by Morgan Fox
Never without his hat, Walker popped his hands up, palms facing her. “Before you say anything, I need to say something.” She arched a brow. “Silence, as you can most likely tell, I’ve been reunited with my wolf.” He stepped closer to her, taking only a few long strides to cover the distance between them. Licking his lips, he said, “I think it’s also important that you know I’m a witch and I’ve been given those powers as well.”
Silence gazed up at him. All at once, everything inside her rejoiced at his words. Finally, he had accepted who he was. Too bad it had taken thirty years for him to figure it out.
She leapt up into his arms, wrapping her arms and legs around him, securing herself against him in a fond embrace. Kissing his cheeks repeatedly, she was deeply excited by his news.
She pressed a gentle kiss to his lips and said, “Walker, I already knew the Reed family was full of witches. You were the only one who didn’t.”
Chapter Eleven
The way Silence said she knew about his family had Walker scratching his head in wonder. How in the heck did she know he had mystical powers, and why hadn’t she ever mentioned that little supernatural fact to him? What other things did she know that she wasn’t sharing?
“Wait a minute. What are you saying? You knew I was a witch all this time?”
She unlocked her legs and slid down his body, every sweet inch of her caressing him as he allowed her to step back. “Well, I didn’t exactly know you were a witch, but I had my suspicions.” She sighed. “I’m ashamed to admit it, but it’s because I spied on your family as a child.” Her face grew flush. “I was enamored with you, Walker, even when we were kids. I always knew there was something special about you. I assumed it was because you were like me, a wolf, but when I saw your parents fighting one night, using magic, I knew better.”
Narrowing his brows, he asked, “You saw my parents fighting?”
She shrugged her shoulders. “Lots of people saw your parents fight. I just caught them using their powers,” she said, stalking into the kitchen, opening the refrigerator, and pulling out two beers. He followed her, and she handed him one. “Your parents did their best to pretend affection in public, but everyone knew they had issues because of your father’s drinking.”
He flipped the top off the bottle and took a big gulp, frowning at the irony of chugging back a beer as they discussed his drunken and deceased father. “Yes, well, I can’t say I’m sad that he drank himself to death. I just wish you didn’t have to know that my mother cheated on him.”
Silence gasped. The sound was a heavy rasp as she grabbed hold of his beer, stopping him from drinking so she could ask, “What’s that got to do with anything?”
Feeling ashamed that his mother was an unfaithful woman, he couldn’t look Silence in the eyes. He didn’t want her to believe that the apple didn’t fall far from the tree. “I don’t know. I guess I always looked at my mother as a saint, and I wanted everyone else to see her the same way I did.”
She kept her hand wrapped securely around his and the bottle. Staring into her eyes, he felt the intensity of her words before she even spoke them. “Your mother was a saint, Walker. She put up with a man that abused her, beat her, but never once did she let your father hurt you. She found the strength to leave his ass. She always placed herself in between the two of you. You were her life, her everything. She will forever be a woman who has earned my respect.”
His heart swelled in his chest after hearing Silence’s words. He hadn’t realized until now how important it was to earn her respect, and knowing that his mate was a selfless, understanding woman only made him want her more. “Thank you, Silence.”
She smiled and then took her beer into the living room, where she found a spot on the sofa to sit. Gesturing with her hand, she told him, “Make yourself at home. Sorry for the mess, but the maid’s on vacation.”
He grinned and chose to sit right beside her, even though the sofa they occupied had plenty of space for separation. No matter how hard he tried to seem hurt by what she did with Lance, he couldn’t. Feeling the power and demands of the wolf roaring inside him gave him a keener understanding of what the two of them had experienced. She’d been right when she told him that maybe he’d understand the powerful desire and connection if he was the wolf and not just a man. He’d been a fool not to believe her.
“Silence, I want to talk with you about Lan—”
She tossed him a cold glance. “Please, Walker, don’t. I really would rather we didn’t fight. I’m so thrilled that you’ve come to visit me.”
