Mating Their Witch

by Tl Reeve

  “Fuck me.” Zane ordered

  “What?”

  “Ride me,” he said. “Slide your tight-as-sin little pussy down on my cock and fuck me until you come.”

  “I'm not sure...” A bright-red flush covered her upper chest and face.

  “I am.” Zane wrapped his hand around his dick, lining it up with her pussy. He drew her down, so just the tip rested inside of her. “Ease down, slowly.”

  It shouldn't have surprised him, but it did when she pushed down and took all but the widest part of his dick in one thrust, he slammed the rest of his shaft into her. His breath caught in his chest. His head spun, and his heart hammered. Son of a bitch, she did it. She took him in one stroke.

  “Fuck!” He snarled. Her pussy struggled to accept the invasion of his dick. Hot and tight she wrapped around him while her pussy flexed and rippled, sending bolts of pleasure through him.

  “Oh, God!” she cried, trembling above him. The orgasm that exploded around him, caught him off guard and only made his dick harder.

  “Lean back. Place your hands on my thighs and roll your hips,” His gaze zeroed in where they were joined. “That's a pretty sight right there. My dick is balls-deep in your pussy.”

  “So good... feel so full.”

  Zane clenched his teeth and pleasure raced down his spine as her pussy milked his dick, demanding his cum. “Fuck, yeah, it does.”

  Jamie removed her hands from his thighs and placed them on his chest. “I can't, Zane. I just can't. I need you to take the control.”

  He flipped them again while keeping his dick buried tight and deep in her pussy and gave a satisfied grunt. “I'm not going to be easy.” He opened her up to his perusal. Her cream glistened on his cock as he thrust. “Fuck, so good.”

  “I don't want easy. I just want you.”

  “You've got me, mate.” Zane leaned over her body, placing his hands on the bed and increased his pace. He bottomed out on the second stroke; the tip of his dick rubbed her in the right spot. She went supernova around him, her cream coated his dick, and he groaned. “So fucking hot and wet.”

  “Zane... please... ohmigod,” Jamie moaned as he fucked her through one climax and straight into another. “I can't... it's too much.”

  “No, it's not,” Zane panted above her, sweat dripped down his face and landed on her breasts. “I'm deep inside you. You feel it don't you, little witch?”

  “Yes,” Jamie sobbed. “So deep inside of me. So hard.”

  “And you're going to feel me for days. Every time you move or bend, your pussy is going to remember me. Remember how hard I fucked you. You’ll come to crave it and know I can give it to you.” Zane clenched his jaw. It was heaven and hell being so deep inside his mate. His release built as the coil in his gut tightened. His balls were two tight spheres, pushing high against his dick.

  “Zane...”

  “Tell me what you need, Jamie.” He closed his eyes as pleasure washed over him. Drawing her nipple into his mouth, he sucked on the hard bead causing her pussy to ripple around him. “Fuck, yeah, little witch. Love it when you come on my dick. Tell me what you want. Don’t hold back from your Alpha.”

  “You!” she screamed. “Give it to me. I need you to come inside of me.” She writhed below him. Jamie dug her nails into his skin, scratching him as she trembled in his arms. Damn, she was amazing and beautiful.

  She was killing him, her pussy had him in a death grip as bliss zipped down his spine signaling his release was imminent. Zane fought back against it, even as he swore her pussy was literally attempting to suck the cum from his balls.

  “One more time, little witch. Coat my dick again, and I'll fill your sweet little pussy up with my cum.” All the fears he had about hurting her went right out the window as she took his hard loving.

  “Yes... yes... ohmigod, yes!” Jamie screamed. Her body stiffened and shuddered under him coating him with her release.

  Zane's dick hardened even more. His orgasm hit him hard, stealing his ability to breathe, let alone think. He pulsed and throbbed within her at the same moment he bit down on her mark, claiming her as his mate. “Take it. Take every single drop of it.”

  Jamie went limp beneath him, and her eyes closed while she gasped for breath. She was perfect lying there, completely spent, her pussy still spasming around him. He could stare at her all day. She was a vision. Zane was in no rush to leave the tight confines of her pussy, so he cradled her body to his, laying them, so she was comfortable.

