“Move away from her, motherfucker,” my grandpa roars behind us.
Brass
The motherfucker has sent a lure. He knew my boys and I would not resist her smell. I don’t mind though. My body and mind crave this cute little thing trembling in my arms more than anything in the world. I want to devour her. I want to lick her whole body. I want to bite her.
She’s my mate, after all. I’ll go mad if don’t fuck her raw as soon as possible.
“This is not how you do business,” I say as I turn to face the motherfucker, my arm crossed over the little half-elf’s chest. “Kadmiel, right?”
“Right,” he says.
My boys steel themselves behind me as my eyes flick over the president of the Shadow Immortals MC. He is a legend. And so is the elf standing beside him—my little mate’s daddy.
I kiss her cheek, but her daddy seems unaffected, his eyes cold. I’ve never seen an elf and this one looks like he can kill with just one word.
“We just want to talk,” Kadmiel says.
“Let’s talk then,” I say.
“Let Amaia go,” the elf says.
Amaia. A sweet name for a sweet little thing with sweet pointed little ears.
My mind clouds, my dick rock-hard, and I barely manage to focus on something other than her. Her little cunt to be precise. I can smell her arousal. Hell yeah, she can sense our bond too.
Another figure emerges from the woods. She’s an angel. Her black wings are spread and they shimmer—as black as charcoal, as she sends me a glance of disgust.
“Are you circus clowns or what?” I say. “Every species included. Fuck me.”
My boys erupt into laughter and mimic monkeys.
“Dad, I told you they were uncivilised,” the angel says.
My boys grunt at her insult and she steps back.
I don’t like her. She smells of graveyard.
“Talk to me,” I say.
“Fifty demons,” Kadmiel says.
“None of my business,” I say.
“They’re threatening my family,” Kadmiel continues. “We’re open to negotiations.”
Good. He is a sensible leader and I am a sensible leader too. “I take Amaia to my den and my pack is in,” I say.
Elf-daddy looks like he is finally pissed off.
Kadmiel grins. “Our women are not for wolves. And Amaia is only eighteen.”
“She is mine,” I rumble. I really tried to be civilised. “I’m taking her whether we’ve got a deal or not.”
Kadmiel raises his sword at me as Elf-daddy raises his bow with an arrow set to the string at me.
“Will you help my family if I go with you,” a sweet voice tears its way through my rage.
My eyes meet hers. It’s like I’m drowning in the cobalt ocean on a summer evening. Joy and lust mix inside me, and her tantalising scent hits me even harder than previously. I can’t wait to pull her long red hair together and fuck her rough from behind. I will wreck her. Her wet red tendrils will cling to her white freckled cheeks and she won’t be able to move when I finish with her. No, I’m gonna fuck her so hard she’ll pass out.
I hold her chin and slam my lips on hers, tasting their sweet fullness, then I glance at Kadmiel. “We’ve got a deal.”
I grip my little treasure’s waist and throw her over my shoulder then my pack and I disperse into the woods as Kadmiel’s swear words echo behind me.
Amaia
The wind smacks me as the wolf carries me deeper and deeper into the woods. He runs, jumping over fallen trees. His hard muscles work under his skin. His shoulder digs into my tummy, and I feel breathless. I can hear his strong heart.
There’s his steady breath, the power of his body, and a green blur around me. His perfect butt.
He slows down and climbs wooden stairs then enters a dark hall. The floorboards screeching under his naked feet are all that I can see as he carries me to another room and puts me on the floor. I sit with my legs splayed and my eyes roam over the interior decorated with raw wood. A metal fireplace at the wall disperses the smell of resins as the fire gives the room a warm yellow aura. My eyes fix on the wolf.
He unzips his jeans and shakes them off. His stiff cock springs free and the sight of his massive erection makes me yelp. His pubic hair is as black as the hair on his chest.
“Strip,” he says.
“What?”
“I said something.”
He holds his thick cock and strokes it up and down as his eyes turn intense yellow and blaze. A drop of precum appears on the tip of his cock and he lets out a guttural growl.
