Red Eclipse

by McKayla Schutt

  He couldn’t wait until her heat ended so he could really explore her body. Every fiber in him needed her to come. In the cramped bathroom, their options were limited. His hands dug into her, while his mouth explored her neck line.

  Olsen pumped fast into her sweet core. She tried not to moan, but he picked up his pace, trailing kisses on her neck, before he nibbled on her ear. She cried out his name, sending a new wave of desire through his body. I want to hear my name like that again. His teeth grated against the base of her neck, making her moan louder. Her hands roamed into his hair, and he groaned, sending heat through his body. She bucked her hips and almost sent him over the edge. Her feet dug into his back, signaling she would reach her bliss soon.

  “Olsen,” Alia gasped. She shuddered under his grip as her orgasm took over her body. He released seconds behind her; a growl left his chest as he spilled his seed into her wet pussy. The plane shook under them, bringing him back to the present. Everything but her had vanished. He didn’t care if the pilots heard Alia scream from the pleasure he gave her. They stayed there for a few minutes, catching their breaths.

  “I love you, Olsen.” He leaned back, and she looked into his eyes.

  “I love you.” He kissed her. Olsen poured his heart into his kiss. He wanted her to know he would protect her no matter what. A tap on the door made her jump. He may have only met her a few days ago, but she had successfully tamed him and wrapped herself around his heart.

  “We are about to land, guys.” Drake chuckled. The blush returned to her cheeks.

  “Better get seated,” Olsen said, and she nodded. The nervous tension returned as she pulled her pants up her body. This has to fucking work. I could kill every seeker so no one can follow her again. The idea brought him satisfaction as they returned to their seats.

  Chapter Twenty-One

  Alia

  OLSEN PAID FOR A RENTAL truck and everyone climbed in. Alia’s nerves were shot, every fiber wanted to convince Olsen this wasn’t going to work. Her coven resided about a hour and a half away from the nearest airport. After about thirty minutes, Alia wished she had been the driver. That way she could flip around and scurry away. Her stomach twisted in knots, while her palms sweated profusely, making her pants damp from rubbing them so much.

  “Turn here,” Alia said, as she pointed to go left, and her mate nodded. The truck was filled almost the same way as before, but with Matt and Heather switched. Heather felt slightly nauseated and could relax better being up front. Alia looked around the car and found Matt’s rigid form in the back seat, which did nothing to calm her nerves. Alia pulled her hair into a ponytail. A wave of chills covered her forearms. Taking a deep breath, she pushed the uneasy sensation down. Something is wrong.

  From the left, a light flew out of nowhere and hit the truck, the force pushing it onto its side, making the metal scrape against the pavement and sliding into the dirt. A crunch sounded when the roof hit a tree, pushing it in a bit.

  Alia’s head whipped around to see what damage her companions had sustained. Her head throbbed from the odd angle, making her ears pound. Heather lay unconscious next to her. Luckily, the window hadn’t broke, as her head rested against it. A few figures stepped into Alia’s view. Without thinking, she put her hands up, using a spell to push them back. The windshield shattered, and the figures flew back into the trees.

  “Good job, Alia.” Olsen’s voice seemed to be far away, even though he sat right next to her. Alia shook her head, trying to clear the fog. Bastard used paco in the spell. Alia’s mind raced to remember how to counteract the herb. Lust.

  “Olsen, I need you to touch me.” His hand grabbed hers and Alia shook her head frantically. She raced an invisible clock; if the fog consumed her, she would pass out. Knowing deep down, if she let the blackness take over, she would certainly die. If she passed out, she wouldn’t be able to defend herself from Dean’s wrath.

  “No... I need... it to be...” Fuck. “Sexual.” Alia gasped as the haze took over her vision. No, not that fast. Once the students reached sixteen, the elders used a small defensive spell to show the coven teens how paco worked.

  “What?” Olsen’s hand squeezed her wrist tight. She shook off his hand, pulled his fingers to her inner thigh, and moved it up. “This isn’t the time, love,” he whispered low. She barely made out his words. He used his index finger, she pressed it into her clit, making a moan escape her lips. The fog faded, returning her vision. She looked into her mate’s eyes to see confusion in the moonlight.