  “Jamie?”

  He grinned when her lashes fluttered, and her beautiful brown eyes sparkled with spent arousal and love. Fuck, the idea of her loving him grabbed him by the balls, and if he hadn’t fucked her and Cian like a possessed man, he’d do it again.

  “You have a beautiful smile,” Jamie whispered, her voice husky from her cries as he’d fucked her. “You should try to do it more often and stop being such a grumpy Giles.”

  Zane snorted, running his fingertips up and down her back in a soothing manner. “For you, I'll smile more.”

  “Thank you.” She caressed his cheek then pulled him to her, so she could kiss him. Zane rolled to his side, positioning her leg over his hip while making sure he still remained inside of her.

  “You know, not to make you feel all cocky. But, I think you're right. I'm going to feel you deep inside of me for a couple of days,” Jamie teased, cuddled into his arms.

  “That's good, but you realize I'm still inside of you.” To prove his point, he shifted his hips causing his mate to gasp.

  “Oh!”

  “Yeah, ‘oh.’” Zane chuckled as he rubbed at the tangled mess of her hair.

  “Gideon is coming over today,” she said. “I’m not sure what to say. It’s been so long.”

  “You’ll know what to say when you see him.” Zane cuddled her closer. “We'll be there with you, too, if you need us.”

  “Thank you,” she whispered into his chest.

  “It's my pleasure.” Zane kissed her temple. She let out a soft sigh then went lax in his arms. He’d let her sleep for a little bit, then get her up and fed before her brother showed up. Contentment rolled through him, and he grinned. Finally, his family was whole.

  “Here are a few things you should know about Gideon,” Zane stated. “He was raised by the Seller family. They're good wolves, treated him like one of their own, and he got a great education. He’s never left Salem, though. He didn't want to, and none of us saw any concern for him. He’s happy in the pack. So is Cody.”

  His words weren't said to hurt her, she knew that. But, they did sting. Gideon. Her baby brother. The boy who clung to her finger the first couple of hours after his birth. She’d begged her parents for a sibling for years, and finally, they gave her one... only to have it all ripped away a few short years later along with her newborn brother, Cody.

  The thought left a bitter taste in her mouth. “I'm grateful to the Sellers,” she said. “I'm glad they weren't hurt or bothered after everything. They're very selfless people.”

  “They are. They intend to meet you as soon as you're ready,” Cian said, as he wrapped his arm around her. “They're happy you're home.”

  “Not everyone is happy I'm home.” The anger from those who’d lost children had been palpable the night of the pack meeting and though everyone pledged their fidelity to Zane, she feared it’d only been in word, not deed. “Unfortunately, nothing my parents promised for me, materialized. You do realize this, yes? I lived in a church orphanage. No one wanted me because I was told I’d been born out of wedlock. No one loved me.” She fisted her hands at her side and took a deep breath. “Do you know what I was told by angry, bitter women at the orphanage?”

  Both men shook their heads.

  “I was unlovable and I was incapable of loving anyone.”

  Zane growled. “What?”

  She brushed off his anger. “Nothing you can do can change it. I'm sure those old biddies are dead and gone. Not like I can raise them from the dead
and make them apologize.” She cocked a brow. “Or can I?”

  “No. You don't have the power of necromancy,” Zane said. “Only black magic witches or warlocks can do the rituals and we don't have any around.”

  “Except for the Master,” she muttered.

  “Yeah,” Cian answered. “I'm sorry you went through that, babe. No child should have to. I wish you could have stayed, but the past is the past and—”

  “My past and my present are one in the same. Just because I got my memories back, doesn't mean I lost the ones I had. It's not so easy reconciling the two,” she snapped then sighed when the anger bubbled over. “Sorry.”

  “Don't be,” Zane replied. “You're right. Neither of us know what you've been through, but we know what we went through. You were out there alone, without us... It fucking killed us.”

  “I know,” she said. “It's all so weird.”