“Sir,” I murmur as the mermaid inside me makes me tug the strings of my cloak.
Yep. I’m a mixture of everything—an angel, a mermaid, and an elf. My mermaid is obedient. My mermaid is curious. My mermaid is aroused.
“Brass.” He kneels between my folded legs and tears the cloak off me. “My name is Brass.”
His pack walks into the room and they position themselves on hands and feet in the corners. They are watching me with intensely yellow eyes. Primal energy hangs in the air—untamed lust and wildness. I can see the fabric of their jeans stretch over their massive hard cocks.
Brass runs the back of his knuckles down my cheek then parts my lips with his calloused thumb. I emit a desperate sigh as his hands clutch my waist and he tumbles me over on all fours. Howls travel through the air as he kneels behind me, rubs his erection against my ass, and then pulls my upper body so my back rests against his chest. His hand slips under my tank top and bra. I feel his fingers pinch my nipple.
“Are they going to watch?” I gasp as fever surges through me and my body shivers.
Three pairs of eyes devour me.
“They will never touch you,” Brass says in a husky voice, “but they’re my pack and they’re still single. They want to have some fun too.” His alluring deep voice burns a memory into my mind.
His wolves grin at me, but don’t move. It means that they are going to watch.
I don’t know whether it bothers me or not. I don’t know anything. My mind’s too cloudy, too disconnected from my body that is living its own life.
Brass’s mouth covers mine, and I fall into a dark hot chasm. My arms encircle his neck as he thrusts his tongue in and steals my breath away.
His boys growl, howl and exude sheer violence.
My mermaid pulsates of desire. My mermaid wants to kiss and love.
Brass crushes my lips with his; he demands, almost violates. His hands stroke my breasts. His mouth moves down my neck, and he pulls my top and bites my shoulder—his teeth sharp like needles. I hiss in pain and stiffen.
His fingers roll my nipples and I feel my arousal wet my panties. I moan. I melt.
My elf rebels and it’s as though icy water has filled my veins. I gulp and disintegrate.
Brass
My arms close around nothing as her magic hits me with neutral energy. It’s neither good nor evil; it’s grey like the sky at dawn, delicate like the song of cicadas, mysterious like stalagmites and stalactites in a cave.
I emit a furious growl and reach for my jeans, slipping in.
My heart feels like a demon’s hand has ripped it out. I fucking can’t breathe without her. I already love her.
“Our first bitch ever, and she’s gone,” Nate says as he runs his fingers through his short blond hair.
“Not for long,” I snap.
I will fucking find her.
I will bring her back to my den.
I will fuck her raw. So raw that she’ll scream.
I grab her cloak and sniff at it as my nose and lungs fill with her delicious smell.
She’s my wife whether she wants to be my wife or not. I’ve waited for her for two hundred years. I’m not gonna stop until I have her sprawled on my bed with my cock buried inside her cunt to the root.
Amaia
My mom glances at me with concern as I drop into the couch. I had to repeat ten times that Brass hadn’t mated wit
h me to make her calm down.
“She used elven magic,” Dad says and nods several times.
I see pride in his eyes. He’s teaching me to use this magic, but because I’m only a half-elf it’s always been difficult for me. It’s been the first time ever I was able to use my teleportation ability.
“I broke the deal,” I shriek.
“There was no deal,” my mom says with anger. “Only those stinky animals.”
Grandpa Kadmiel walks into the bar and nods at me. “Good to see you back.”
“I’m sorry,” I say.
“We’ll find another way,” Grandpa says.
“You should go back to him,” Adva says from behind the counter, filling a glass with beer for Grandpa Kadmiel. Uncle Conah leans over the counter, kisses her cheek and whispers something into her ear. She giggles like a teenager and makes a threatening gesture with her finger. “The wolf is her mate.” There’s stoic calm in her voice.
“No,” my parents say with one voice.
“She’ll dry out without him,” Adva says.
“She’s not a wolf,” my mom says.