“Would you stop worrying?” he said, reaching out to stroke her hand. “I’m not going anywhere, even if I don’t like what’s said. I promise you that I’m done running from the things I don’t understand. I won’t do that to you ever again.”
Her eyes sprang wide, and he noticed her hands suddenly began to shake. She looked away and placed her beer bottle between her thighs. He could feel her surge of nervousness as she pressed her lips tightly together.
A warm jolt of energy swelled inside him. He’d always seen her strong and in charge, but gazing upon the face of the woman with softer emotions had him momentarily speechless. She never looked more beautiful. Damn, how I want to kiss her, hold her, and make love to her for hours on end.
“I think it’s important that we talk about Lance and what happened before, but I also think you should know that I’m not angry about it anymore.”
With an arched blonde brow, her gaze darted to meet his. “You’re not?”
He smiled. “No, I’m not, but I do think we should make sure he never comes between us again.”
Her eyes immediately rounded, widening to display her surprise. He wasn’t caught off-guard by her reaction. “Do you expect that I’ll never want to be with Lance again?”
“Do you want to be with him again?”
She swallowed hard as she held his gaze. “I’ll never lie to you, Walker. It’s not in my nature to lie.” He sensed her anguish and tucked his arm around her. She trembled.
“Silence, I told you before that I might not like what you have to say, but I’m not going anywhere,” he reassured her, pulling her a little closer to his side. The moment he held her this way, he felt as if a shield of protection surrounded them, a magical essence encasing them together.
She nodded and said, “You must know now that I won’t have a choice with Lance.” Her eyes glistened with tears as she stared up at him. “If those feeling arise between us, I’ll give in no matter what my heart says. He’s claimed me, and you know what that means now.”
He kissed her cheek, dragging his face over the tears that leaked from her eyes, past her ear, and through her hair. “I won’t like it,” he whispered, “but I’ll figure out a way to deal with it.”
She stared up at him. Her eyes darted over his face as if looking for a clue to a puzzle that could only be found in his expression. “Are you sure you can?”
With his fingers, he brushed her hair back away from her face. “Thanks to a long conversation with my grandmother,” he said with a wink. “I realize that with my powers I’m not the same man I was the last time we made love. Now, I’m well aware of the fact that I’ll be able to satisfy you in every way, and I seriously doubt you’ll need his cock after I’m done with you.”
She grinned. “So sure of yourself, are you, my magical wolf boy?”
Standing, he took her hand and placed it over his engorged cock, the size larger than it had been before he accepted his life as a lycan. Everything about him was larger. His frame, his muscles, and his cock had suddenly changed to accommodate the feral wolf inside him, a new characteristic he was starting to really like. After all, what man, lycan or otherwise, wouldn’t appreciate being so well endowed?
His cock grew even harder as he met her gaze once more. “There’s no boy here, Silence. I’m an aggressive, hungry wolf who wants to fuck his mate so good and hard the only sounds I wish to hear are her panting and screams of pleasure.”
He took the beer from her hand and placed it on the table beside her. She couldn’t seem to look away. Her eyes were locked on his. Slowly, he tugged the white T-shirt up over her head, freeing her supple breasts. He licked his lips as he stared down at her erect nipples, remembering the way they once tasted. He groaned as he knelt down between her legs, taking turns placing those delectable berries into his mouth, sucking slow, licking sensually.
Removing his cowboy hat, she raked her fingers through his hair as he made sweet love to her breasts. She gripped his shirt and tore it up over his head. Good thing he decided to wear his jeans and T-shirt instead of his traditional suit and tie. She would have killed him for sure.
Never had he spent so much time exploring a woman’s body. With Silence, he planned to take forever.
“Oh, God, Walker,” she moaned. “That feels so nice.”
Arching a brow, he said, “Nice?” He pushed back, resting his ass on the heels of his boots. “I was going for mind boggling.”
