by Renee Jordan
No answer. The prickling itch tingled across my tattoo. So I cast the Life spell again, questing for any living creatures. Maryanne glowed green in my arms, along with dozens of other animals. But no humans. So who was watching me? Who was making my tattoo itch?
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The Traveler stood at the top of the ravine wrapped up in an illusion. The Light spirits that hid him deflected Dakota's divining spell. It was a powerful enchantment, one he had imbued himself with a century ago. He studied his daughter as she held the little girl. She had learned how to master her magic. She had grown skilled, her instincts finally honed enough to detect his magic. He had been watching her for months.
The Traveler's original plans had been ruined by Burt's bungling. His apprentice had paid with his life, killed by Dakota and her werewolf mate. The summer solstice was a week away. A passion moon would shine that night. Magic would be at its strongest.
And he needed his daughter's cooperation.
The Moon Tear Spring once again brimmed with power. This time, the Traveler would claim it. He had fathered a dozen children, but Dakota was the only one born with the right affinity. His original plan to “rescue” his daughter from Burt's abuse had failed. Worse, Burt had told Dakota too much before he died.
The Traveler was certain he could never earn his daughter's trust.
“Kotie!” Forrest shouted.
The Traveler smiled as his guardian rushed forward and engulfed Dakota and the child in his arms. The Traveler had placed Forrest in this town a decade ago to guard the Moon Tear Spring from other witches. He had never planned on Forrest imprinting his daughter.
“But now I have leverage,” the Traveler whispered. He turned and left, walking back into the night.
Chapter Two: Practice
Maryanne had squealed for joy when she saw her mother, twisting in Forrest's arms. Forrest set her down, and she raced to her mother. Tears glistened on my cheeks as I leaned against Forrest. I wanted that, one day. My own daughter, a union of Forrest and me. He would make a great father. He had been so gentle with Maryanne as he carried her out of the wilderness.
“Thank you, Sheriff,” Lisa sobbed, a huge smile on her lips. She held her daughter tight. I doubted she ever wanted to let Maryanne go.
I was buzzing with excitement on the drive home, squirming in my seat. We rescued a little girl and reunited her with her mother. It was such a wonderful moment. I wasn't tired at all, even though it was past midnight.
“You smell wonderful,” Forrest grinned. “So excited.” His eyes flashed with gold as he glanced at me.
“Mmm, I am,” I purred. “I want a child, Forrest.”
“A little daughter to hold?” Forrest grinned.
“Or a son,” I laughed. “He would grow up so strong and bold. He would have his own pack one day.”
“So could our daughter.”
“So you want children, Forrest?”
He shrugged. “I never thought much about it. But now...”
I nodded my head. “Holding that little girl. Seeing her with her mother. It stirred something inside me. My mother used to hold me like that. She was so beautiful. Always laughing, even when the chemo made her lose all her hair. She kept her smile right to the end.”
Forrest's strong hand took mine. “Then let's do it. Our house is big enough.”
“You'll have to get rid of your gun room.”
“Small price to pay.” His fingers were warm on my hand. I squeezed him. My excitement twisted inside me, moving lower, growing hotter. A wet itch formed between my thighs.
Forrest's nostrils flared. “Do you want to start tonight?”
“Well, I'm still on the pill.” A naughty grin crossed my lips. “But we can definitely start practicing. That never hurts anyone.”
“Lot's of practice. We want to do it right.”
My cheeks burned. “Trust me, Forrest, you do it plenty right.” The itch grew hotter. I squirmed in my seat. “Can we go a little faster?”
“Not sure you can wait?” he grinned, his eyes flashing gold.
The imprint seemed to magnify our lust. On some level, we were connected, and when one of us grew excited, it fed into the other. And Forrest's passions were powerful. When he grew excited, they consumed him, and I felt it. The heat grew in my nethers.
“No,” I moaned.
Forrest's grin grew wolfish. “Do you want me to pull over?”
My cheeks burned. “On the side of the road?” I threw a look over my shoulder. We were the only car on the mountain road. I squeezed my thighs together. “What if someone sees us?”
“Who?” he asked, his hand slipping down to my thigh. A warm flush shot through me as he stroked my thigh. “No one else is out here but us.”
