Mohegan: A Siren's Spell Romance

by Stella Marie Alden

  His teeth slide across my need, he plunges in two fingers and an orgasm of epic proportions explodes, taking over conscious thought. I’m totally gone, unable to speak or move.

  Sitting up, his finger still in me, he smiles. Slowly, sliding across my overly-sensitive nub, he pulls away and licks my liquids off his finger. Below his navel, his cock is swollen, ready for more.

  “Doesn’t he ever rest?” I am truly astounded by his stamina.

  “Rest is vastly overrated.” He turns me onto my hands and knees, kissing the back of my neck, hands caressing my belly.

  “You let me know if it hurts, okay?”

  I nod, still too high to speak and my orgasm, which just stopped pulsing, sprouts back to life.

  Pressing my butt cheeks into his hard abs, I shudder when he grabs a hanging breast. Then his fingers slide past my navel to my overly sensitive nub.

  With the tip of his cock rests at my entrance, he holds my hip, then slides slowly in and out. A bite at the back of my neck makes me wild.

  “Oh, you like it this way, do you?”

  I like it any way with him but don’t tell him that. The man’s ego would fill the Grand Canyon.

  “I love you, Liv.” His hands on my shoulders, he pulls up so we’re on our knees, his chest tight to my back.

  My heart grows so wide, my chest hurts and my eyes water. How can one man make everything so right?

  “Love you, too.”

  This time, our love making is slow and sweet. Gently, we enjoy each touch, each exotic moment as we reach our peak.

  Soon he grows thick and reaches around in front to find my clit. “Ready?”

  “Dammit, yes.”

  A guttural sound comes from his chest as he presses a finger into my pebble and pinches my nipple hard. Then, I’m back on my hands and knees as he pumps deep into my core.

  I scream and fly into orgasmic heaven. An instant later, he groans, pushes his balls to my ass, and explodes.

  Completely spent, sweaty, and hearts thumping as one, we collapse onto the cot. I probably burned a b’zillion calories.

  After a short nap, a rib-eye steak, potatoes, and broccoli make a meal. There’s also some ice cream which he skips, opting for an after-dinner drink.

  He takes a swallow of whiskey while I slurp up Rocky-Road. “What would you say to coming to Chicago and moving in with me?”

  “I’m not sure I can.”

  He looks crestfallen.

  I turn and cup his beard, staring into his sweet brown eyes. “I don’t mean we can’t move in together. I get my energy from the ocean. I don’t think I can survive in Chicago.”

  “Shit. I never thought of that. How about Florida? Could you live there? California? Seattle? Texas?”

  I giggle at his excitement. “Hold on. I guess so. I don’t know. Where do you want to live?”

  “I’m half owner of Mohegan Securities. I can put a branch wherever the hell I want. What about Jack? Will he let you go?”

  “I’ve been looking into some things as well. It seems Zoe has a healer cousin in Romania who wants to move to the states. She’s pretty powerful and could do the job. She can run my shop and work for Jack as his clan healer. But what about that whole internal homing-pigeon thingy?”

  “I’ve been experimenting, resisting the urge to follow, just to see what happens. So little is known about the curse, only what’s been handed down for generations. I found that if I stop and stare at a map, it works just as good, maybe better. This week I got an ex-military team geared up and ready to jet out at the drop of a hat.”

  “What if –”

  “What if you stop worrying and make love to me?”

  Chapter Twenty-Seven

  Olivia

  I thought our wedding was going to be just me, Mohegan and the Wiccan priestess who agreed to marry us on the beach but Zoe got wind and insisted on being the maid of honor. Big as a whale, I didn’t want a fancy wedding dress but she insisted on that, as well.

  Now, as me and my husband-to-be walk barefoot over the sand, I stop and stare at the crowd gathered by the water’s edge. The father of my child, the man I want to be with for the rest of my life, chuckles at my surprise.

  “You rat!” I punch him but my heart leaps at his thoughtfulness.

  Holiday and my mom are there, positively beaming. Eduda’s dressed in a white suit, his shoulder-length hair down, standing tall and proud. There’s also a bunch of kids from Jack’s clan, bouncing up and down while blue water laps and a cool breeze blows in from the east.