“But I felt it,” I say quietly. “I felt his love. It’s so… so intense.”
“Go to bed,” my mom says and looks at my dad, clearly seeking his support.
“Go to bed,” my dad says and blinks a few times in a row like he’s nervous.
They are such hypocrites.
I look at Heather and she rolls her eyes. Theo pulls her onto his lap; he massages her pregnant belly, kisses her temple, her lips, her neck, and they ignore me, occupied with snuggling and kissing. Right. Their honeymoon never ends.
Rebel smirks at me.
“Fuck off,” I mouth to him.
“Fuck off,” he mouths to me.
Right we love each other as two cousins would.
“Go to bed,” my mom says.
“Go to bed,” my dad repeats like an echo and blinks like he has sand in his eyes.
I kiss my parents goodnight and shuffle to my bedroom. Grabbing a towel from the drawer, I walk into the bathroom and turn on the hot water in the shower cabin. Brass’s smell is still lingering on my skin, intense and animal-like. It stabs my heart and makes me yearn for his muscular arms.
I step under the stream of water and hug myself. Sadness presses against my chest and I can’t figure out the reason for my inappropriate emotions. I should be angry, horrified or disturbed, but no, I’m just very sad.
A man held me in his embrace. Not a man. A wolf.
I should be ashamed of myself, because I almost let him fuck me, but no, my whole being is dying like I’ve lost my beloved husband.
I can’t breathe.
I stagger out of the shower cabin and pat myself dry. Wiping the steam away from the mirror, I watch the bite mark on my shoulder. It looks like a brand. I shiver and freeze for a moment then I brush my teeth and tumble into my bedroom. There is no oxygen in my lungs. I wheeze as tears fill my eyes.
I feel like I’m a grey void. I’m hollow and so fucking sad I want to disintegrate.
Chapter 7
Amaia
Putting on a tank top with matching panties, I collapse onto my bed and curl up into a ball.
A light knocking on the door makes me shudder. I sit up and hitch up the duvet so my body is covered up to my neck.
“Come in,” I rasp.
My dad walks in and drops into the chair. He glances at me with concern.
“I’m fine,” I say.
He raises his hands. “I didn’t say anything.”
“Nobody has warned me, you know.”
“You are an elf. We thought…” He blinks a few times and huffs out.
“Even an elf may want to get married and have a family.”
“We thought you’d focus on practicing magic. You’ve always been very elfish.”
“Oh really?” I snort. “Maybe I should join S’Ylla and live like her.”
I met her once. That was when I went shopping with Zarall. She introduced herself to me and we had a cup of coffee together. She was distanced, cold, yet at the same time curious. She didn’t ask about Rebel, not even once. I wanted to twist her neck and see her eyes pour out of the sockets.
“I’m like you, Dad.”
“Oh no.” He scratches his head. “I’m a really hard case. Don’t be like me.”
I burst into laughter. “You’re an elf only in appearance—at heart you like all the men in our compound. I’m the same.”
“You’re nicer than me.”
“Oh, come on. Everyone loves you here.”
He grins and his cold face lights up. “I will accept whatever choice you make.”
“Thanks dad. What about Mom?”
“I’ll talk to her.”
I huff out. “She’s scared and furious and disgusted.”
“She needs time.”
“She’s a hypocrite.”
“You see. And she says I am a hypocrite.” He nods several times. “Take your time. Your mother is nervous, but that’s because she loves you very much.”
“Thanks for everything. Love you, daddy.”
“Love you too, little shrimp.” He walks off.
I lie down on the mattress.
My head fills with a wolf’s growls. It’s as though they’re drifting to me from very far away, just echoes or memories, I’m unsure. The wolf howls in the distance or in my head, and I sit up. I hear another howl, longer, full of despair, like the wolf is crying. It breaks my heart.
I grab my head in both my hands and sob. More growls invade my mind, but that one sad howl muffles them, jabs my heart and forces me to jump from my bed.