“Walker, I liked what you—”
He raised his hands, both index fingers pointed up. “Wait, I think I know what might be mind boggling for a woman with needs like yours.”
“Needs like mine?” she repeated.
Instantly his fingers were teasing around the waistband of her panties, and with a little tilt of her hips, he slowly pulled the silky, black material down her thighs, encouraging her to raise her legs so he could take them off all the way. Once she did, he tossed her panties to the floor. Caressing the lean length of her legs, he coaxed her thighs apart, pressing them wide enough so that he could see her glistening pussy.
He sighed as the scent of her cunt filled his nostrils. She smelled heavenly. Heart racing, he licked his lips and couldn’t wait to feast upon her slick flesh, finally tasting her as the wolf and not just a man.
He planned to savor every moment with her until they had no choice but to return to reality. In his heart, he knew their first time together should’ve been with him as a lycan. The power flowing through his body now was unlike anything he’d ever felt, and he was overwhelmed by the infectious and seductive connection. The way she writhed in his hands, he knew she felt it, too. There was no mistaking the primal urges clawing at his mind and empowering his body.
Toying with her body, he stroked her clit casually with the thick pad of his finger, eyeing her as she moaned the moment he touched her. Everything about her felt supercharged. The slick wetness he found as he slid his finger inside her pussy made him shake as if suddenly shocked by an electrical pulse.
“Oh, God,” she cried. “Please tell me you feel that, too.” Her hands began to caress her breasts. She pulled at her nipples. “Don’t stop, Walker. Whatever you’re doing feels so good.” She pinched and plucked at the rosy peaks of her breasts, twisting the tip between her index finger and thumb.
Dear God, that’s so damn hot.
Arching a brow, he didn’t know if it was the wolf or the magic he now harnessed that made the sensations flooding through him and into her more stimulating. Either way, he didn’t care. His cock was so hard it hurt, and watching her play with her breasts as he fucked her with his fingers was arousing as hell.
Her panting turned into wild cries as he inserted another finger, all the while still circling her clitoris. Suddenly, he replaced his fingers with his mouth, and she practically flung herself off the sofa. Holding her down with one hand, he never stopped sucking and licking her pussy, fucking her so good with his mouth, then two and three fingers.
She undulated her hips and rode his tongue as he slid it deep inside her cunt, fucking and tasting her as she grew wetter and wetter from his touch. Groaning, he reached down and unbuttoned his pants, pulling his cock free of jeans. Stroking himself for a moment, he couldn’t wait to feel her sliding up and down on his shaft.
Swirling his tongue more aggressively over her clit, he felt her body begin to quiver, knowing she was getting closer and closer to orgasm. He shoved his finger deep inside her, and when he did, he felt the soft tissue inside her cunt pulse with her release. Crying out, she bucked her hips up and down, fucking his fingers as he suckled her clit, wringing out the last of her essence.
He rose up and helped her to the side, lying her down on the sofa longways so he could cradle himself between her thighs. Jeans and boots still on, he’d never been so eager for sex in his life. For him, it was like the first time he’d ever had sex, and he was ready to be seated as far as he could be inside her.
Pressing himself against the entrance of her pussy, he groaned as the warmth of her body washed over him. Her tight cunt enveloped his cock like a silky-smooth glove, caressing his shaft until his eyes were rolling back inside his head. A fluttering moan escaped past her lips as he sank a little deeper inside her. The head of his cock tapped gently against her cervix with slow, teasing strokes, and each time he pulled out, he groaned as he thrust back in.
Her nails bit deeper into the flesh of his back. He liked the way she did that, made him crazy with need, knowing he was pleasuring his mate and driving her beyond reason, as he slid his cock into the depth of her wet pussy, gliding over the delicate spot that would have her coming and coming and coming.
He used his boots for traction, holding her body firmly in place as he rocked his hips forward, drilling deep inside her. His pace quickened, lifting her legs up, spreading her wider for better access. He shook as the power inside him seemed to sizzle and spark. The connection to Silence was exhilarating, and the magic was fueling his passions, allowing him to fuck her harder and longer. He simply wasn’t tiring. She writhed underneath him, and all he could think about was the pleasure they found together and how he wanted it to last forever.