  Zane kissed her forehead first then kissed Cian as well. “We understand. The energy around us is fluctuating right now, bending and stretching as we complete the Trinity cycle. We're going to have growing pains. This isn't an instant fix for any of us. All we can do is support one another.”

  The doorbell rang, drawing Jamie's attention. “It's time. I'll get it.” She untangled herself from their embrace and hurried to the door. This was it. A chance to meet her brother.

  Jamie opened the door. There, standing before her was the exact replica of her father. Gideon had her brown eyes like their mother and her. His tall bulkiness came from their dad. Staring at him like she did, was like seeing her father once more. Guilt assailed her. She’d seen him several times in Mass Hysteria and never once put two and two together. “How is it, I have seen you so many times and never knew?”

  She jumped into his arms and hugged him tight.

  “I thought the same thing when I woke up with my memories intact,” he said. Even the deep rumble of his voice sounded like her father’s.

  “I'm so glad I found you.” She hugged him once more before extricating herself from his arms. “Where’s Cody?”

  “Me, too, Jamie. Me, too.” He took a deep breath and whispered. “You smell like mom.”

  She laughed as she took his hand. “You look like dad.”

  He chuckled. “Cody’s at the bar, working. He’ll come by when he’s ready. He’s a bit... reserved at the moment.”

  She understood. Since Cody had been the baby of the family, he wouldn’t have had the memories she and Gideon did. Finding out he had siblings couldn’t be easy for him. “Well, you know my mates already.”

  Gideon cleared his throat. “Somehow, I don't think it lessens some of the stuff I've said over the years.”

  “Damn right it doesn't,” Cian said. “But, we're family now.”

  “So, I can still say it?” her brother asked.

  “Not if you want to see your next birthday,” Zane reminded him. “Come on. We have lunch already prepared, and we have some stuff to show both of you.”

  Jamie gave him a curious look, but he kept on walking into kitchen. “Wonder what they have in store for us.”

  “With these two? It’s hard to say,” Gideon teased.

  On the table in the kitchen, sat six photo albums covered in dust. She knew them. They belonged to her parents. She pulled Gideon along. “Mom's albums. Where did you find these?”

  “My parents hid them for safe keeping knowing this day would come,” Cian said, placing a plate of food in front of her and Gideon when they sat. “We knew you'd want to share with Gideon and Cody.”

  Jamie traced the edge of the pretty pink book. Memories. Snapshots in time, taken when everything was right in their world. She scanned each cover then settled on the blue one. “This is yours,” she said to Gideon. “Mom wanted to document everything when she found out she was pregnant with you.”

  “Whoa,” Gideon whispered.

  “Indeed.” She pushed the album over to him and opened it to the first set of pictures. “This is the first time I saw you. Mom went in for her third ultrasound to see if she was having another girl or a boy.” Jamie wiped her eye and sniffled. “She said the happiest days of her life were the days when she found out who we were going to be.”

  Gideon flipped the pages going from month to month gazing at the pictures. “Who is this?” he asked coming upon a man who looked sort of familiar.

  “John Hawthorne.” The name rolled off of her tongue without hesitation. Her mates crowded her, snatching the album from Gideon. “You guys could have asked. Rude much?”

  “Shit,” Zane snarled.

  Perplexed by the situation, Jamie stared at him, trying to figure out what pissed her mate off. Then it dawned on her. The guy from the travel agency. The box of poisoned flowers. “Oh no... How—how is this possible? I don’t understand.”

  “You've met the Master’s puppet before,” Zane said. “Looks like from several pictures in this album, your families were familiar.”

  “Didn't you say he's dead?” she questioned.

  “He is,” Zane supplied. “But, the Master can manipulate how you see people. He must have thought sending a friendly face would make you more acceptable of the gift.”

  “But my memories were blocked. How would I have known?” She didn’t understand. Was this some cruel test by some asshole who wanted her dead?

  Zane shrugged. “He had to try. However, what you see in the picture, and what I see are two different people.”

  Mind. Blown. Jamie sat there for a moment confused by the whole situation. She glanced at her brother who wore a shocked expression on his face. “So, not only does he appear as a friendly face, but you can also see right through it?”

