Audrey saw the truth in him and nodded, completely trusting. Here she had what she’d been missing for a long time—a true family. She’d had her mother, but the last three years had been so lonely. Now, here with Porter, she felt the void being filled.
His hips began working along her and soon he was rubbing his cock along her wet slit. He groaned, dipping the smooth tip just inside her tight, wet pussy. Audrey cried out in need.
Finally, she thought, moving to pull him closer. Finally.
His body worked forward in shallow, slow thrusts, stretching her to fit him. It was bittersweet torture. Leaning forward, he kissed her briefly. “You feel so good. I’ll try to be gentle. I don’t want to hurt you.”
“Don’t you dare hold back. I want all of you. Now!” Her legs wrapped around his waist, forcing him to go deep.
Porter groaned, unable to hold back as she offered her body to him fully. He delved forward, wild and strong, embedding his cock completely into her moist depths.
“Argh!” he called out, so loud it echoed outside the room.
Their bodies met, moving together in a perfect rhythm as they joined completely. Fate. Destiny. Whatever it was, they didn’t try to fight it. The tension built and left Audrey panting eagerly for more. Porter thrust harder and faster, letting the beast inside him take over. She cried out, screaming his name in absolute pleasure. A warm glow started in her stomach, emitting a protective light around them. It was time.
Porter became almost desperate as he drove them over the edge. Their cries filled the room as they raced towards a torturous climax. Tremors, as hard as an earthquake, hit them at the same time, joining them further, sealing their union.
Audrey’s body clamped down on his, urging his release and he gave it to her gladly, spilling his seed into her womb. The light around them grew stronger before fading back into her body. Porter fell down, rolling to the side so he didn’t crush her with his weight. They both felt completely sated for the first time since laying eyes on each other.
“It’s done,” he whispered, touching her stomach lightly and pulling her into his arms. “We are forever.”
Audrey smiled, liking the sound of that. She was tired and let the peacefulness of sleep overtake her as she whispered, “Yes, forever.”
Epilogue
Audrey placed a hand on her rounded stomach and smiled as Porter came into her father’s study. He grinned mischievously, instantly going to her side to give her a kiss. It was amazing to her how her life had changed, but it was so much better. Her mother was alive, and after a suitable amount of yelling and crying directed at both her parents, Audrey was able to forgive their deception. It did bring her Porter, and for that she was grateful.
She was learning to control her fairy magic. Unfortunately, changing her clothing on a whim and throwing objects magically about a room when she was mad—or overly hormonal—was about the extent of that power. Her mother was a little disappointed that she hadn’t inherited more from her, but there was nothing to be done about it.
Her father released her vampiric powers, much to her dismay. It was bad enough being pregnant, without adding more pressure. However, she was learning to handle her new vampiric gifts, all except for the odd craving of salty foods—namely blood, which she refused to drink. Well, maybe once or twice she bit her husband during sex, but that didn’t count. Audrey giggled.
“What’s so funny?” Porter asked, coming up from kissing her rounded belly.
“Nothing,” she grinned. It was amazing how much closer they’d gotten with time. At first, there had been some adjusting, but their stubborn ways finally did catch up to what their hearts and brains already knew. “Just thinking.”
“Of?”
“Us,” she giggled again.
“Care to share why thinking of us is so funny?” Porter asked, moving to tickle her sides.
“No.” Audrey giggled again and the baby kicked her in protest. She flinched, rubbing her stomach. “Ow. Your son is beating me today.”
“He doesn’t like you teasing his father,” Porter laughed, rubbing his face against her stomach. “Do you, boy?”
The baby kicked the side of his face and they both started laughing.
“He’s strong,” Porter said with a measure of pride.
“Just like his father,” Audrey sighed dreamily, leaning in to accept her husband’s kisses.
“Mm,” he agreed, adding, “Just like his mother.”
“Oh, really!”
Porter and Audrey parted to see Clara hovering in the doorway. Audrey had been a little stunned to see her mother’s wings for the first time, but now she was used to it.
Clara shook her head. “Every time I turn around I find you two lip-locked!”
“We really should get our own place,” Audrey said, nuzzling Porter’s cheek.
“We have our own place,” Porter answered, well aware they were talking solely for Clara’s benefit. “I’m just not done torturing Dorian and your mother.”
“Oh!” Clara huffed, flying away.
Audrey giggled and no more words were needed between them as Porter lifted his wife into his arms and carried her off towards their room.
The End
About the Author, Michelle M. Pillow
Michelle M. Pillow, Author of All Things Romance™, is a multi-published, award winning author writing in many romance fiction genres including futuristic, paranormal, historical, contemporary, fantasy and dark paranormal. Ever since she can remember, she has had a strange fascination with anything supernatural—ghosts, magical powers, and oh… vampires. What could be more alluring than being immortal, all-powerful, and eternally beautiful? After discovering historical romance novels, it was only natural that the supernatural and love/romance elements should someday meet in her wonderland of a brain. She’s glad they did for their children have been pouring onto the computer screen ever since.
