me. “Mary…wake up. We have company.”

It took a moment for the words to register, but she came to a fighting stance that could rival any wolf. I still knelt in front of her. Strange. I could scent them all. Where was their cover? We ducked under the seam of the door to find out.

“I warned you, son. I can’t protect you from this.” The Alpha of the Alakin Pack was here.

He stepped forward, flanked by my mother and William. Three more were behind them. I was wrong…it was six. A pyramid of powerful old-world wolf marched towards me. They all wore the same jumpsuits, but the zippers were only half-way closed. That had to be why I could scent them.

William focused on me as he bent at the waist and the magic inside him bled through the suit. His body contorted and reformed into an over-muscled grey wolf. The fabric moved with him, and allowed the fur to push through. The only indication he still had the suit on was a slight band around his paws.

When one wolf shifts the transformation calls out to any wolves around to do the same. I struggled to stay in human form.

When an Alpha approaches you with his Beta by his side, it’s rarely to invite you over for dinner. Valuing my main-course-self and my side dish inside the tent, I tried reason first. “There are other ways to make money that don’t involve harvesting. You know your young are going to have trouble adjusting if you keep them out much longer. Putting them into society would risk exposure, but something tells me you weren’t going to do that anyway.”

My father rolled his shoulders back. His chest puffed, and his power as an Alpha bled through the clearing. It took effort to keep my head up. By the hate in his eyes, I wasn’t sure if that was a smart move. The others behind my father weren’t registering my words. They were responding to their Alpha’s will. Even if I made sense with my accusation, they would follow my father.

“Your honor means something to you, even if what I’m saying doesn’t. Sending innocent people to be slaughtered isn’t honorable. I can take them on. I can help them learn to adapt. We could end this without the bloodshed you are obviously planning.”

My mother pushed to the front, but that was not compassion in her eyes. “You are the one with no honor. You have betrayed your Pack, your parents, twice now.”

“How, Mother, how have I betrayed you?” Other than having sex with their intended target. Really good sex.

She held a hand back as the wolf next to her snarled. “You will get your time, William, but first my son will have a chance to give honor to his death by apologizing.”

A twig popped in the tree. All of us looked up. A distraction. I felt Mary yanked away from me. Her surprised squeak nearly triggered a rampage, but I knew who it was with a sniff of the air. Last time I had smelled that stale air in an empty jar scent mixed with blood was the night Amber had turned.

Shelly Meyers was here.