Cowboy Bikers MC: Werewolves

by Esther E. Schmidt

I crash to my knees, pain assaulting my body.

  “No fear. Embrace. Unite as one and run free.” Figor’s comforting words flow through my head.

  Placing my hands on the floor, I brace myself and connect our gaze. His eyes soften. Adoration flows with warmth through my veins. The craving to run with him starts to swirl in my heart.

  No fear.

  Embrace.

  I remind myself and take a deep breath. My eyes fall shut and instantly my body feels as if it’s being stung by millions of bees. A scream rips from my chest as it flows into a tormented howl. I can’t carry my own weight with the pain crashing through me and I fall to the floor.

  The sound of soft whimpers has me fighting to open my eyes. Blinking a few times, I realize the pain has faded. My eyesight is sharper and the thick black nose nuzzling my face is one I adore.

  Pushing myself up I instantly become aware of the full change when my hands are no longer skin but consist of thick white fur and nails, blue flames dancing over me. I shake myself from nose to tail and feel the strength and power flowing through my veins.

  I want to run is the first thought hitting me full force.

  Figor trots to the back door and pushes it open, staying in the doorway to look back at me. Without a thought I simply follow as he jumps into a run. My nails dig into the dirt and I push my body to let the trained muscles do their work.

  Wind is rushing past me. My senses are sharp and extended. No fear. There’s an ultimate sense of control as I follow my mate through the long grass along the pastures of the ranch. He’s headed for the wide-open space up ahead and I feel the need to push my body harder.

  My heart is beating fast but it’s not from the way I demand my body to work, but it’s from this moment right here where I’ve succeeded to embrace a part of myself which was lost until my mate discovered what was rooted deep inside me.

  I chase my mate through the night, the space up ahead showing no limitations where I feel every touch of the wind through my fur as different scents fill my nose. Yet there’s only one igniting a whole different craving.

  Figor.

  My mate.

  He takes a sharp turn and flows from a run into a slower pace and ultimately to a stop. Standing next to him, I take in my surroundings and love the small pond where the moon is mirrored in the water. It’s peaceful and private.

  His head bumps softly against mine, curling underneath my head as he nuzzles my muzzle. There’s a sudden urge to kiss him and an image of tugging his black hair while capturing his lips with mine assaults me.

  A hot flash flows through my veins followed by a burst of pain. I throw my head back and howl, softly it flows into an agonizing scream before I swallow hard and take a deep breath. Fuck. Shifting back might have cost me less effort, it did however hurt just as bad.

  Figor falls to his knees before me and takes my face into his hands. “Are you okay? You were so fucking strong. Damn. You’re gorgeous, you know that? Fuck.”

  I’m prevented from answering his question as he crashes his mouth to mine. His tongue stabs in between my lips in search for mine as he deepens the kiss. Our hands roam over our naked bodies. He gently guides me to my back.

  I let my legs fall open to create a place only meant for him as he plasters his body against mine. The tip of his dick is already nudging my entrance but to my surprise Figor breaks the kiss and moves down my body.

  “I have to taste what’s mine,” he rumbles and kisses a trail down my breasts.

  He takes one of my nipples between his teeth, making a jolt of pain mixed with pleasure run down my spine. I slide my fingers into his short black hair, ranking my nails over his scalp. A rumble of satisfaction flows through him as he makes his way down until he’s hovering over my pussy.

  He closes his eyes and inhales deep. His eyes flash open and the blue is a neon glow in the dark night. He keeps our gaze connected as he inches closer and opens his mouth. The moment his tongue hits my pussy and slides through my folds is when I have to break our connection.

  My eyes roll into the back of my head when he covers my clit and flicks it with his tongue while sucking…holy shit. I release a needy moan and shamelessly rub my pussy in his face, needing more friction to chase the pleasure and liberate my pending orgasm.

  And it hits me like a freight train coming out of nowhere when white hot bliss slams into me. I scream Figor’s name and beg for him to go on, but his hands grip my hips as he roughly flips me over and pulls my hips up.

