Love's a Witch (25 page)

“Are we doing this now? Because honestly I think I need some mental preparation. Magical preparation wouldn’t hurt either.” Or I was stalling. Bleeding usually meant pain. I was ready for the wolf part. The pain part? Not so much.

He released my arm and his hands traced from my elbows up to my shoulders. He pushed me against the side of the van.

“I am not turning you right now, but there is something else I am in desperate need of from you.”

He leaned in and kissed me. His tongue wrapped around mine and before pulling back he nipped my lip just a bit. Not enough to draw blood, but the sting made me gasp. He began to lick and nibble over my neck, his tongue leaving a sizzling trail against my heating body. I had never responded to a man like this before. Maybe I needed more than just a man. Maybe I needed a little bit of an animal.

“What if someone comes over here?” I couldn’t see anything as my eyes lost focus.

“Any vampire hybrid that values keeping their limbs attached to their body wouldn’t interrupt what I am about to do to you.” He sniffed my neck, and exhaled wonderful warm breath over me. “I’m in front of you. The van is behind you. And I can’t keep my hands off my mate any longer.”

“Works for me.” As I wiggled beneath him and began to try and kick off the boots I was still wearing, the possibility of getting caught just added to the fire he was stoking inside me. He grunted and held my neck with his teeth, gripped my hips with his hands and thrust his entire body against mine, pinning me against the van. I could feel his hardness press against me, and felt the heat soften my core.

He rotated his hips against me and my eyes crossed with the intensity of want. He licked another trail around the ridge of my ear. Shivers ran from my skull to the small of my back. “You’ve been torturing me with the thought that I couldn’t turn you, all because you wanted the control.”

It wasn’t a question but I felt the need to answer anyway. “I haven’t had much control in my life up until now. I want at least one major decision to be mine.”

“Are you sure you and Amber aren’t related?” He pulled back to look at me like he was about to find some genetic marker I shared with my bestie.

“Not in this life, but who knows? We came together for a reason.” Being someone who gets visions of the future, I had to believe in destiny at this point.

“Well, now you and I need to come together. Repeatedly.” He emphasized his point by rocking his hips from side to side.

The ridge of his erection rolled back and forth against my belly. He was so hard and so hot. I wanted nothing more than to wrap my hands around him and stroke. I tucked my hands between us and started working my way south. Craig grabbed my wrists and held them over my head.

“I will give you all the control you want in our day-to-day life. But, Mary, I am a wolf. I need you to be mine when we are together like this. My wolf is beating against me to make you mine. He won’t be caged. Give me the reigns. I promise to make it amazing.”

He sucked my earlobe and continued his verbal assault of sexy words. “I will kiss every inch of this lush body and make you scream with pleasure before taking my own. Every orgasm you have feeds me. You’re my mate, and your pleasure is mine. Let me give it to you.”

“Okay.”

Those two syllables were all the permission he needed. He gripped the neckline of my shirt and the middle of my bra, and in one loud tear ripped both open. I left my hands against the van where he put them. He was in control. I would stay where I was.

He leaned back enough to stare at me. My nipples peaked at the exposure to the air and his hot gaze. He leaned in and licked a circle around the tip. They ached for pressure or a pinch, but instead of relief I got a hot breath over them. Groans left my mouth and my body instinctively arched towards him.

My jeans were next to go. He didn’t slip them off. He grabbed the seam down one leg and tore them from waist to ankle, before repeating the process on the other leg. The fabric puddled beneath my spread legs. I tried to toe off the boots, but he shook his head. Okay. He liked the boots. I had myself a wolfy cowboy.

Craig threw my shredded clothes through the open van window and told me to stay still. He backed up a few paces. “Spread your legs for me. Wider.”

I leaned against the van and spread my body for his view. I couldn’t help but squirm under his gaze. He was drinking me in, and I was getting turned on more than if his hands were all over me. A breeze picked up and the air brushed up against my inner lips. They spread on a sigh. I was open to him like I had never been for anyone before.