  “Hard to explain. Trust me,” Alia begged him. He nodded and rubbed her clit through the fabric of her jeans. Olsen readjusted, then shoved his large hand down her pants. The contact made her moan again, bringing back more clarity. She heard Drake and Matt helping Anne out of the truck. A low growl rippled through her sexy mate, and her core clenched. He managed to get one finger in, and she cried out as an orgasm took over her body. Once her body stopped shuddering, everything became painfully clear.

  “Better?”

  “Yes.” Alia kissed him hard. “Let’s get out of this truck.” Olsen nodded. Glass crunched behind Alia.

  “Is Heather okay?” Matt asked. Alia touched her neck searching for her pulse.

  “She’s knocked out, but she’s breathing.” Alia unbuckled and slid over. Careful not to hurt Heather, Alia climbed through the broken windshield. The figures she had knocked down were running toward the crash. Olsen followed close behind her.

  He growled and shifted mid-air and landed on a male witch, his clothes falling into a shredded pile on the dirt. The witch had no time to block the attack. More figures surrounded the wrecked truck. A low cry came from the witch under Olsen. Alia heard a male voice yell and a small fire started on Olsen’s back leg.

  Oh, hell no!

  Her mate howled before he ripped the witch’s head off. Alia waved her hand, putting the flame out as Olsen lunged for the male who had cast the spell. A snap rang out, and the witch collapsed under Olsen’s strong form. Alia turned to see three more wolves attacking witches coming from the rear. A light came from Alia’s right side, this time she blocked it and yelled her favorite fire spell. A male’s scream pierced the night. More seekers came out from behind trees.

  Maybe I should call my coven. The idea filled Alia’s head. She closed her eyes, and pictured her Aunt Jina in her small two-bedroom home.

  “Digior.” Alia cast her spell, calling her Aunt Jina for help. Dean entered the small clearing, bringing a fog with him. Alia shook out her body and faced the seeker. He raised a small flash of light into the air, illuminating how many seekers there were. Was it an illusion, or his real numbers? She couldn’t be a hundred percent sure at the moment.

  “Surrender, Alia. I will kill you quickly.” Dean’s voice boomed. He’s using magic to make his voice louder, cocky son-of-a-bitch. Olsen growled and moved his body in front of her. The top of his back reached the middle of her stomach.

  “Fuck you, Dean.” She took in a huge breath, bringing in strength. “Does the coven know what you have been doing to new members?”

  A flash of fear crossed Dean’s eyes, but it disappeared fast. A wicked grin replaced it. “What if they do?” Alia’s heart skipped a beat. No! If Dean wasn’t a liar, then calling for her aunt would end badly. Yet, she didn’t see any female seekers here. There weren’t coven males in the mix which gave her a slight bit of hope.

  “You’re lying. They will get here and put you in your place.” Alia’s hands clammed up. Under the surface, she had been freaking out; but on the outside, she stood her ground and squared her shoulders.

  “I doubt they will actually help you.” Dean motioned forward. Alia’s heart pounded in her chest, she didn’t want him to be right. A few witches lunged forward, trying to hurt her, her mate, and their friends. Am I really worth this? So much destruction over little me. The idea crushed her heart as she blocked an incoming spell.

  Chapter Twenty-Two

  Olsen

  I SHOULD HAVE BRO
UGHT more people.

  Olsen tried to count all the seekers, but after the third wave, it was hard to keep track. I’ve failed her, damn it. He felt like he put her up as an offering for them to take her. He hadn’t expected so many. When Alia explained that a few rogue seekers might be the cause, he expected four or five at the most.

  Dean stood with a few males next to him. Another wave came toward Olsen and Alia. A loud growl left him as he jumped onto one of the attackers. He quickly killed one of them. Olsen lunged for another. Small flashes of light caught Olsen’s attention as he killed another witch. Alia had set two of the males, coming for him, on fire.

  Olsen looked over to Alia. Sweat covered her face, and her legs shook under her body. He knew she wouldn’t be able to take this much longer.

  Dean yelled in anger as another wave lay dead at Olsen’s paws. Before he waved his hand forward, a low hum vibrated in the air. Olsen backed up toward Alia. Her hand grabbed his fur tight. He met her gaze, and she mouthed the word coven. He prayed they would help and not take his mate. He would die before he gave her up.

