Lover's Soul: Werewolf Sexy Romance (Biwole Wolves Book 2)

by JP Vasha

  With his hold on my butt cheeks, he made sure I was straddling his clad cock between my thighs. I moaned when I felt him so hot and heavy, even through the denim, and I wanted him inside me. I rocked against him, wanting him to know I couldn't wait any longer, but he stilled my movements with a simple slap on my butt. I moaned again. I was out of my mind with lust by then.

  Without a warning he rose, with my in his arms, and threw me back on the bed. He got out of his remaining clothes and was on me a moment later, squishing me to the mattress under his hot, heavy weight. His lips were back on mine now that he finished marking me, and he was forcing my legs to open wide, although forcing is too strong a word. I needed him to be in control, needed him to be the dominant one in bed, because that, I understood then, was part of my nature. I might not be submissive in werewolves' terms, but I wasn't a dominant either, and in bed, I needed someone like Zack Grey. I needed only Zack Grey.

  He was fondling my breasts next, pinching my pebbled nipples, teasing and taunting with his touch until I was writhing underneath him, needing him inside me as fast as possible. I was so wet I probably created a small pool on the sheets.

  Apparently, my urgency was contagious because he suddenly grabbed my legs, spreading me even wider, and braced himself on top of me. He stared into my eyes, his just as wild as mine probably were, as he eased himself inch by inch inside me, creating an unfamiliar feeling inside me, burning hotter and hotter, knotting my stomach, stringing me high. Then he shoved roughly deep inside of me, and the burn of sudden, ripping pain, was immediately drown by heat and lust and pure hunger.

  A fleeting, insecure thought occurred to me, that it was my body now, not Khloe's, and that I was far from perfect in looks, that I'd just given away my virginity. When Zack lowered his lips to my mark, biting the skin there again, ans he pasted me to the bed and began pumping in and out of me, that thought was gone under unimaginable wave of sensations.

  There were no words as he thrusted deep inside of me, stretching me to the fullest, making my back my bow as I felt the knots tightening in the pit of my stomach. He was quickening the pace, all restraints ceasing to exist, and an animalistic growl rose in his chest, making him tremble with its fierceness. Something inside of me preened at the sound, rising to the surface, and a split moment of coherence made me ponder what the hell was that until my skin wasn't just burning but searing, as though being scorched from inside out, and then...

  Then all tension broke, making me scream and thrash underneath him as the climax gripped me, spasming my legs, pouring ecstasy into my veins, and when he growled again, this time harsher, and pumped two times fast before burying himself to the hilt, he shuddered, shuttering right along, filling me up with him, tying our bodies together.

  We lay there, tangled together, him on top of me and me enveloping him like a overly attached koala. But I was overly attached. I felt attached. Zack was my mate and I was finally recognizing him in such a deep level.

  That thought made me freeze in his arms. Before he could sense the change in me I sat up, rose on my feet, and strode to the bathroom. I heard him calling after me in question but I refused to answer. Instead, I looked in the mirror and felt a rush of blood in my ears, my heart thudding faster than an African drummer.

  My body was mine, the one of Carla Mill, and I wanted to weep.

  Chapter Twenty-Eight

  Death hadn't done my body any good. You would've thought my body was conjured all skinny from some diet the afterlife might've offered, but no, it was exactly the same as when I died. My body was round, as overweight as it always was, with overly plump hips, butt and boobs. My cheeks were round and full, still making my face seem baby-like. My eyes, thank God, were still hazel, and my hair was long and mousy brown, now frizzly from having sex with Zack.

  Tears streamed down my face as despair took root inside me. How could Zack screw me like that? How could anyone want someone who looked like I did now, without Khloe's gorgeousness? I was a fat, ugly, puffy-eyed monster and there was no way Zack would ever want me again. He'd been hazed by the fact I finally recognized him as my mate to actually look at me. He couldn't be –

  Muscular arms, familiar arms, closed around me from behind and Zack's face appeared in the mirror. "You're beautiful, Carla," he said softly, leaning his head on my shoulder. "Stop crying and feel sorry for yourself, for how you look, because there's nothing for you to feel sorry about."