I bit my lip. My pussy burned hot, overriding my judgment. Forrest's grin was so big, so primal. So distracting. I couldn't think. I swallowed and shuddered as his hand stroked up and down my thigh. His touch was electric.
“What are you doing to me?” I gasped. “Oh, damn, Forrest.”
He licked his lips. “Just driving you wild.” The SUV slowed. Gravel crunched as the tires moved onto the shoulder. The vehicle stopped. Forrest put it into park. “I can make you explode right now. Why wait the thirty minutes until we're home?”
“You're such a bad wolf, Forrest,” I groaned.
His hand tightened on my thigh as it slid up, reaching towards that wonderful apex. I shuddered as he brushed my crotch, pressing against my molten itch through my jeans and panties. I squirmed and leaned back in the seat. My moan was pure, liquid sex.
“Yes. Take me.”
Forrest's fingers rubbed harder. He stroked me through jeans and panties. I parted my thighs, giving him better access. My body arched and my hips swiveled. His fingers were so knowing. They touched me in all the right places. I let out a shuddering sigh, tossing my head as the pleasure gathered in my depths.
“You feel so hot,” Forrest moaned, leaning over to nuzzle at my neck.
His strong, masculine scent washed over me. I wrapped my left arm around his neck, holding him tight as his lips licked and sucked. He slid up to my ear, nibbling on my lobe. I gasped and squirmed. Electricity shot right down to the growing furnace between my thighs.
My toes curled in my cowboy boots. The seat groaned as my back arched. Forrest's fingers rubbed harder through my clothes. The stubble on his chin and cheeks rasped against my face as he kissed to my lips. He captured my mouth. I moaned into his kiss, my arm tightening about his neck. He was so strong. He claimed my body. Claimed me.
I loved him so much. He had fought for me. He had bled and burned for me. I never wanted to let this amazing man go.
Next Saturday couldn't come fast enough.
His fingers found my clit through my clothing. I moaned into his hungry lips as he rubbed on my nub. The pressure of his thumb had pleasure shooting through my body. My pussy clenched as the delight brewed in my depths.
Forrest knew my body. We had loved each other for the last three months. We knew each other. My right hand reached over, rubbing at the hard muscles of his stomach through his beige Sheriff's uniform. I found a button, popping it open and reaching in to touch his wonderful flesh. He was hot and strong, my finger tracing his muscles as the pleasure swelled in my core.
I was so lucky to have this wolf.
My hips squirmed. My head tossed back, breaking the kiss. “Forrest,” I moaned as my body trembled.
His lips moved to my ear. “That's it, Kotie. Let me hear those moans. Mmm, but you smell delicious.”
My fingers clenched against his hard pecs. My hips undulated. His thumb rubbed harder at my clit through my jeans. I shuddered as my body tensed. I was on the cusp of that wonderful relief. Passing headlights suddenly illuminated the SUV's interior.
I didn't care if someone saw. I was too close.
“Yes!” I shuddered as my body spasmed. My come rippled through my body. My feet kicked, bumping the bottom of the dashboard. I sucked a
ir through clenched teeth as the warm fuzzies of a nice, satisfying orgasm filled me. “Thank you,” I sighed. “Thank you kindly.”
“Always,” Forrest whispered. “Every time.”
I smiled at him, my body full of the warm, buzzing fuzzies. I gave him a hard kiss on the mouth. He had given me such pleasure. My hand drifted down from his abs to his groin. His cock strained at his beige pants. He growled into my lips as I tightened my hand.
Forrest deserved his relief, too.
The zipper loudly rasped as I drew it down. My hand dipped inside his pants. I pulled down his boxers and found his warm, throbbing shaft. He was thick. He filled me up the way Burt, my only other partner, never had. The first time Forrest and I made love, I felt like a virgin as he stretched me out.
I drew out his dick, stroking him with my fingers. Forrest's heartbeat pulsed up his shaft. His life. His love. Forrest's kiss grew fiercer. His tongue shot into my lips. I moaned into the kiss as I stroked him. My hand slid up and down his shaft. I teased the tip with my thumb.
Forrest shuddered as my thumb smeared the precum around his crown. He growled into my kiss. His tongue shoved into my mouth. I kissed back with equal passion, my hand stroking faster. Another car drove by, illuminating the interior for a moment.