“You don’t know how many nights I dreamed of you like this. All those nights in the library. This is how I wanted you to read to me. I wanted your voice to tempt me while I ravaged your body.” He stepped back up to me, still fully dressed. His t-shirt was soft, but the rasp of the cotton against my heavy breasts was torture. I wanted his hands. His jeans against the bare skin over my mound was too much. I tried to tilt my hips and get the sensation where I needed it, but he was just out of reach. “Your body is more beautiful than I ever imagined. This reality…it’s better than any fantasy.”

“You should write this down. You’d have any woman melting in your hands.” Not that I wanted anyone else melting for him, but damn he was good.

“What about you? Will you melt in my hands?” His fingers slid between my folds. The easy slide into my pussy was my body telling him, yes, I already had. Two fingers began a slow hard stroke in and out of me. He curled them and hooked my g-spot with an expert’s touch. Our lips met and when he began pinching my nipples with his free hand I couldn’t keep still. I wrapped my arms around him and dug my nails in his shoulders.

“If you need to use those hands, unzip my jeans. I want you so bad it hurts.”

I was shaking as the zipper slipped down and revealed inch after inch of soft curls surrounding delicious skin. An awkward bend of his hips and his heavy shaft was finally released. I wrapped my hand around it and my pussy grabbed his fingers, remembering how heavenly he felt when he stretched inside me.

“Oh, you want my cock in you, don’t you?” Craig’s fingers fluttered inside me as he talked.

“Yes. Please fuck me, Craig. I want you.”

“Not yet. Not until you come for me first.” He pressed in with his fingers and began to thrust, until I caught the rhythm.

Then he ducked down so fast my hands scrambled to grab the van for balance. Good thing too. He lifted my legs. The cowboy boots dug into his back as he threw my trembling thighs over his shoulders.

His tongue flicked over my clit, and the bud swelled and pulsed. A finger found my drenched pussy again, and he flicked back and forth against my g-spot as his tongue went into hyperdrive. He beat my little clit into submission and my orgasm exploded inside me. I screamed at the intensity.

My eyes opened and the red clouds of our mating aura blocked out everything else. We were the only people in the world right then, and it was amazing. I shook as Craig licked and kissed every last tremor from me. I stabilized enough to move my hands from the metal of the van to the softness of his hair.

I held him close, as the licks and kisses went to pets and nibbles. Then he began to build the rhythm again with his fingers and tiny bites with his teeth. My mellow descent turned back into a needy climb.

“Craig. Let me lick you. I want you in my mouth.” I wanted him everywhere, but I needed something to do, and I wanted to make him feel as good as he was making me feel.

“Later. There’s somewhere else I want to be.”

I held onto his hair for dear life as he thrust into my pussy with his magic fingers.

“Are you ready for me?”

“Fuck, yes.”

I was unsteady on my feet as the boots hit the gravel again. Luckily the van held me up. He turned me around and I leaned my face against the metal, now warmed from my skin. His hands traced the curve of my spine, and my hips lifted like a cat’s for him to continue petting me. Hell, I may have purred.

When his cock plunged inside of me, it was all over. There was nothing but red and warmth and sex. He pounded into me over and over again, but I needed more. I pushed off of the van in front of me, meeting his intensity thrust for thrust. Every nerve ending came to life. Then his teeth sank into my aching neck and we both came in a rush.

He kept a slow thrust going until we both could breathe again. The red aura began to fade. The reality that we were still outside, Craig was still dressed, and I was naked except for his boots, started to sink in.

Craig laughed. “When we finally have sex in a bed it will be quite the novel experience won’t it?”

A quick zip and button, and Craig was dressed. The puddle of now unusable fabric in the front seat of the van mocked me. My mate stripped his shirt off and slipped it over my head. Being the mountain of man that he was, it covered enough to be decent.