  I sniffed as I curled my arms on top of his. "You can't possibly love this," I said, disgusted with myself and with feeling like I did, "I look like a baboon on after a rampage gone wrong."

  His arms tightened around my waist as his jaw locked and his eyes met mine through the mirror. "I won't allow my mate to talk or think about herself like that," he growled, eyes flashing wild silver with anger. "You're beautiful. Every part of you is fucking beautiful. I've always preferred fuller girls, you know."

  "So If Khloe's body was still mine, you wouldn't like me?" I asked, shocked and also insulted.

  "Don't be a fool, Carla," he made a face, "I don't love you because of how you look, even though now you're so much more fucking stunning. I love you because your personality is one of the best, gentlest, most soothing I've ever encountered."

  I froze at his words. "You love me?" I couldn't have heard him right. He couldn't possibly say it and mean it –

  His response was to lick at the mark he'd left on me. "Of course I love you," he said as though it was a matter of fact, clutching me close, "how can't I? It's like Fate had created you just for me. No man can't not love the one he knows meant to be his, especially when he sees that for himself before his own fucking eyes. You're mine." He was growling now. "And I'm yours. We can't have it any other way and I don't want it be. I want you. Only you."

  Another wave of tears threatened to escape, but I swallowed it in, letting myself bask in his beautiful words. "I love you too," I whispered, choked, "I've been falling for you the moment you told me about yourself, about your past, and let me reach out for you." And that was the truth. While I hadn't processed it back then, it was the truth. I knew it was.

  "Fuck," he grunted, licking at my mark and causing me to shiver, "I want to be inside you again but we have to talk about other stuff before that."

  "What other stuff?" I murmured, barely listening as his hand began circling my lower belly. My breath hitched when his fingers brushed the curls between my thighs.

  He groaned into my skin before he suddenly let go, taking his hands off me. "I need to tell you about what happened in Logia after you were out of it," he said, and when I turned and looked at him, I saw that he was pained that he couldn't bury himself into me just yet. That made two of us.

  Swallowing hard, I nodded. He was right. I needed to know what happened.

  We walked back to the bedroom and go dressed. Clothes waited for me, clothes for my size. I grimaced as I saw the size tag reading XL but I sighed and put it on. Zack said he loved me like that even better. I believed him. Being irrationally insecure about it would do both of us no good. As long as Zack loved me like that, nothing else mattered.

  It would be tough to brush this specific insecurity off, but I would work on it. I would work on everything to make this mating be one that wouldn't just last forever, but would be filled with so much love both of us would be drowning in it in the best of ways.

  Once we were clothed, Zack began. "I'll start with the fact your raised the Demonomancer."

  I grimaced. "Sounds like fun."

  He gave me a half smile. "So you raised the Demonomancer. Her powers woke with her and they went haywire. Ambery grabbed you and Khloe's body," he paused for a moment before continuing, "and only managed to grab onto Mike, Shell and met as he teleported out. Haykon Tollier died under the wave of demons."

  My grimace deepened. While I didn't particularly like the Necromancer, he did bring both Khloe and me back to life, then brought me my body back. He didn't deserve to die. But, my intuition told me it was inevi
table. After all, when one resurrected a person, there was price to pay. I had a feeling the cosmic powers that controlled that kind of things made it so, since both my body was raised and the Demonomancer's soul and body, the cosmic way of balancing stuff out was taking Haykon Tollier to the dead, and... maybe even Khloe, too.

  Or maybe not. Maybe I was just trying to find an excuse as to why she died, even though I knew she was the one who gave up on her own life, not wanting to be alone.

  I got back to track and thought about what Zack had just said. "I thought the only Deity who could teleport people with them was someone called Kalypso."

  "That's only half-true," Zack explained, giving me a somber look. "Ambery explained it to us after all of this was over. Every Deity can teleport people with them, but it exhausts them to a point that they're left defenseless, that's why the refrain from doing it. Ambery teleported us out of there because of the imminent danger, so basically it was like a necessity."

  That sounded legit. "So where did he teleport us?"

  "To Edashore's capital, Glaicia," my mate said, "directly into the royal palace, where the Queen of Logia resides and the portal back to Earth is in."

