The Witch and the Wolf - Complete

by Lola Kidd

  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 back 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.

  It was unlike anything she had every felt before. He stretched her even further as he began to come inside of her. When he finished he collapsed on the bed next to her.

  She didn’t even look up at him. She was too tired to move. It was done. She could feel it in her bones. She was his and he was hers. It wasn’t going to be easy to go back now.

  Four

  In the moonlight, her hair looked like precious metal. She was perfect. He should sleep too, but he couldn’t help taking a minute to stare while she was asleep. She was so guarded normally that it was refreshing to see her so relaxed. He liked to think he had something to do with that. She couldn’t ever say she didn’t want to or didn’t enjoy it. The sounds she made were a testament to her enjoyment and he would never forget.

  Though it seemed like she wanted to the moment he pulled out of her. It was like a light went off behind her eyes. She had rolled away from him and went to the bathroom. When she returned, she grabbed her clothes and went to the patio to eat. He had followed her reluctantly. At dinner, she explained how they were going to find Periwinkle but didn’t mention anything about what had happened upstairs.

  He had matched her cool tone and attitude, but it tore him up inside. Didn’t she feel it too? The moment they had come together it was like fireworks and coming home at the same time. Magical and utterly ordinary at the same time. It was what they were meant to do. There was no denying that she was his mate and he hers. They were made for each other. Yet, she pretended like he was just an
other quick lay. It was crushing.

  He had one glimmer of hope after they had gone to bed for the night. She had snuck into his room and crawled into bed next to him. She hadn’t tried to touch him but fell asleep without saying anything. He let her be and was sure she would be gone before he woke again. He had to enjoy the moment while he could. She must have felt it too. Why else would she be in his bed? He didn’t smell any fear on her. She had come because she had to. Because she couldn’t be apart from him either.

  At least that’s what he told himself. If any of his brothers saw him now, he would never hear the end of it. Mates were a sacred thing, but that didn’t stop the Moon Brothers from ribbing each other about it. He could always tell when one of his brothers found their mate. They started acting all sappy like a love-struck teenager. He had joined in the good-natured mocking with the rest of them and now he regretted it. If this was what love felt like, he felt very sorry for the wolves that went their entire live without finding their mate.

  He wouldn’t have too long to dwell on their future though. They wouldn’t even have a future if he couldn’t protect her from the vampires and fae. They were only going to sleep a few hours before getting up and going to find Periwinkle. Rory had done a spell to locate any fairies in the area and had only gotten one hit. Beatrice hadn’t lied. The good fairy was staying in a valley just outside of Sienna.

  Rory had called her mom to catch her up on the new developments. While she was on the phone, Cross had called his dad to catch him up too. There was nothing new back home which was pretty disappointing. He had hoped the coven and pack would be able to take care of the Sun Riders problem at least.

  Magda had freaked straight the fuck out when she heard the Lost Tribe was after Rory. Grizzly had insisted that he and Grimace would be coming up to keep watch with Cross. Of course Magda said she was coming too. So by the next night, it was going to be a full house. He was not looking forward to that. His dad would know what was up between him and Rory right away. He really wasn’t in the mood to have to explain anything or deal with Magda’s reaction.

  He and Rory still had another day alone though, so that was something. He finally went to sleep for a few hours before his alarm went off. Just as he expected, Rory was already gone even though it was only 3am. She must have set a magical alarm because he hadn’t heard anything when she got up and left. By the time he got dressed she was already downstairs waiting for him.

  “Good morning,” she said curtly.

  “Morning.” He yawned. “Is it really necessary to go in the middle of the damn night?”

  “You know it is. If you’re too sleepy to drive, we can wait for tomorrow night.”

  “No, I’m fine. I would just rather be sleeping next to you still instead of going out on a magical treasure hunt.”

  She blushed. “It’s not a treasure hunt. I really want this spell. It’s totally worthless since no one can use it, but it’s historic. There is no other spell like this that I’ve ever heard about.”

  “So it’s kind of like a wolf claiming a witch then,” he said thoughtfully. “Maybe it won’t be so worthless after all.”

  “I doubt that,” she said. “You don’t know how magic works. This is just for me. My mom didn’t even want us to go.”

  “Well, guess I can go back to sleep then,” he pretended to head for the stairs.

  “Shut up.” She grabbed his arm. “We need to go if we’re going to make it during the best hours.”

  He handed her a helmet. “After you, my lady.”

  She shot him a look.

  “Lighten up,” he said, following her to the front door. “I didn’t mean it like that princess.”

  She really did have a stick up her ass. She could be as pissy as she wanted. Once they were riding, he felt a lot better. Their night together had calmed his wolf down considerably. He didn’t feel like he had to keep himself on constant alert anymore. It was beautiful what good sex could do.

  ***

  It was still cool out as they drove toward the fairy’s valley. Rory’s mind was mercifully clear for the first time in a few days. Sex with Cross had done more than calm her soul, it had let her think again. She was feeling more like herself. And that worried her even more. Was this how it was always going to be now? If she didn’t sleep with Cross on a regular basis would her mind get all muddled and would she be unable to function? That was a scary thought.