I should be embarrassed, but right now I didn't care. I was loving my werewolf mate. My alpha lover. My mouth watered. I squeezed his shaft. I wanted to taste him. I wanted to please him and make him happy. That was love. Wanting your partner to be happy. Forrest always gave me such pleasure, so I always tried to give him an equal heaping of my loving.
“Kotie,” Forrest growled as I leaned over and licked the tip of his cock.
It was tight in the car. I twisted onto my side, ignoring the discomfort. It was worth it to make my hunky werewolf happy. My tongue swirled about the crown of his dick. His salty passion coated my tongue. I savored the flavor as my lips engulfed him.
Forrest let out a happy growl, his hands stroking my auburn ponytail as I worked my lips up and down his shaft. My hands reached into his boxers, finding his heavy balls. I massaged them, working them between my fingers as I loved my werewolf's shaft.
I sucked and hummed as I bobbed up and down his shaft. His hips shifted as his pleasure grew. His growls grew louder. I knew those sounds. His passion was building. I massaged his balls, full of his tasty come.
“Wonderful, Kotie,” he snarled. “You're amazing.”
I was. I smiled around his shaft, losing my rhythm for a moment. I regained it, my fingers playing with his balls, massaging them, eager for his treats. I bobbed faster and faster, my cheeks hollowing as the itch returned between my thighs.
I didn't know why sucking his cock was so sexy, but it always made me wet.
I squeezed my thighs, relieving the ache on my clit. Two more cars passed right after each other, painting bright light through the cab. Did they see what we were doing? My itch grew at the idea they saw us. Maybe it was a young couple and they would be inspired by our passion and would share their love with each other.
“Kotie. I'm gonna come,” Forrest growled.
I moved up his cock until only the tip remained between my lips. I sucked as my tongue caressed his tip. I was ready for his flood. He howled as he came, letting out his wolfish passion. Hot, salty come flooded my mouth. I swallowed it as fast as I could, savoring the creamy texture.
“Damn, Kotie,” Forrest panted as the tide dwindled.
I sat up, licking my lips. Forrest caught me in a hungry kiss, his right hand stroking my cheek. “I think we can make it home now,” I grinned.
“We can try,” he laughed. “You still smell intoxicating.”
I sat back, squirming at the itch growing molten between my thighs. “I can wait. Barely.” I flashed him a grin.
Forrest maybe drove a little over the speed limit on the way home. He was a cop; he knew how to aggressively drive. My light spell had worn off, and the dark mountain whizzed past us as we snaked down the roads. I was completely lost in the dark. Everything seemed so strange at night. Foreign, but not frighting. What could scare me when I was with Forrest?
The thought of our children filled my mind. I pictured a girl with auburn hair and a son with a black mane—the ultimate proof of our love. I was going off the pill. I wanted a child, a piece of my mate to love.
Neither of us were raised by our parents. I barely knew my mother, and Forrest grew up with foster parents. He didn't like to speak of them. They had died when he was a young man. He didn't know his real parents at all. They were probably wolf shifters. Well, one of them had to be.
I stroked my stomach and made a promise to my future children: Forest and I would be there for you.
Gravel crunched beneath the tires when Forrest turned the SUV onto the winding driveway that ran up to our house. It had been Forrest's house, but I had spent the last three months transforming it into our house. It had a rustic feel I liked, but lacked a lot of the little touches that made it into a cozy home. Thanks to the tips I made waitressing at the Moon Tear Roadhouse—the miners were generous with their money—I had bought some new furniture to replace the eclectic collection Forest had gathered. Like many bachelors, his furniture came from friends, garage sales, and thrift stores.
I had also worked on the outside of the house. We had spent our weekends planting flowers and new shrubs to brighten up the place. Forrest didn't complain...much. He grumbled a little, but he also had to do most of the hard work. But he was so sexy when he worked, so I did reward him with passionate sex.
I learned just how bad potting soil can stain. I lost a good blouse last weekend when Forrest took me between planting the fuchsias.
Thinking such naughty thoughts only made the heat between my thighs burn white-hot. Forrest and I were kissing before we made it to the door, our hands roaming all over each other. He pressed me against the front door, his hands squeezing my plump rear while I ground on his hardening bulge.