  My eyes water and quickly, Zoe puts a soft handkerchief to my face. “Stop it, this instant. Your mascara will run. Think pictures, Liv. You don’t want to be looking at black streaks down your face for the rest of your life.”

  “Okay, okay.” I laugh, happier than I thought possible and Mohegan squeezes my hand.

  He finally agreed to lose the shorts but held the line at wearing a suit. Instead, he’s got on expensive linen pants and a light blue shirt. With his beard trimmed and hair tied back in a ponytail, I might have to jump him as soon as we say our vows.

  However, it’s what’s inside him that makes the ladies between my legs cheer and they’re doing a lot of that now as I walk toward my destiny.

  Beside me, Mohegan captures me in his warm gaze as he smiles, his aura filled with love. When our baby kicks, I place his hand over my big belly so he can feel his son’s strength. Like that, we stroll in front of our friends with the sunshine bright and sparkling off the water.

  Then, after a song and a prayer, I face him and begin my vows.

  “M-Mohegan…”

  All brain cells misfire. Vows? What vows?

  “You can do this, Liv.” Beautiful brown eyes brim with liquid as he gives me this look of adoration that I can’t believe I deserve.

  Swallowing hard, I take two deep breaths. “M-Mohegan. My dearest love, father of my child, gifted leader, powerful healer. Y-you are my life. I promise to stand beside you, support you, and love you always. I know we’re stubborn and at times we may fight but I will never, ever leave you. Of this, you can be sure. I take you as my husband, in sickness and in health, in good times and in bad, lust spell or not, forever.” I put a solid gold band on his finger.

  Mohegan smiles, nowhere as nervous as me. “Olivia. The moment I saw you, I knew you were trouble.”

  The crowd snickers and I pretend to look horrified.

  “But you’re just the kind of trouble I needed. I can’t promise to be perfect and that I won’t make mistakes but I can promise to love you with all of my being in sickness and health, good times and bad, lust spell or not, forever and ever. I’ll never stop loving you.”

  The Wiccan priestess smiles and says, “Let us pray to The One Holy, Divine Being to look upon your union and bless you and all your many children. I pronounce you husband and wife.”

  When we kiss, Jack sends up a powerful flare, brighter than fireworks, that bursts apart high in the sky. His family whips up the wind, causes the ground to rumble, and a double rainbow fills the sky.

  “Better get used to having Fialkos around.” I laugh at how Mohegan’s eyebrows raise.

  He pours his nature into me and kisses me deeply. “I love you, Mrs. Mohegan.”

  “I love you, too. But, can I ask you something now that we’re married?”

  He nods.

  “What’s your first name?”

  He whispers it into my ear and I chuckle.

  “Really?”

  He nods again.

  “Okay, then. Let’s just stick with Mohegan.”

  Both laughing, we follow our photographer to a nearby hotel where a band is starting to play.

  That’s when my water breaks and gushes out between the shocked cheerleaders.

  “Oh my God.”

  Mohegan, gifted healer, powerful warrior pales, scoops up all forty extra pounds of me and carries me to the waiting limo. On the way to the hospital, I text Zoe.

  Me: We might miss the pa
rty.

  Zoe: Sex?

  Me: No, baby.

  Zoe: Woot, woot. I’ll let everyone know. I’m coming.

  Me: Better yet? Keep my Mom and Holiday busy. Please!

  Zoe: Will do. Text me the minute Mohegan Jr. gets here.

  I give her a thumbs-up and double over with a tremendous cramp.

  “Was that a contraction?” Mohegan pulls out his cell phone.

  “I think so. Maybe. It hurt like hell.”

  He triggers the stopwatch app on his phone and I try to stay calm. As a healer, I certainly am prepared. Right?

  When the second pain comes only three minutes later, Mohegan tells the driver to speed it up but traffic is at a standstill. After that, he calls our nurse midwife to meet us at the hospital but signals the driver to pull off onto the curb.

  Has he lost his mind?

  “What are you doing?”