  A hand between my shoulder blades pushes me against the ground at the same time he enters me in one hard stroke, a guttural growl rips from his throat. His fingernails dig into my hips to keep me pinned as the slaps of our bodies fill the air.

  Either my orgasm prolongs or he’s creating a whole new one but the flow of pleasure keeps rising. My pussy ripples around his hard length as he fills me up, each stroke hitting deeper, connecting us on all levels.

  And yet it’s not enough. Even if I can almost taste our connection, the intensity hot and welcome, I need more. I want our bond in place. I risk a glance over my shoulder. His gaze is fixed on where we’re connected, watching himself slide in and out of me.

  I manage to brace myself on one hand while sliding the other one down my body. Feeling the way his balls curl around my mound with the force he’s driving into my body. A grunt leaves his throat when he feels my touch. His thrusts falter for a moment before it urges him on.

  Our gaze is connected and I have his full attention. I need it to give myself to him. My head slides to the side as I offer him my bare neck. His body instantly warms my back, his breath fanning over my skin.

  “Are you sure, love?” he croaks.

  “You’re mine, Figor…now make me yours,” I demand with my heart wrapped around each word.

  “Fuck,” he whispers right before I feel his tongue trace the spot where my neck meets my collarbone.

  His teeth sink into my neck while his dick keeps pounding my pussy. The bite sets off my orgasm as I surrender to both the pleasure and my mate. The feel of hot jets filling my womb increases my pleasure as Figor empties himself inside me.

  We crash to the ground. Strong arms surround me as Figor turns us and drapes me over his chest to be able to gently lick the spot where he claimed me. I pull back and kiss him hard. Our teeth clash and driven by the taste of my blood on his tongue I bite his bottom lip to draw his blood. Mingled together as one he growls and instantly overtakes the kiss.

  The moment in life you realize you love a person is when your heart is filled with all the emotions and memories leading up to this point. Some don’t need months or years, some only days, but it never diminishes the strength and intensity of those feelings.

  Mine are as strong as Figor’s because being mated is to be able to experience what your other half is experiencing. We’re connected on all levels. We might not know each and every thought but to be able to sense pain, hurt, discomfort, love, these emotions give the ability to react and be there for your mate for whatever he needs.

  “Fucking perfect,” he sighs in contentment.

  “Yes,” I croak, relishing in the fact I’ve never felt more at peace than I do in this moment, lying on top of the man I intend to spend the rest of my eternal life with.

  The hairs on the back of my neck stand on end. Figor flashes up, taking me with him as he stands in one fluid motion and pushes me behind his back as suddenly six men appear at the edge of the pond. Holy shit balls. It’s my dad along with my uncles. I’m naked, dammit, and so is Figor. This is bad. No, worse by the look on my father’s face.

  “Prepare to die for hurting my daughter,” my father thunders.

  “Can I kill him?” Baldar, my older brother, asks my father as he steps out from behind him.

  “We can do it together, like the last three times we demolished a few pain in the ass werewolves,” Jagger, my vampire uncle, suggests.

  “Kill me now,” I grumble in shame.

  “Get the fuck
off my property,” Figor growls.

  And to top it off…this is the moment my mother–along with my aunts–appear from out of nowhere, clearly using my aunt’s ability to flash from one place to another.

  “Fucking hell woman, close your eyes,” my father snaps.

  I place my forehead against Figor’s back while I try to keep myself together. My mother and aunts are staring at my mate who is naked. Naked, dammit.

  “I didn’t hurt your daughter nor would I ever,” Figor snaps, as if he doesn’t have his dick on show in front of half my family.

  “Oh,” my mother gasps. “He’s her–”

  “No,” my father growls. “I won’t allow it. I won’t have a werewolf in our midst. We hunt and kill them, for fuck’s sake. Remember how many times we go hunting for a werewolf gone rogue? Fucking loads.”

  “Most times you use it as an excuse to get together,” my mother deadpans.

  My father ignores her remark and looks right at me when red fire starts to swirl his eyes. “Ophelia. You get your ass here right now.”