I shoved my hands into my pockets, fishing my keys out of my jeans. It was so hard to try to insert the key into the lock as he kissed me. I pushed him back, breathing heavily, and turned around to face the door. Forrest seized my hips, pulling me against him as I fumbled with the lock.
“If you don't hurry, I'll just take you on the porch,” he growled in my ear.
“I just might let you,” I moaned as I struggled to get the key into the lock in the dark. I wished my light spell was still active so I could see.
The key slipped in. The lock twisted. The front door sprang open. We fell inside our house. Forrest pulled me into the living room, his fingers working at the fasteners of my jeans. I managed to hit the light switch before I was pushed down on the couch.
“Forrest,” I moaned as he knelt before me. His fingers unsnapped my jeans. I lifted my butt as he worked them off my hips.
“I've been smelling your excitement the entire way home,” he growled. “I need a taste, Kotie.”
“Mmm, anytime,” I moaned as my jeans bunched around my ankles.
My excitement tickled my nose. I had soaked through my panties. A dark spot marred the red cloth. Forrest loved red undergarments. The wolf in him went wild. He ripped them down my thighs, his eyes golden. I shuddered as he buried his face between my thighs and licked.
“Yes!” I gasped as his hungry tongue whipped through my folds.
My breasts heaved as Forrest devoured me. I pulled off my shirt, my breasts contained by my matching, red bra. I reached behind my back, finding the clasp and freeing my tits. I threw the bra to the floor before pinching my small, hard nipples.
Forrest devoured me. He always loved to eat my pussy. He loved the taste and scent of my excitement. Tangy musk perfumed the air. I squirmed on the Afghan covering the couch—the blanket was easier to wash than the couch cushions. Forrest always made me so wet, I would leave a stain behind.
And tonight was no exception. My pleasure shuddered through me as he licked and nuzzled. His fingers reached beneath
my rear to clench my cheeks. His rough fingers kneaded my ass, pulling me tighter against his mouth.
My toes curled in my boots. “Yes, Forrest!” I moaned as the pleasure swelled inside of me.
His lips pressed deep into my folds. His tongue thrust into my pussy's tunnel. He swirled around, teasing my walls. The nerve endings erupted in pleasure, shooting bliss through my body. I bucked and shuddered into his lips.
“So good,” I groaned. “Oh, yes! Keep loving me, Forrest!”
I rolled my nipples with my fingers, adding a small spice to the pleasure. My nipples' bliss were mere drops compared to the flood of rapture churned by Forrest's tongue. His fingers kneaded my rear, exploring and dipping into my crack. His tongue flicked up, brushing my clit.
My hips bucked. “Yes!” I moaned as a small come washed through my body.
Forrest kept attacking my clit, prolonging the pleasure. I squirmed and moaned. My gasps echoed through our living room. His lips latched onto my clit. He sucked. The pleasure burned hotter through me. A second come burst through my body.
Stars danced before my eyes. My breasts heaved as he pleasured me. The bliss never stopped. The waves rolled one after the other through me. “Forrest, yes!” I gasped as he gave me rapture.
A finger brushed my sphincter. He teased the puckered ring. Hot pleasure shot through me as he sank the tip of his finger into my tight depths. I bucked my hips as he worked deeper and deeper into me, the dual sensations mixing in my pussy.
A large orgasm rippled through me. My pussy clenched as Forrest pleasured me. I loved the bliss. I loved the pleasure. But I missed Forrest. I wanted him in me. On top of me. I wanted his strong arms holding me as our bodies heaved together.
“Fuck me, Forrest!” I gasped. “I'm ready! Oh, yes! I need you in me!”
Forrest snarled as he rose, his fingers working on the buttons of his jeans. Still shuddering from my orgasms, I kicked off my cowboy boots and jeans. Forrest's muscled torso came into view, the wolf head medallion I had made for him dangling against his chest. He was chiseled from stone. Barbed wire tattoos ran across his body. They were magical and tinged with red. They helped to constrain his wolf. Forrest had a powerful wolf. He had lost control when he was young. The tattoos let him keep control. The redder the tattoos became, the closer he was to the wolf.