  Zane nodded. “It’s how we’ve missed him this whole time.”

  “And the graves?” she pressed.

  “His henchman,” Cian said. “There has to be two people.”

  Zane agreed. “The Master would taunt you, however he won’t get his hands dirty. He has minions for that.”

  “How do we fight him?” her brother asked.

  “That's what we need to figure out,” Zane said. “I think it's time to call another meeting and get everyone on the lookout. He's going to make a mistake, and when he does, we'll be ready for him.”

  ***

  Jamie was sitting on the couch between Zane and Cian with her legs stretched out on the coffee table. A big bucket of popcorn rested on her lap while they watched some action movie that she didn't really care about because she couldn’t clear her mind. After seeing the picture in her album, she’d wondered absently who else she’d been around who could’ve been the Master in disguise. The more she thought about it, the more she made herself crazy over it. So, she tried to concentrate on the movie because it afforded her the opportunity to sit between both her mates. Their warmth, and comfort was something she needed—badly.

  It had been an emotional day for her, beginning with the hard loving Zane had given her, followed almost immediately by her reunion with her brother Gideon, and the cherry on top was finding out she had met the Master who didn’t look at all like himself. She shuddered in revulsion at just the thought she’d breathed in the same air as the twisted and perverted fucker.

  She refused to refer to him as a man.

  “You okay, babe?” Cian asked around a mouthful of popcorn.

  “Yeah.” Jamie plucked a piece of popcorn out of the bowl and popped it into her mouth.

  “Tell the truth.” Had Zane sensed the fact she fibbed to Cian?

  “It's a modified version of it.” She shrugged.

  “You don't have to be okay. We're here for you, babe,” Cian stated. “We know it's been an emotional day for you.”

  Did Cian know? Did Zane tell him they had sex after he left for work, and he hadn't even been a thought in her mind. Only Zane. Of course, the flip side of was, she finally felt a strong bonding connection with Zane.

  “Who do you think pushed him to come to you?” Cian’s statement drew her attention from her thoughts
. “He gave me what I needed this morning, and it was your turn to receive the same. There's no jealously.”

  “It's true.” Zane wrapping his arm around her shoulder. “There can’t be any resentment in a Trinity. You’d know this if your parents had entered a Trinity. Since they were different and for good reason, we’ll have to teach you. Soon, you’ll come to trust us without compunction and love us with such a desperation, we can’t be separated.

  “I do remember my parents’ relationship. It was filled with happiness, with lots of love and laughter.” But, it was nothing like theirs. If anyone had a better grip on it, it was Zane and Cian. Her mother and father had foregone with tradition and with that, she’d been sent away to live in an orphanage that taught love could only be between two people.

  “As will ours be,” Zane said with a confidence she wished she had.

  “Look at it this way,” Cian added. “When you're tired, grumpy, or indisposed with lady issues—”

  Jamie smacked Cian in the stomach with the back of her hand while Zane hit in him the back of the head. “Don’t even.”

  “Fuck.” Cian grumbled, rubbing both his belly and his head. “I'm not sure who hit me harder.”

  “Next time I'll zap your ass.” Jamie leaned her head against Zane’s shoulder.

  “Don't be fooled, I can be just as much as a hard-ass as Zane,” Cian said.

  “Sure, Cian,”” Jamie snickered while her hand traveled across Zane's firm stomach.

  “You still feel me deep inside of you, little witch.” The deep, rich rumble of his voice vibrated through her.

  “Yes,” she whispered, then yelped as Zane shifted their position, so she straddled his lap.

  “Now we're talking,” Cian mumbled as he pulled his shirt off.

  “It seems, Cian, you have forgotten about what I said the last time we were all on the couch.” Zane nuzzled her right breast. “You get to watch for now.”

  Jamie felt the hairs on her arms and neck stand up as the air in the room changed, became dark. “Zane?” Jamie dug her fingers into the fabric of his shirt. Something was wrong. The static charge surging through the room wasn’t from them.