  He’s making me choose? He demands me to step away from my eternal mate?

  “Alastair,” my mother snaps.

  He ignores her again and growls, “I gave you the assignment to hunt a werewolf gone crazy, because those fuckers always go nuts, and what do you fucking do? Hook up with one.”

  Anger starts to swirl in my veins, the need to defend myself and my mate growing stronger with every beat of my heart.

  “Let’s all go home and we’ll talk this through,” my mother tries.

  “Talk?” my father rumbles. “He was in prison, Eliana. Prison. A werewolf. Our youngest daughter. No more talking. Come here, Ophelia. If you won’t protect yourself and think things through, we will decide for you.”

  It doesn’t matter if I can sense my mother’s anger or know deep down my father is doing this to protect me. He’s wrong. And yes, it might look bad with Figor having a criminal record and werewolves having a bad name in the supernatural world, but this is my mate.

  I know Figor is a good person. He’s honest, open, loving, a great alpha pack leader, president, and a rancher all in one. And if they are going to make me choose, I’ll always do the right thing; follow my heart.

  CHAPTER SEVEN

  – FIGOR –

  I know exactly who are standing in front of me. And I’m also very much aware I won’t be able to handle them on my own. I mean, one werewolf against two hellhounds, a vampire, a demon, and a dragon, along with a few women who are a mixture of supernaturals. Yeah, I’m a dead man for sure.

  But I don’t fucking care. This is my mate and I will die for her life and honor. My attention is drawn away from the confrontation and threat in front of me when I hear the cry of pain coming from behind me.

  “Dammit, love,” I grumble. “You should never shift when you’re driven by anger.”

  I throw an angry glare over my shoulder at her father. “Look what you’re fucking doing. You never, fucking ever, make anyone choose between loved ones.”

  I direct my gaze back to Opal but she already shifted into a glorious white guardian shape. It truly amazes me how beautiful she is. And even if she’s shifted in anger, she shifted quicker than the first time. With every shift it gets easier but the reason you should never shift in anger is because you magnify that anger when you’re in wolf form.

  Needless to say, for a werewolf it’s dangerous. We’re already hotheads and are easily triggered into fights and worse, violence is easier and vicious when you go back to your roots. I have no clue if this is the same for a guardian, but I’m not itching to find out.

  Opal jumps around me, baring her teeth at her family.

  “Stop, darlin,” I coo, but it’s no use, she doesn’t even see me, only her father who rejected her choice to love freely.

  A growl rips from me and in one smooth move I do a backward flip and shift mid-air, landing on all four paws right in front of Opal. A low rumble flows from me but her eyes are still pinned on her family.

  Multiple gasps and curses flow through the air. I don’t care what’s going on behind me, right now all that matters is calming my woman before she does something she will regret. We’re mated and since she’s now a part of my pack I could give her a direct order she wouldn’t be able to deny, but in this situation–adding more anger and domination–it could easily escalate.

  Instead, I lower my head and snuggle close, licking the side of her mouth in surrender to make sure she knows I respect her opinion and fully agree with her; because I’m fucking pissed too. This was our moment, our night. We just ran together in wolf form for the very first time. Had magnificent sex, and during perfection we mated for life.

  She leans into my touch and thankfully nuzzles me back. I take a few steps away from her to create the distance I need to shift back and drop to my knees in front of her, cupping the head of the most intriguing white wolf I have ever seen.

  “Shift back, love. There is no reason to fight your family. You know your father lashes out because of the magnitude of his love for you. You’re his little girl. Both my rap sheet and past events from my breed gives him doubts about us, but we’ll prove him wrong.”

  She takes her head out of my hands and takes a few steps back. Her head goes up and again her agonizing howl shifts into a scream as she embraces the shift back to her human form.

  Before she hits the ground, I have her in my arms. I don’t bother looking back at the ones standing behind me. “I’m taking her home, she’s exhausted. Needless to point out I didn’t hurt her. She isn’t in pain, and is well looked after. Either fuck off and leave us alone or join us in peace for a drink while we can go over this in a normal discussion instead of being judgmental.”