  Most of the seekers backed up into the shadows, leaving a small space between the wreck and the attackers. A flash of light hurt Olsen’s eyes. He blinked and figures slowly popped into focus on the ground between the two groups. The figures, mostly women, were holding each others hands in a large circle, facing outward. An older female in the center faced Alia and Olsen. Another flash, and another older female appeared behind the first in the center to face Dean.

  “Enough!” A woman’s voice boomed, making everyone freeze. Her voice held power similar to an alpha.

  “This witch has broken the laws by killing seekers. She needs to be punished,” Dean yelled into the quiet night. Alia’s grip tightened into Olsen’s fur. He caught a hint of fear coming from his beautiful mate. Olsen pushed back the growl threatening to escape. No one makes my mate scared without punishment. Images of him killing Dean filled his mind. Olsen had come to the realization Dean was a strong witch. Olsen might not have the best advantage, but he would protect Alia no matter what the cost to himself.

  “Alia,” the female facing him called out.

  “Aunt Jina.” Alia’s voice shook. Olsen turned to lick away the tears falling down her face. “Thank you,” she whispered to him.

  “Who are the wolves?” Jina’s strong voice held disdain. Heather had finally woken up and Matt helped her out of the truck.

  “This is Olsen,” Alia waved her hand toward him. “These are his friends: Anne, Drake, Heather, and Matt.”

  “Why are they here?” Jina snapped out the question. Olsen couldn’t stop the growl from leaving him that time. Jina’s eyes narrowed toward Olsen’s glare. He shifted into his human-form.

  “I’m here to protect my mate from them, since you did nothing for her,” Olsen said through gritted teeth as he wrapped his arm around Alia. It never occurred to Olsen how much he already hated Alia’s coven for leaving her on her own until then. He stood tall, even in his naked human-form.

  “Mutt, learn your place. I’m talking to my niece. Not you.” Jina narrowed her eyes. Olsen lurched forward, but Alia stopped him. Her thumbs rubbed circles in his arm.

  “Look at me.” Alia’s voice helped to slightly calm his anger. Olsen stopped glaring at Jina and met his mate’s light blue eyes. “She might want you to attack. Let me handle this.”

  He nodded his head once. Alia turned to face Jina. Olsen wrapped his hands around Alia, and pulled her body flush with his. He placed a quick kiss onto her hair to help keep himself grounded.

  “Dean, Olsen, and Alia. Come to the center,” the woman who had spoken to Dean first commanded. Alia shrunk into Olsen’s hold.

  “I have your back,” Olsen whispered. She nodded. He kept one hand on her back as they walked toward the witches. Jina and every other witch wore long black cloaks, giving a hint of mystery to the coven. The woman who had demanded they move into the circle had long grey hair down her back with her hood off. She looked to be the oldest of all the witches.

  Dean joined the circle with a sneer on his face. He folded his arms and puffed out his chest.

  “This mutt shouldn’t be in a witch’s circle,” Dean snapped.

  “This werewolf is my mate, Dean. Show him respect or he will rip your head off,” Alia practically growled back. Damn right I will. Olsen felt awkward being surrounded by witches, but he wasn’t going to show it.

  “Alia, did you kill a seeker the night you became a member?” the grey-haired lady asked.

  “In self-defense, Elder Cherish. Yes, I did,” Alia spoke as her shoulders lifted as she faced the woman.

  “Murder,” Dean hissed. Alia’s hand tightened on Olsen’s arm.

  “He was trying to rape me!” Alia spat toward Dean. She left Olsen’s hands and stood inches away from Dean’s face. “I would do it again if it meant his hands didn’t touch me.” Alia growled.

  “Back away, or I will make your mutt scream in pain.” Dean’s eyes narrowed on Alia.

  “Do it, and I will kill you myself.” Alia stood her ground. Elder Cherish opened her mouth, but it shut when she looked at Olsen. Sharp agonizing pain filled Olsen’s body, and he dropped to his knees.

