The Witch and the Wolf: Part Two

by Lola Kidd

  “Where is she?” Cross asked, looking around. “Hey, ghostie! We’re here. Don’t wanna come out and play now that we found you?”

  “You stupid mongrel.” Dirt flew up at Cross. “You shouldn’t be desecrating my resting place with your filthy presence.”

  “What are you talking about? You invited me here.”

  Beatrice finally materialized. “I invited my descendent. She’s the one that let her dog tag along for the trip.”

  Cross growled low in his chest. Rory put up her hand. “Enough!”

  The ghost pouted. “I really can’t believe that an ancestor of mine was cohabitating with a wolf. I mean, sister, do you know what his kind does?”

  “His name is Cross and I’m Aurora,” Rory said. “I don’t really care what you think about his kind. I want to know why you sought me out.”

  “No, you sought me out this time I believe,” Beatrice correct. “If you found this place than you’ve heard what a lowdown dirty piece of scum my Albert was.”

  “If this was how you acted all the time, I can see why he left you,” Cross said. More dirt hit him in the face.

  “Yes, we heard,” Rory said, ignoring Cross and Beatrice’s fighting. “It really is a shame what happened to you, but why did you have to come and see me?”

  “Men are all the same, you know,” Beatrice said, glaring at Cross. “You may think you’re getting more loyalty with a dog, but I am telling you, he’s just like the rest of them.”

  “We aren’t together,” Rory said quickly. “We’re hiding out here and he’s more of my protector. Nothing else.”

  Beatrice laughed. “I’m not human anymore, dear sister. I can see what’s going on between the two of you very clearly. I believe the wolves would say that you have claimed each other.”

  Rory gritted her teeth. “Fine. We’ve claimed each other. But why is the ghost world talking about me?”

  “Oh, that,” Beatrice said. “I can’t believe you haven’t heard already. Some dark fae are looking for you. THE dark fae actually.”

  “You mean the Lost Tribe,” Rory asked. Cross came to stand by her.

  “How did the ghosts hear that the Lost Tribe wants Rory?” Cross asked.

  “We aren’t pinned to this dimension like you fragile creatures,” she explained.

  “Really? Because I thought ghosts were chained to their places of rest,” Cross asked, playing innocent. He covered his face before the dirt hit him.

  “On this plane of existence, yes, but we can travel at will on other planes. Why do you think you don’t see much of us, stupid dog?” she turned to Rory. “I feel like there is someone I need to speak with about this whole dog thing. It is wholly unacceptable.”

  “She’s an adult, ghost,” Cross sneered. “She can be with whoever she wants to. I don’t think you’re the best judge of character anyway.”

  “Why do the Lost Tribe want me?” Rory pressed. She was so close! Cross had been right. The vampires must be working with the Lost Tribe. They must have found a way out of the alternative dimension. That was bad for everyone. They were going to have to call a council. Shit would get real very fast if the Lost Tribe managed to cross back over.

  “I think it has something to do with getting back here. Why they would want to I have no idea.” Beatrice shuddered. “This place is awful for superior creatures. We have to hold back and not be our true selves. The witches should have sent our kind to the lost dimension. It could have been a utopia.”

  “That’s great and all, but if the Lost Tribe wants to come back it’s going to be for revenge,” Cross said grimly. “They’ll start with your kind first you know. They’re going to wipe all your brothers and sisters out of existence first. I bet all they’ve been doing is training to do it once they get over here.”

  Beatrice looked horrified. “No! They can’t do that.”

  “They can and will,” Cross said. “We should go, Rory. There’s no point in us being in Sienna anymore. We’re going to need to call in a lot more fire power than my pack and your coven.”

  “Your coven!” Beatrice said. “I’m going to tell your coven all about you and the doggie. They’re going to put an end to this little dalliance.”

  “Are you fucking batty?” Cross asked. “The Lost fucking Tribe is trying to get their hands on her for God knows what reason and that’s what you’re worried about? Get a fucking grip.”