  I remembered Kim telling us about the fact Logia had a queen, who was the other Deity who decided to stay back at Logia after the war wrecked the land. "So you all met her?"

  At his grim nod, I guess it wasn't a good experience. "She was terrifyingly beautiful, and reeking of danger, which sent all of our instincts into haywire. She offered a piece of knowledge about your... heritage."

  Tensing, I nodded at him to go on. That was good. I needed to hear this.

  "You were called Carla upon birth," he said softly, "your father's identity is unknown, but your mother, a Witch, died giving birth to you, which made you an orphan newborn. You were offered as a tribute to the Queen, and she sent you to Earth, to your parents in Amarillo. She also cast a spell on you," his eyes turned pensive, "she made sure you looked like your parents and that your parents would believe you were truly their child."

  That was not what I expected, but I took it all in anyway. The pile had already crumbled down. This was just information that was good to have, nothing more. I didn't know my true mother, and since my parents knew nothing about my existence now, there was nothing more I could feel about it. So I just nodded, wanting him to continue.

  Zack smiled briefly and took my hands in his. "If it's too much, tell me. I'm not going to be a selfish bastard anymore. We're in this together." His face got serious. "If you accept my fear, then I accept yours. Clear?"

  "Yes," I murmured, my voice rough.

  "Good," he exhaled loudly. "Anyway, after that, we returned back to Budapest, and since Ambery was spent, he called Kimberly, who brought that Kalypso with him. They teleported us back to Lumen and here we are, two days later."

  I sat back, shoulders slumping. "So it's all over."

  He nodded and came to sit next to me. "Yes it is. Everything is finally solved."

  "Except for Khloe dying," I murmured, my chest aching. "She told me just before she... she left. She didn't want to be alone. It didn't matter that there was a mate waiting for her, that I would still be her friend. She couldn't take it. She'd been alone and betrayed her entire life, so she just gave up." Again, tears welled my eyes. I just couldn't stop them from coming. "She said to tell Mike he... he could do better."

  Zack embraced me to him, not saying a word. There was nothing he could say to lessen the pain, or to make the situation better. Khloe was dead. She was gone. Mike was now left mateless, and who knew what would happen to him? Mating is a one-in-a-lifetime kind of things to werewolves. But since he'd never truly mated Khloe, would he be able to find someone else? I doubted it. Werewolves were loyal to their mates to the core. Even if he was still alive, he would never betray the mate he'd never mated. That much I knew for sure. Mike wasn't like that.

  After a long silence, Zack let go of me a little so he could look into my eyes. "Why haven't you mated me yet?" he asked out of the blue.

  My eyes widened. "We haven't mated?"

  His eyes narrowed in suspicion. "No, we haven't. You got any idea as to why?"

  That wasn't possible. When I looked into his eyes and finally recognized him, when we had sex, I was so sure I let all my walls fall. My power even gave its own way of magical approval to my choice. So why...?

  A horrid thought occurred to me. I grabbed his wrists and said, "Let met check something."

  His eyes didn't waver away from me. "Go ahead."

  Closing my own, I reached for my power. It still existed inside me, tame under a psychic leash. I wouldn't use it anytime soon, that was for sure. Then, I tried to venture into my own mind, where I could usually feel Khloe when we were still bonded together in her body.

  What I saw when I reached the dark mental chamber made me choke out loud. "Her wolf," I whispered, in shock, "it's inside me."

  Zack tensed. "What do you mean, it's inside of you?"

  "When Khloe and I were revived," I explained in a rush, "her wolf was separated from her soul, like it had its own spirit. We weren't able to shift into it no matter who was in charge. Back in Logia, before all hell broke loss, Khloe told me her wolf was dying, probably out of suffocation from being caged inside our mind." A sob of disbelief left my throat. "It's still here. I haven't been aware of it until now, but it's here. I think... I think it's preventing me from mating you somehow. Maybe because I haven't connected with it?" I opened my eyes and looked at him with panic. "I'm no a werewolf, Zack, obviously. What if I can't connect with it? I can't shift. I can't be a werewolf Necromancer or something foolish like that!"