  I don’t even care if they stare at my naked ass walking away, all I care about is the woman who is clinging against me. Minutes pass before I’m able to step inside my cabin, heading straight to the bedroom and set her down near the bed.

  Placing a finger underneath her chin to tilt her head so I can connect our gaze, I let her know, “Take a shower, crawl into bed, or put on a change of clothes if you want to welcome your family into your home. It’s all your choice.”

  “I’m going to grab a quick shower before I slip something on.” She pushes herself up on her toes and swiftly connects our lips for a few seconds. “I’ll be right back.”

  I smack her ass. “Take your time, sweetness.”

  Stalking to my closet I grab a pair of jeans and pull them on before heading for the living room. A very crowded living room. A quick headcount gives me the knowledge there are eight people, all family members of Opal.

  “Coffee, anyone? Soda? Water? Beer?” I question.

  Alastair steps toward me. I hold my ground and face him. Whatever the fucker throws at me, I’ll gladly face. My soul is clean and my conscience doesn’t judge morals or actions I’ve done since I live by my own law and do right by every fucking person I meet.

  “You got my daughter to shift?” the man says with a load of emotion flowing through those words.

  “It’s all her, she’s stronger than you think,” I simply say.

  He shakes his head. “The hellhound part is practically nonexistent while her guardian form was dormant. As a last resort I tried to force a shift but even then there was not so much as a huff from the beast. Yet now? Full shift and by the speed of it I’m guessing she has done it a few times before.”

  “It was her second time,” I snap. “Second time and triggered by anger. It shouldn’t have happened, and the way she handled herself, shifting back without attacking, shows how fucking strong she is. Not the way she handles a shift, but the control she has on her emotions. You can fucking learn a thing or two from your daughter.”

  “Ooookay. There, there,” Opal’s mother says in a soothing tone while she places a hand on Alastair’s chest and faces me. “Hi. I’m Eliana, Ophelia’s mother.”

  “Figor,” I grunt.

  “Well, F
igor. Welcome to the family. Seeing the blue flames crackling around your black fur lets me know you two are mated. Am I correct?”

  Blue flames? What the hell is she talking about? “The blue flames dancing around your daughter’s fur,” I correct her.

  “Are you aware of all her abilities?” Alastair asks.

  I give a tight nod.

  “Then you know about her mother. Well, when we mated, I grew an extra head on my tail and a few other perks. Let’s just say mating with a supernatural mixture gives the mate extra strength. Hence you having blue flames and I’m guessing you weren’t always the size of a guardian, werewolf.” He shoots me a grin while all I can do is stare, stunned by the information he just gave me.

  “He wasn’t aware.” Jagger snorts.

  “He doesn’t seem like such a bad guy,” Vike says.

  “Nice, coming from a demon.” Jagger chuckles while Vike shoots him a glare.

  “Thanks for the information. I couldn’t care less. What I do care about is my old lady. Like I said, the shift was her second time. And both in one night. The first time was hard, the second time was forced by emotions caused by you. And with all of you standing in our house you’d better treat her right. I don’t care if I have to kick all of your asses, and die trying, but she’s worth it.”

  “No one’s fighting anyone, we’re family.” Eliana lets her stern look slide over the room.

  “Good thing the man knows he wouldn’t stand a chance but die trying anyway. Our niece did good,” Vaughn grunts.

  Who would have fucking thought I’d have a dragon shifter standing in my living room? I sure as fuck wouldn’t. Though, I knew there was a possibility I ran into them at some point seeing Opal has several aunts who are all mated with different supernaturals. All of them presidents of different Death by Reaper MC chapters. A long damn story and an even longer reason why.

  Point is, they are a tight family and are known to work together when needed. To prevent an apocalypse for instance. They’ve done it a few times already. All of these fuckers are powerful but I now realize it’s because of the sisters; Opal’s aunts. With them sharing some of their power with their mates they have become stronger.