I take a shaky breath and magic fills me. My surroundings waver then coldness envelops me as my feet rest against pine needles. I’m outside of the clubhouse. A cloud of vapour leaves my mouth and I start running. I must run. Every molecule of my body urges me to run.
My legs carry me faster and faster as my inner elf guides me. I’m graceful like a cat, fast like the wind, possessed by a dark desire.
Somebody’s arms brace me from behind, causing me to stop abruptly. I feel weightless then I fall down to the mossy ground. A massive frame crushes mine. I know it’s Brass. I can smell him. I can feel him with my every nerve.
I gasp as he pulls me up so I kneel with my back pressed against his chest. He holds my chin, turns my face and latches his lips on mine. We kiss like he’s my breath and I’m his. We kiss like he’s my life and I’m his.
“Brass,” I gasp into his mouth.
His primal growl answers me. I feel his hands rip off my panties then he holds my chin and runs his finger along my slit. His heavy hot breath mingles with mine. He slides his finger into my pussy. I moan as his digit stretches me. My pussy burns. Even his finger is too much.
Brass pumps his finger in and out, giving me pain and pleasure. I’m soaking wet for him, so wet that I can smell myself.
The other wolves surround us. I can sense their arousal. I can hear their heavy breaths and lustful growls.
I’m burning.
My blood is all dark fever.
Brass’s skin is even hotter against mine.
“I’m sorry,” I shriek.
“Mine,” Brass growls into my ear, the menace in his voice making me shudder, and he hooks the back of my neck.
He pushes me down so I’m on all fours. His hard cock throbs against my ass. I spread my knees wider for him as he runs the head of his cock up and down my slit and pushes me further so I dip my shoulders down. My ass is in the air. My greedy pussy clenches with need. I want him more than anything. I want him to fuck me senseless.
I suck in a breath and feel his cock circling my entrance. Then he pushes in and buries his whole length inside me.
Brass
Her wail echoes in the woods as I pin her down to the ground with my weight.
I never expected her to be that tight. But she is. She’s a little elf with a little cunt. I love her cunt.
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sp; Her body trembles beneath mine, and she cries.
I enclose her with my arms and wait, my mind ravenous like never before. I love being inside her. Her cunt is clenched around my dick and I know I’m gonna cum within two, three thrusts. I know I’ll cum hard.
“Red,” I rasp into her ear. “I don’t want to hurt you, baby.”
Actually, I want to. I want to do horrible things to her. I love the feeling of having her impaled on my cock. I love her whimpers. I love the thought that my cock is so big and her cunt is so tiny.
And I fucking don’t know anything. There’s hot fever in my head. I’m insane.
I kiss the angle of her jaw, the salt of her tears pricking my lips. Her hand seeks something to hold on so I lace my fingers with hers.
I’m on the brink.
I can’t stand it any longer.
I move my hips against her ass and go deeper. And it’s so fucking intense that I see white sparks in front of my eyes. A wave of delirious heat goes to my toes. My little girl stiffens beneath me and emits a low-pitched sound.
“Breathe,” I say and that’s all I can articulate as the darkness of my desire for her floods me violently.
I thrust into her hard as her voice halts. Every stroke against her cunt is like bliss. I ascend higher and higher then I explode like a supernova.
I’m deaf. I’m blind. I’m desensitised.
Then love floods me. Eternal and endless. I’m hers and she’s mine.
I pull my cock out of her and she groans. The smell of blood hits my nostrils. My wolf growls with excitement. I know what her blood means. My wife was a virgin before I took her.
I turn her over on her back then pull her into my embrace and rise to my feet, supporting her back and ass. Her limbs fall loosely as her virginal blood moistens my thigh.
Her head drops back so I draw her even closer to me and start running towards my den.
This is the happiest moment in my life, but I know my little wife will give me even more joy.
She sighs as I finally walk into our wooden house perched on the hill. The dense wall of pine trees surrounds it as the river rumbles along the opposite side of the hill.
I climb the wooden stairs and enter my bedroom in the attic. Amaia groans as I lay her gently on my bed. She looks so fucking right here.
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