  “Olsen,” Alia gasped. Searing agony spread under his skin like the night he had been shot from the hunter. Sweat covered Olsen’s body as heat tickled his flesh, but he couldn’t figure out where it came from. A scream, then a thud echoed in his ears. A small wave of relief lasted a moment. Olsen ground his teeth together to keep himself from screaming. No way in hell he would show any weakness to anyone. He looked down at his chest, tiny cuts littered his torso, silver leaking from each small cut. Olsen collapsed onto the cold ground, and Alia ran over to him.

  “I have you, Olsen.”

  “Don’t touch it.” Olsen’s voice was weak to his own ears. His vision turned clouded.

  “Valetudo basar!” Alia closed her eyes as she yelled the spell in quick succession of threes. The silver left his body and seeped into the ground. Some of the cuts started to heal as Alia fell onto him. Her heartbeat slowed.

  “No!” Olsen grabbed her and tried to wake her up. Adrenaline coursed through his body. “Shift, baby,” Olsen called out, but Alia gave no response. Jina moved over toward them. Olsen wrapped his arms around his mate, and narrowed his eyes toward Jina.

  “I’m going to help her.” Jina put her hands up, looking sincere. Alia’s heartbeat slowed even more. Olsen nodded once. Thoughts of losing her forever consumed his mind as Jina kneeled down toward his mate. Anger coursed through his body; he had failed his mate by not being able to prepare more for Dean’s attack. When a werewolf attacked, he knew what to do, but he realized he can’t fight against magic so easily.

  I can’t lose her!

  Her heart stopped beating.

  “Alia!”

  Chapter Twenty-Three

  Olsen

  Four days later...

  OLSEN CONTINUED TO remind himself Alia was healing. Alia rested on the couch in Jina’s home. Dean was dead, and Olsen would have been too, if Alia hadn’t saved him. Olsen’s sleep-deprived body ached from sitting in the tiny chair next to his mate. Elaine, Alia’s long time friend, left over an hour ago to work at one of the local shops. Olsen had met her a few days ago. Last night, his mate had moved a bit, which gave him hope she would wake soon.

  “Eat, Mutt.” Jina shoved a plate of food into his hands. “My niece didn’t try to sacrifice herself for you to starve.” Jina sneered. She was only slightly politer when guests came to visit Alia. Her kindness vanished once they were alone. A few days ago, she had tried to explain what was going on with Alia, but it had gone through one ear and out the other.

  Olsen knew he needed to eat, but his appetite had been gone as he watched Alia heal. If only she had shifted, she would have healed by now. Olsen popped a chip into his mouth as he stared at his mate’s closed eyes. He took a deep inhale of her scent in an attempt to bring himself relief. A smell stopped
him from taking in another chip. Her scent had changed from the strong citrus to a warm honey scent. Olsen thought back to his sister. She’d had the same change in her scent. She’s pregnant!

  Olsen looked up to Jina, wanting at first to tell her, but decided not to. He wanted to scream it to everyone. The past few days had made it clear Jina didn’t like him, or any werewolves, for that matter. Heather, Matt, Drake and Anne rested at a hotel in the nearest town to the coven. All of them had healed from their scrapes and bruises like Olsen. Heather and Anne made a point to wait close by so they could see Alia once she woke up.

  Jina looked like she was going to say more when Alia took a deep breath. The scent of panic filled his nose as Alia’s body shook for a moment. Her eyes popped open, meeting Olsen’s immediately. Olsen placed his food on the ground and wrapped his hand over her shoulder. She sighed, and her face relaxed.

  “Olsen.” Her voice cracked. Olsen helped her sit up, and grabbed the bottle of water he had been nursing, then handed it to his mate. She took a few large gulps before another sigh left her pink lips.

  “How are you feeling?” Olsen looked her over.

  “Sore, but fine.” Alia looked around. “Thank you, Aunt Jina.” Jina glided over toward Alia, placing a quick kiss on her forehead.

  “I do love you, no matter what you choose.” She lifted Alia’s face to look her over, then kissed her again.

  “Choose?” Alia’s eyebrows knitted together.

  “Yes. Choose to rejoin your coven, or leave with the mutt.” Jina puffed out her chest as if she knew Alia would pick her. A low growl left Olsen’s lips before he managed to stop it. He knew Jina wanted to have her niece back, but he’d wanted Alia to relax, not stress over this choice. Deep down, he wished Alia would say ‘Fuck off, I have my mate’ so they could leave this crappy place.