  “Sorry hun. Looks like junior isn’t going to wait.” My husband washes his hands with expensive vodka.

  Oh my God, my baby’s going to be born in a limo.

  “At least we got plenty of alcohol.” I try to sound upbeat but inside, I’m freaking out.

  When Mohegan places my feet on his shoulders, I moan, relaxing as best I can between the painful contractions.

  “How we doin’ down there, daddy?” Lifting my head, I glance between my legs.

  “Looks like nine centimeters. You’re close but don’t push yet. Okay? Be right back.”

  He drops my feet onto the seat, squeezes my hand, and hands me a bottle of Perrier. Then, he whispers something to the driver in the front seat who gets out of the car.

  Mohegan leaves and comes back with some scrunched up cotton in his hands, chuckling. “The man literally gave us the shirt off his back.”

  “Ha, ha. Very funny.” Intense pain sucks the air out of me. “Owwwwwwwww.”

  “Do you want the AC?” His hand on my forehead, he crouches in the back seat, dwarfing the inside of the limo.

  I put my hand to my belly and check baby who’s doing fine. His heartrate is just a bit higher than it should be.

  “You got this, hun. Just a few more contractions and you can start to push.” My husband pats my hand and kisses my forehead.

  Between cramps, he strips off my wedding dress and replaces it with his new silk shirt, long enough to be a nightgown.

  “Better?”

  “Ow, Ow, Ow! Fuck. Ow! No! You should die a thousand deaths for doing this to me.”

  I glower but he just beams.

  “Atta girl.”

  When the contractions come right after the other, Mohegan shouts out orders, as if commanding an army instead of one pregnant wife.

  “Push, dammit Olivia, push hard. You can do it.”

  It’s like the biggest bowel movement ever when my son moves through my canal and into the world. After, I hold my breath waiting for some kind of indication he’s okay. Finally, there’s a tiny wail, a funny little wheeze, then some louder cries.

  Mohegan wipes our baby with a cotton towel used for shining the limo, bundles him in the driver’s white shirt, and places him in my arms.

  “Say hi to your son.” Sweat rolls down his ecstatic face as the baby snorts, looking for a breast and then latches on.

  I gasp and milk flows. “Look, he’s drinking.”

  With both his arms around us, my husband says a short prayer while I count fingers and toes.

  “Congratulations.” The driver pokes his head into the back, grinning like mad.

  Pretty soon, there’s sirens and a stretcher and I tell them all thank you and send them away. We’re going home.

  Soon Zoe shows up with a car seat, we put baby Mohegan down and she takes us home.

  Later, lying in bed, after staring at our baby for hours, I sigh.

  Mohegan comes into the room and checks the cradle before crawling under the sheets.

  “Wife and baby, all in the same day. Who knew?” He smiles and kisses my nose and visions of our baby’s future flash in my mind.

  “I wonder if he has your gift.”

  “He does. I already know it.” My new husband smirks with his arrogant smile.

  How could he possibly know that already?

  “Okay, I’ll bite. What makes you so sure?”

  “I heard the hospital had a power outage. If we’d gone there, it would’ve been mayhem. Besides, you know what day it is, right?”

  I shake my head, too tired to think.

  “Fourth of July.” He chuckles deep and warm and pulses his energy into me but it’s too late, I’m already dreaming.

  I bet my dad will think it’s funny as hell.

  Book Two - Healing Magic

  Falcon

  The place is right where Mohegan said it would be and he described it perfectly. I get out of the Uber, pay the driver, and limp towards the door.

  My leg, broken in three places, still has a cast but is healing faster than a human. Still, it sucks I’m going to be laid up for a while. It’s more my psyche my healer’s worried about and frankly, me too.

  Since getting blown up in Afghanistan, I haven’t been sleeping so well and this place sounds perfect. Mohegan is moving his wife away from this town, to start a new life. I don’t blame him for wanting to get her out of Jack Fialko’s jurisdiction. Him and his brothers are well known for getting into a shit load of trouble and because of it, their healers get put into a lot of tight spots.

  It’s a job suited much more for a male, like me.