  "We have to try," his voice was thick, "dammit, Carla, you have to try and shift before something bad happens to you."

  My lips trembled. "How? How do I do this?"

  "Try to reach out for it, to consciously show affection to it, that you won't hurt it," he said, sounding frantic, "I'll shift now, too, so the wolf would feel one of her kin."

  Throat dry, all I could was nod as Zack disappeared and in his stead appeared his dark-chocolate wolf. I looked into the wolf's silver eyes and took a shaky breath as I plunged inside my mind again, easier than before. I could do this. I had to do this.

  I reached out with a mental hand to the wolf. Come on, Khloe, I told the wolf, come on, help both of us here. I won't hurt you. You know that. You're Khloe after all. Please, I almost whimpered in my own mind, don't prevent me from mating Zack. He also has a wolf. Can't you feel him?

  The wolf cringed away from me.

  Desperation hit me hard. Don't leave me like your human form did, I begged, feeling helpless, please, little wolf. Don't leave me like the human Khloe did. Don't do this to me. Don't do this to yourself. I know that you can't mate with your own wolf anymore, but there's another wolf here. He loves me, little wolf. He loves me, and his wolf would obviously adore you, since you're part of me now. Please.

  The wolf was still flinching away, but she was listening. I could feel her listening. That was a good sign. Of course it was good sign. It was an awesome sign.

  Bond with me, little wolf, I pleaded, I might not be Khloe, but I promise I'll treat you well. I promise. Just give it a shot. Don't give up like your human did. Don't be weak. You're not weak. Please –

  It happened suddenly. One moment I was begging a wolf's spirit to show me her form, the next I was thrown into a whirlwind of blurriness, and then... Then my sight sharpened, my nose flared, scenting so many things at once I couldn't differ them from each other, and feeling so much, sensing so much...

  I was on the floor. My body was weird, strange, alien. It had four legs, all covered in thick gold fur, and I knew I succeeded. The wolf was no longer apart from me. It was me. It was mine. I was its.

  We were one.

  I tried putting one leg in front of the other, getting accustomed to this form of me. I was in full control of myself, surprisingly, and when I looked at Zack, I saw him watching me with his luminous
silver eyes, brimming in pride. I opened my mouth and tried to tell him that I wasn't sure if we could mate now, that nothing was clear, but the only sound I could utter was a wolfish, girly bark that would've made me blush had I been human.

  But I wasn't a human. I was a werewolf, somehow.

  Zack padded slowly, stalking toward me cautiously. I tried to gauge out what my wolf was thinking through our connected thought patterns, since while Zack was my mate, he wasn't hers, and realized she was feeling completely calm. The wolf, my wolf, was giving me the green light.

  I'd never heard of a case where the human's decision overpowered the wolf's, but since Khloe had been much weaker than mine, then her wolf was probably too. It considered me the dominant, and let my decision to be made for her as well. She was okay with it. She even found Zack's wolf to be quite handsome in her eyes, so it wasn't a total loss for her. She would let me mate with Zack, and she would mate with him too, more for her sake than anyone else's.

  Who knew wolves had such complicated psychological state of mind? But I didn't care, as long as it was willing to mate with Zack, even welcomed it. Everything was better than utter loneliness for a wolf.

  And so, as Zack's nose touched mine, I closed my eyes and, holding onto the wolf, made the conscious decision of accepting the mating bond, connecting myself to Zack forever.

  Chapter Twenty Nine

  The funeral took place in a small chapel at Sundale Mills, one of the neighborhoods in Lumen. Khloe's body lay inside an open coffin, looking serene. She'd been dressed in a soft black gown, and would've looked radiant had she not been dead.

  Khloe's family, who flew all the way from Houston for this funeral, sat in the front row, their eyes oddly dry. Zack and I sat in the other side of the row, as far away from them as possible. Apparently, Kimberly had paid the family a visit and explained everything regarding what truly happened in the resurrection. He'd done it not for them, but for both Khloe and my sake. To say they were quarreling in the family and were probably in shock would be an understatement. Their family was probably in shambles. Not that I cared much; after what Khloe had told about them, regarding Roy, I couldn't feel anything to the family other than cold standoffishness.