  “She’s told us everything she knows,” Rory said. “You're right, we can leave. There’s no point in staying up here.”

  She went to put her helmet back on.

  “Wait!” Beatrice said. “I have something you need. I’m not completely useless even if I am a ghost.”

  “Well?” Rory said. She really hated dealing with ghosts. Reading about their lack of direction was one thing but having to actually speak with one was maddening. Without crossing over, their spirits lost touch with the world and they got a little disjointed mentally. There was little Beatrice could offer them. She probably just wanted to keep her audience longer.

  “I have a spell that will kill a vampire cold,” she said slyly.

  “Bullshit. Get on the bike, Rory.” Cross revved his engine.

  “He’s right. There is no spell like that. If there were, vampires would have been long gone.”

  “Not if it was a partner spell,” Beatrice said. “And it had to be performed by a fairy and a witch.”

  Cross looked at Rory quizzically.

  “She’s right,” Rory said dazed. “That spell would be useless. If you can find a witch and fairy that get along, it would be almost impossible to find two whose magic was compatible.”

  “So then it’s worthless,” Cross said. “Let’s go.”

  He was right. But how to explain the beauty of a spell like that. It didn’t matter that she or her coven would never use it. Just having the spell was worth sticking around for a few more minutes.

  “You want the spell,” Beatrice said elated. “I knew you would.”

  “Then tell me,” Rory demanded.

  Dust and dirt flew up as Beatrice wrote on the ground. When she was finished, Rory stood back and examined her work.

  “You didn’t finish,” she said coming to the last word.

  “About that,” Beatrice said looking sheepish. “I don’t have the entire spell per say.”

  “She’s bullshitting us again,” Cross warned.

  “The rest is with a good fairy I know,” Beatrice said glaring at Cross. “You’ll have to go find her if you want the rest. Her name is Periwinkle and she lives near Sienna. You’ll be able to find her.”

  Beatrice disappeared before Cross or Rory could say anything else.

  Three

  “A good fairy?! Are you fucking kidding me?” Cross asked, kicking dirt again.

  “That’s actually really easy,” Rory said. “But don’t you dare call her a good fairy or she won’t help us.”

  Cross nodded. “They hate the f-word. Which is really fucking stupid if you ask me.”

  “It’s because of humans. Fairy sounds like a twinkling little sprite. Not too flattering if you’re a thousand-year-old, magic-wielding creature.”

  “Sure, ok. Get on the bike, Blondie. We got to get back to town before nightfall.”

  Rory climbed on behind him and wrapped her arms tightly around him. Ever since his wolf had claimed her, she was a lot less afraid of the bike. Thank god. It made it so much easier to pay attention to the road. They had spent a lot more time than he wanted to out in Sand Springs. He had to speed to get back into Sienna by nightfall.

  He headed for the supermarket. They had forgotten to pick up supplies that morning. He was getting real sick of diner food.

  “What do you want to eat tonight?” Rory asked as they walked through the produce section.

  “I don’t really care. I can cook just about anything though.”

  “Really? I thought a compound full of men would be ordering out pizza every night.”

  “Ha ha,
” Cross said. “We don’t have ‘women’s work’ besides bearing pups and riding bitch.”

  Rory looked appalled. “Does that mean I’m the bitch in our situation?”

  “I wouldn’t say that,” Cross laughed. “It’s just what we call the back seat. No man would ride on back unless he was gravely injured, like right on death’s door.”

  “Whatever.” She looked at a box of pre-made pasta on the shelf. He could tell she was annoyed. He didn’t make up the term! She was so fucking moody.

  “I was thinking we could have steaks tonight. Since you love meat and all,” he suggested.

  “Works for me. We can do baked potatoes too. Make it a whole manly-man meal.”

  “We gotta get some good whiskey too then.”

  She laughed. “Let’s not go too far. We are still in hiding from dangerous immortal creatures and werewolf bikers. I don’t think it’s a good time to get sloshed.”