Just in time too. Jake and Amber came from Kari’s house with our duffel bags, ready to go. Amber burst out laughing. I suppose if it was her, with no clothing on due to some hot monkey sex, I would have laughed too. She handed me a couple more pieces of clothing and a glorious underwire bra.

“Welcome to the world of supernatural sex, Mary. Clothing bills will go through the roof, but it is soooo worth it.”

I went back in the house. There was a guest bath just to the right of the dining room, and I got dressed quickly. In the pile of clothes was a hair tie. Amber thought of everything. When I reached into the pocket of the jeans, I really had to smile. A piece of Dove chocolate was inside. The kind with little sayings inside. The kind Kari had shared our first night here.

Enjoy the little things. Relish in the big things. Fight for the ones that count.

That was what life was really about. The chocolate awesomeness melted on my tongue and gave me a little burst of energy. More happy fires lit inside me.

I was going to become a werewolf tonight. A witch/werewolf hybrid, I guess. Look out world. I could work a spell and soon do more than just metaphorically chase my tail. I would have to get used to the whole getting naked thing. Or maybe we could swipe some of those fancy jump suits from the Alakin Pack. The wolves grew up getting naked during a shift. If I looked like some of the women in that Pack, I might be okay with it too, but I had a lot more jiggle than they did. Craig said he bought a suit from his parents. Hmm. I wondered if he brought it back with him.

A quick look around the laundry room, and I found a suit. It was a bit long in the legs and arms, but I needed the extra booty room. The material felt slick, but stretched easily. It was not the most flattering garment, but I could go for an X-Men look if it meant I wouldn’t have to get naked to shift. Did Clan’s have a logo? We could wear the suits and fight crime in our spare time. Then I thought about Craig emerging from the woods in all his glory. We could all wear them, except Craig. I just might shred any suits in his size. That man should live naked.

Chapter Thirty

Craig

“Are you ready for this?” Jake looked directly at me, even as I leaned around him to watch for Mary.

“What do you mean, am I ready? Shouldn’t we be asking Mary? She’s the one turning.” She was taking a while, though. What did women do in the bathroom? They stayed in there forever.

“Exactly. She will fall asleep, and rest during the finale. You are the one left holding her body as it changes. Hoping you did the right thing, and praying to whatever deity you can conjure that everything will be alright. All the signs point to this working, but you have to be stronger here than you suspect.”

Leave it to Jake’s photographic memory to replay the horror of Amber’s turning in his mind, forcing him to share. The miasma was a great asset, but it was a little difficult when this ‘know-it-all’ juice he had was aimed at you.

“I am stronger because she is with me,” I said. “Together we can get this done, and we’ll be ready to fight at your side. You and Amber are my Alphas. This is my Pack, my Family, my Clan. I believe in what you both stand for.” I did too.

The feud between the Paulson Pack and the Meyers Family wasn’t all that unusual. People like my parents, people like the Matheo…they held themselves above everyone else. They operated on a mob mentality, expecting all other supernatural creatures to fall in line. If we couldn’t accept each other and our own differences, how would the human race ever hope to accept us?

“You add to our strength, Craig. I never planned on breaking away from my Family. But now I see that uncovering the truth is far more important to me than living without conflict in a state of ignorance.” Jake looked towards the sky. Sometimes I wondered if he felt the loss of the connection with his father.

“Jake, this was happening way before you, not because of you. We’ll fix it. Together.” I would have said more, but I caught Mary’s scent. The mating pheromones, and the smell of sex found my nose as she left the house. She locked up and tucked the key in her pocket. Her smile wasn’t timid and shy like it used to be. She gave all of herself with that grin. The sun shined brighter than it ever did and we all headed out to the woods. We were creating her new life with our Clan by our side. I couldn’t wait to get started.

Chapter Thirty-One

Mary

Okay, so I am brave. I am really brave. Amber had snacked on me before when she was unconscious and dying. And Craig had bit me more than once at this point. So the only new thing I had to do was bleed a lot more than normal and drink some blood myself.
Easy, right?