  He was nicer than she expected and the sex had been great, but that didn’t mean they could let the claim stay. They would still have to deal with that later. The only reason she wasn’t searching for an answer at the moment was the little Lost Tribe problem she had on her hands. She was surprised she wasn’t more worried about that. Those dark fae were the worst thing that ever happened to the magical community. She had been afraid when she had first heard it from Beatrice. The only explanation for her current relaxed mood was Cross. Maybe there were a few perks to the whole claim thing.

  They got into the valley when it was still dark out just as she wanted. She pointed him toward the area her magic had shown her. The valley landscape was drastically different than the rest of Sienna. It was almost lush since the mountains protected it from the beating sun.

  Cross pulled over. “Is this close enough?”

  “Perfect,” Rory said, getting off the bike. They would go the rest of the way on foot so they wouldn’t scare Periwinkle off. She should have already felt them come into her territory. Rory hoped the fairy wouldn’t bolt.

  Cross spotted the cabin first with his superior sight. Honestly, without him, Rory would have had to cast another locator spell. The cabin was tucked into the side of the mountain hiding itself completely.

  “I’ll go first,” Cross said, trying to lead the way.

  “She’s a good fae,” Rory reminded him.

  “She can be the queen of good fairies for all I care,” Cross said, walking fast enough to stay just in front of Rory. She let him go first. It didn’t matter if it would keep him happy.

  The magic hit her before she knew what was happening. She was stopped in place. She could blink, but that was about all. She couldn’t even open her mouth to scream. Cross was frozen in place in front of her. She was sure it was just Periwinkle playing it safe, but she was ready to cast a counter spell if need be. The frozen curse was pretty flimsy even though it felt much stronger. Rory was glad Magda had practiced counter-curses with her when she was a teenager. She would have been a panicky mess if this was her first encounter with one.

  “I’m going to unfreeze your mouths so you can answer my questions,” a melodic voice came out of the house. “If you lie to me, I’ll send you somewhere dreams go to die.”

  “Beatrice Silver sent us here,” Rory said quickly, before Cross could speak. He was already growling. She could feel his rage. Good thing the fairy hadn’t let them go right away. Cross would have torn her head off.

  “And why would she do that?” the fairy asked, studying Aurora closely.

  “You have half a spell I want,” Rory said.

  “You look like her,” Periwinkle said, coming closer. In the faint moonlight, the fae was practically glowing. Her skin was paler than Rory’s and her hair was so blonde it was white. Her eyes were a pale shade of blue. It was an arresting sight.

  “We’re related. I’m her great-great-great-great-great granddaughter.”

  “Interesting,” Periwinkle said. “Does that mean you’re a witch too?”

  “Yes, I am.”

  “Then why are you traveling with a werewolf?”

  “You got a problem with werewolves, fairy?” Cross asked gruffly.

  “Besides the god-awful smell,” she said, wrinkling her nose. “You are a senselessly violent bunch.”

  “Not this one,” Rory said, more than a little offended. She tried to keep her temper in check. “Could you please unfreeze us?”

  “Not yet,” the fairy said, looking at Cross. “I want to make sure this one doesn’t try anything stupid. I
assume you came after the Final Death spell?”

  “If that’s the one that will kill vampires, then yes,” Rory said.

  “You know the spell is useless right?”

  “Just give us the fucking spell so we can get the hell away from you,” Cross growled.

  Periwinkle smiled at him. “There’s that famous werewolf temper.”

  “I’ve really had enough of this,” Rory said, and cast her counter-curse.

  Periwinkle backed up as Cross came to stand next to Rory. “You aren’t the only one with magic, bitch.”

  The fae’s eyes turned white. “Why did you really come here?”

  “I told you,” Rory said, pulling up a shield for the two of them just in case. “We came for the spell. Beatrice could only remember part of the spell. I know that it’s useless, but if you two came up with it together, I would really love to have it to keep it in the family.”

  “There’s something strange about you,” Periwinkle said, backing up to her house. “I don’t know what it is, but you’re a strange witch. I can sense there’s something off between you and the wolf too.”

  “There’s nothing strange here except you,” Cross said. “And we won’t leave until we get the spell. Wouldn’t it be better to just give it to us and be rid of us? Like you said it’s a useless spell.”

  Rory could feel magic prodding at her. Trying to figure her out. It felt like some kind of seeking spell. It was hard to tell since fae magic was so different from a witch’s.

  “Fine,” Periwinkle said suddenly. “I’ll give it to you, but then you two leave immediately. I don’t want to see you around here again.”

  Fire burned words into the grass at their feet.

  “That was easy.” Cross said. Periwinkle had already disappeared into her home. Rory was curious what the fae had seen that had made her change her mind so quickly.

  “Surprisingly so.” Rory copied the spell down in her phone. “This isn’t that complicated really. Well, if it were done by just two witches or two fae anyway.”