  I try the door, surprised to find it unlocked, even more surprised to find a woman behind the counter.

  I hobble past the wrought iron tables, to the back counter. The place looks like a soda shop right out of “Andy Griffith” or some other show from the sixties.

  This gypsy looks up at me. Her long dark hair is wrapped back in a kerchief and eyes, like Jack Sparrow, are emphasized by thick black liner. Tight blue jeans wrap up a perfect ass, her top is a lacy see-through number, and her bra, pink.

  I would guess it was Olivia but more than once my buddy mentioned she was a red-head. Maybe they hired a woman to tidy up for me.

  “May I be helping you?” She steps to the open area beside the cash register as if she owns the place.

  This pisses me off, royally. “Who are you and what are you doing here?”

  She gives me a wide grin and slams out a hand to shake. “I’m Elena. The new manager. Olivia’s cousin. I just got here from Romania. But don’t worry, I have all her recipes.” She glances down at my leg. “You need something for that?”

  My fists clench. “There must be some kind of mistake. I’m the new proprietor.” I pull out my phone, open the email from Mohegan, and shove it at her. “Read please.”

  Her eyes go wide and narrow. Still glowering, she pulls out her own Android, thumbs through it, and places it onto the counter in front of me. “This place belongs to my cousin and she gave it to me.”

  “That’s just foolishness. Part of the job is to work with Fialko’s clan. To keep them safe. You’re a woman.”

  “Well, duh. So is Olivia.” She raises her eyebrows, crosses her arms, and juts out her chin.

  “Well, according to her husband, that’s why he’s taking her away.” The woman is insufferable.

  “Ridiculous. They just wanted a new start. Besides, a female in my clan has always tended to the Fialkos for over three hundred years. Just who do you think you are?”

  “Falcon Joseph Gryffen.” I scowl and wait for recognition which never comes.

  “Like that should mean something to me?”

  “It means you shouldn’t be arguing. Pack your things, little girl and go home.”

  “I will not.”

  “Fine. I’ll call Mohegan.”

  “Go ahead. I’ll call Olivia.”

  After a conference call with both of them apologizing profusely, we all agree not to decide anything until they come back from their honeymoon. Until then, me and the Romanian witch are both equally in
charge of the shop and covering any injuries that Jack and his clan might sustain.

  She sits down at a small table and puts her head in her hands. “I moved all my things here, enrolled in college. I won’t leave. I can’t.”

  My situation isn’t much better. With my leg all banged up and PTSD, I’m not good for shit. This was my last hope. “I sit down across from her, unable to stay angry. Not because I’m nice. It’s too much damn work.

  “I can’t go, either.”

  “Coffee?” She stands and heads back to the counter.

  I nod and morosely stare out the window. This place would’ve been perfect. I can’t give it up. I need something to do. To feel useful again.

  I wonder if she knows I’m a witch. Her aura is flaring, obviously never having learned to hide it. I can only guess she’s lived a sheltered life somewhere in a remote village where women still wear babushkas and witches live together in covens.

  Shit. And yet, for all that, I’m strangely attracted to her.

  It’s probably just I haven’t had sex in over six months. First, I was deployed, then I got blown up, then I felt like shit.

  Sure, the nurses in the hospital were lining up to ask me out, or suggest we have at it in my private room. But I wanted none of it. I even wonder if my libido got busted up. That is until I saw Elena’s sweet, sweet ass sauntering back behind the counter.

  If I wasn’t so pissed about her taking my employment, I’d thank her before sending her packing.

  Maybe I’ll do just that but watching her make coffee, the despair in her aura makes me think better of it. Damn. Since when did I become an uncaring monster? I don’t need the money, I need a fucking job. I need to feel worthwhile.

  “Elena, right?”

  She nods and looks up. Ah shit, she’s got tears. God, I hate it when a woman cries.

  “At least until Mohegan and Olivia get back, let’s share the job, okay?”

  “I don’t think I can afford it and there’s only one apartment.”

  “You can have all the money. I don’t need it.”

  She bristles. “I’ll pay you back but there’s only one bedroom. Where will you stay?”