“Oh, Walker!” she screamed. Her orgasm had her pussy tightening and pulsing around his cock.
“Awwww, fuck,” he cried as the power of her release drew his to the surface.
Damn it, I’m not ready.
He felt every muscle in his body tighten as his orgasm hit him. Pumping his hips, he emptied himself inside her. Never had the sensation of making love ever felt so amazing.
Breathless, he hung his head down, resting for a moment against her breasts. He could hear her heart beating, the pace as fast as his own.
“Holy shit!” she murmured. “What the hell was that?”
He chuckled. “I guess that might have been a little magic mixed with a whole lot of wolf.”
She giggled. “You think so, huh?”
Alarmingly, he wasn’t ready to end their love play. He rose to his full height and stripped his boots and jeans from his body.
Extending his hand, he said, “Come with me.”
She took his hand, and he quickly led her into the bedroom.
“Get on your hands and knees,” he demanded, and she didn’t hesitate to listen, crawling onto the bed.
He tugged her back, positioning her perky ass at the same height his cock was as he stood beside the bed. Still hard, and unable to hold back, he impaled her on his cock. Gripping her shoulders, he drove himself inside her, fucking her slowly at first then faster and harder.
The primal position had his teeth and claws lengthening. His body swelled with strength as he took his mate, fucking her with everything he had. The fire that burned in his belly raged to an inferno, igniting his body completely.
She cried out as his cock glided over the spot in her pussy that would have her clawing the bed as she came.
“That’s it, baby. Feel me,” he whispered, pushing her forward onto the bed and sliding up behind her on his knees.
He pulled her back against his chest, gripping her breasts with his clawed hands, pinching and pulling at her erect nipples. He wrapped an arm around her body, anchoring himself to her as he massaged the mound of her breast, while his other hand delved between her legs to stroke and tease her clit. She moaned, and she reached back to squeeze his ass. Wherever she touched, her nails dug into the flesh of his body.
“Bite me, Walker. Mark m
e again,” she demanded.
He growled, a thunderous roar exploding from his chest as he continued impaling her on his cock. Hips rocking so wildly, he was losing control. Primal and raw needs slammed into his skull, and instantly his teeth were sinking into the delicate flesh of her shoulder. The moment he bit her, he felt her pussy clench around his cock. She was coming, and so was he.
She screamed. He growled, and then after a long wild moment, the room fell silent as both he and Silence dropped to the bed, neither speaking as they regained control over their wolves.
“Wow,” she breathed, rolling to her side, facing him.
He moved himself so he could rest his head on the pillow beside her. Grinning, he said, “I was just about to say the same thing.”
With a smile, she told him, “I’m going to feel that in the morning.”
His fingers grazed over her hip. “Hopefully, you’ll feel that again before morning,” he said, winking and licking his lips.
Smiling wider, she teased, “Think you got another one like that in you?”
Pulling her on top of him, he said, “I know I do.”
She laid her head on his chest and, with her hand, began stroking the coarse, brown hair. Thanks to their new blossoming connection, she didn’t have to say a word to him, but he could still feel her thoughts banging around in her head.
“What’s on your mind, Silence?”
She lifted her head and stared at him as if surprised.
“Don’t look at me like that. I can feel you thinking. Now, talk to me.”
She sighed. “What did Verrick mean when he told me that as a lycan you could control your wolf even during the full moon? Why would that be a bad thing?”
“When I accepted my powers, Nana told me to watch out for Verrick. She said he would never allow another lycan to be able to compete against him for the role as leader of the lycans. Seems the power I now have can be considered a threat to him.”
She nibbled her bottom lip and said, “So he’s worried that his total domination plan will get kicked in the nuts because you’ll be seen as a symbol of true power among our kind.”