  They grabbed meat and bread to make sandwiches for lunch and more breakfast foods. He wanted to get enough breakfast and lunch food for a few days, but she argued it wouldn’t all fit in her backpack. She was hoping to be home before they could use it all he figured. She didn’t need to say it. He could tell she was dreading going back to the cabin for the night. She was so anxious. He couldn’t wait to just get the mating over with. She was going to be so much calmer after.

  He paid for everything and they headed back to the cabin. As soon as they got back he started warming up the grill out back.

  “I’m going to shower, if that’s ok?” she said.

  “That’s fine. I’ll get in after dinner.”

  He stayed outside with the grill most of the time she was showering. If she was going to be up to her old tricks in the shower, he didn’t want to hear this time. It wouldn’t matter since the only way for her to truly get off was between his legs. Nothing else would work now that she had accepted his claim.

  He contemplated their situation while he made dinner. He had never heard of a witch being able to accept a wolf’s claim before. Neither could a fae as far as he had heard. Though, it’s not like either party would want it to get around if it had happened. They hadn’t told anyone yet. She wasn’t happy about it either. He expected most witches in her situation would feel the same.

  That alone made her different than other witches. She had magic potential off the charts too, not that she knew about that. As normal as she insisted she was, there was a lot more to Aurora Silver than met the eye. He really knew how to pick ‘em. Of all the wolves and humans he had ever met, he didn’t know how it was a witch, and one like her that, had to be his mate. Not that he was complaining. She was beautiful and smart and strong. She was everything he would have hoped for in a mate.

  He just needed to find a way to get her to feel the same about him. She felt it now, but she didn’t want to feel it. He didn’t know how he could fix that yet, but he would. After saving her life and getting the Lost Tribe to leave her alone. It was going to be one hell of a summer.

  When he finished the food, he realized she had been in the shower a long time. His wolf wasn’t going nuts so she wasn’t in danger. He went inside to see what she was up to.

  ***

  The shower had been exactly what she needed. She had gotten herself off twice in the shower, a record for her. It hadn’t done any good. The ache was still there. But at least she was clean now. Riding a moped she never got as grimy as on Cross’ motorcycle.

  When she finished she had put on her bra and panties and lay back on her bed. It had been so hot outside all day, but at night it cooled off to a comfortable temperature. She must have nodded off, because the next time she opened her eyes Cross was standing over her.

  “Dinner’s done,” he said, eyes traveling down her body. “You didn’t come down so I came to check on you. Make sure nothing had happened.”

  He was standing between the bed and her clothes. She could have grabbed the cover to pull over herself but she didn’t. She cursed herself for leaving the door unlocked. “I’ll be down in a minute. Thanks for waking me up.”

  He didn’t leave her to get dressed though. Instead, he put his hand on her stomach. The small touch was enough to send shivers through her body. He just let his hand sit there.

  “The food’s not going anywhere,” he said. He put on knee on the bed and leaned down.

  In the back of her mind, she knew she should stop him or at least resist. That part of her mind was drowned out by every single other cell in her body. She sat up to meet his kiss. There was no preparing for her body's reactions to finally getting what it needed. Because boy did she ever need this. The ache between her legs became a roar and she pulled him onto the bed with her.

  She ran up her hands down his back and grabbed his ass. She wished she had more hands because there were just too many places on his body she wanted to feel. He sat up and pulled of his shirt and in that moment she decided it didn’t matter if wolves and witches didn’t mix. Nobody needed to know what they did while they were alone up here. It was a one night thing and she was going to enjoy every minute of it.

  His body really was a work of art. He was so hard and chiseled. She tugged at his fly as they kept kissing. She could have kept kissing him the entire night and done nothing else. He was such a great kisser. She ran her tongue over his full bottom lip and bit him a little. Hard. He went to pull back, but she wrapped her hands in his hair to keep him close.

  She was moaning in his mouth and rubbing her entire body against him when he grabbed her hand and forced himself away from her. He must have had enough of her biting. Funny, she thought a werewolf would be able to handle a little pain with his sex. She smirk at him and unbuttoned his jeans.

  Just as she was about to unzip his fly and finally get a peak at his goods, he surprised her by slapping her hand away. She looked up, shocked, as he got off her and climbed off the bed.

  “Hey!” she protested. “I thought we were going to do this already.”

  “Oh, we are,” he said. “Come here.”

  She went to get up and kiss him, but he pushed her to sit down on the edge of the bed. He leaned down the kiss her hard and deep. While they were kissing, he ran his hands through her long, blond hair.

  “Take off your bra,” he told her. “Now.”

  The tone in his voice sent shivers to her crotch. If this was how he wanted to do it, than it was more than alright by her. She would never admit it out loud but she loved when he went all alpha.

  She took her bra off and he immediately grabbed one breast in his hand and squeezed while kissing her more. Her lips were beginning to feel bruised they had kissed so much. They were moving too slow. She reached for his fly again and he didn’t stop her this time. While still kissing, she managed to maneuver his pants and boxers to his knees. She broke the kiss so she could finally get a good look at him.

  He was exactly as big as the sweatpants had led her to believe. Bigger than she was used to working with. She took it as a challenge. He guided her head to his crotch and she happily complied. She put one hand at the base of his manhood and wrapped her lips around the tip. She ran her tongue across the small slit and he bucked into her mouth. She did it again and then moved her head back and forth a few times.

  The hand on the back of her head urged her forward. She put a hand on his stomach to keep him from going too far into her mouth. He was moaning and growling as she kept up. It was music to her ears. She had never enjoyed going down a guy this much before. She wondered if it was because of the claim or the sexy noises he was making. Because it felt fantastic to know she was driving him that wild.

  The muscles in his stomach started to quiver. He pulled her head back.

  “Not there.” His voice was raspy with lust. He pulled his pants and boxers all the way off. She knew exactly what he meant and it sent a jolt right to her core.

  He let go of her hair and put his hands at her waist. He threw her back onto the bed like she weighed no more than a feather. Once her b
ack hit the mattress, he grabbed her legs and pulled them apart. The speed that he moved at took her breath away. That had to be a were thing. No human could move that fast. Her panties were off before she could even blink.

  She lay naked beneath him and she was shaking. The anticipation was too much. He just sat and stared at her. She tried to sit up or scoot closer, but he pushed her back into the mattress.

  “You sure about this?” he asked.

  “Yes. Geez, yes!” she moan. “I want you inside of me now. Please.”

  That did the trick. She would have asked sooner if that was all it took. He didn’t go slowly or give her time to adjust. He impaled her fully in one hard thrust. The sudden intrusion and the joy of finally getting what she had denied herself was enough to send her over the edge. Her body shook with pleasure. He didn’t move again until she had let go of the bed sheet.

  His pace was slow but hard. It felt like he was trying to fuck his way to her core. Her teeth chattered with every thrust. It felt so good she wanted to thank him but couldn’t form the words. The only things she could say were unintelligible moans and babble. He stopped for a minute and before she could complain, he pulled her legs to his shoulders and kept up his pounding.

  She was clutching at the bed again within seconds. The change of angles had him brushing at just the right spot with each thrust. Every muscle in her body began to contract in anticipation of the big finale. Sweat was pouring off his body as he picked up the pace. Finally, when the pleasure was just turning to pain, she was wound so tight, she came hard.

  Her eyes closed and she writhed in pleasure. Before she finished, he pulled out of her and flipped her over on the bed. He entered her again from behind this time, pressing her into the bed with his hands on her hips. He wasn’t thrusting as deep this time, but the angle was still perfect.

  Her face was pressed into the mattress so she couldn’t look back, but it didn’t feel like fingers digging into her hips. She was glad she couldn’t see because she was sure that it was claws she was feeling. It was painful, but she didn’t care. He could do whatever he wanted to her by this point. She knew he wouldn’t hurt her. He pounded her into the mattress with back breaking thrusts. She knew he was close because his growling picked up. And it was growling now. She could actually feel him swelling inside of her as he got close to finishing.