She has been nominated for the Romantic Times Lifetime Achievement Award 2011, the winner of the 2006 RT Reviewers’ Choice Award, nominated for the 2007 RT Award, a Brava Novella Contest Finalist and a PAN member of RWA.
She writes a monthly interview column and is a journalist for Paranormal Underground Magazine. She has a Photography degree and is currently working towards a degree in History. In 2009 she and fellow author Mandy M. Roth started their own highly successful self-publishing endeavor named The Raven Books.
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Let the Wild Out by Madelyn Porter
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Rachel Dunne thinks she's safe from the politics of her people by keeping a low profile in America. When she comes face to face with one of the clan chiefs in search of a mate, she’s stunned yet incredibly turned on. There is a catch—one queen to two opposing clan chiefs. It’s hard enough fighting off the advances of one sizzling hot piece of alpha man-flesh, can she possibly resist two?
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Everyone should have at least two lovers.
That’s what Rachel Dunne’s crazy aunt used to tell her anyway. Her mother would have rolled over in her grave if she’d known her father’s sister had been given custody. After her parents died, Aunt Elvie was the only family member who could take her in. Rachel spent her teenage years under the care of a free lovin’, spirit séance havin’, illegal herb growin’, occasionally under arrest, Auntie Elvie. Luckily the sheriff was one of Elvie’s pot customer slash on-and-off-agai
n lovers, and Elvie never stayed behind bars for too long.
It wasn’t an ideal childhood. But what Elvie lacked in modern morals and conventions she more than made up with love and patience. As for an Uncle Elvie, there wasn’t one—there were several. Elvie rotated her lovers like most people changed toothbrushes, and she always kept at least two of them around at a time. Though, for their kind, such things were not unusual.
Oh, Aunt Elvie also happened to be a bird shifter. Rachel always thought it accounted for her flighty behavior and great appetite for life. Though, how a bird shifter could get arrested in the middle of a forest was beyond her. Rachel suspected her aunt liked being put in cuffs.
For some reason, Aunt Elvie and her childhood had been on her mind a lot lately.
“What kind are you?”
Rachel pretended not to hear the man who spoke, keeping her attention on the ebook reader she held. She had seen him following her as she left the bookstore where guest authors, Mandy M. Roth and Michelle M. Pillow, had joint book readings. She’d felt his presence as she walked the streets and smelled him as he came into the coffee shop. She didn’t need to look at him to know he had dark hair and a rock-solid body. That much she’d seen from the reflection in the bookstore window. But experience taught her to stay away from other shifters. They had a wildness about them, an animalistic quality and a freedom Rachel fought hard to control in herself.
“What kind are you?” The unmistakable brogue of his Gaelic accent seemed out of place in the small Colorado town. That might account for his forward behavior. The shifters she’d met from overseas tended to have less puritanical ways. In America, unless on a preserve, shifters tended to mind their own business.
Rachel glanced at the hand he pressed flat against the table. There was no point in denying his claim. She could smell the shifter on him, as he could on her. However, his fragrance was potent and raw. He’d changed recently and, if the prickling sense of danger curling through her was any indication, he was dangerous. No wild bird here. Without looking up, she said, “I heard you the first two times, but my parents told me to never talk to strangers. Just keep it moving, buddy. I’m not in the life and I’m not looking for friends.”
The man turned his hand over so she could see his palm. An ancient, circular design had been burned into the flesh with a branding iron. It looked old, probably given to him in childhood in an ancient ritual. She stiffened, not needing further introduction. Rachel didn’t move for a long moment. She knew that mark. Everyone with shifter blood knew that mark. She’d never expected to see it in her lifetime, had hoped not. As far as she’d known, the marked ones were all living overseas, and she preferred it that way. Slowly lifting the back of her hand to her head in a subtle gesture of respect Aunt Elvie had taught her, she said, “My chief.”
“For someone not in the life, you know who I am.” He pulled his fingers into a fist. “Now I asked you a question. What kind are you?”
“Trout,” Rachel lied, finally looking up at him. “My kind is a trout. I’m diluted blood.”
She wasn’t sure it was wise to lie to her clan chief, but if he was asking about her kind, then being a tame creature of the river wasn’t useful to anyone. It had been a long time since she shifted, so her smell wouldn’t be potent at all. The lie would be believable. Hopefully he’d leave her alone now. Rachel fought the nervousness in her stomach. If he caught her lying to him she wasn’t sure what he’d do. The stories from the old country were brutal, practically medieval.
He slid into the chair across from her. “Trout?”
“Yes, my chief. A fish. When I change I swim in streams and try not to get hooked by fishermen while avoiding other spawning creatures. You can see why I’m not interested in the life.” Rachel made a move to stand, refusing to look into his eyes in case he sensed her fear. “If you would excuse me, I have to get to—”
“Wait.” He reached for her hand. The warmth of his touch took her by surprise.
“Yes?” Was it just her imagination, or could she feel the scar on his palm? Her attention focused on it, on him. Awareness shot through her.
“Who are your family? Which clan?”
“My family is gone. My aunt, Elvie Dunne, raised me. She passed two years back. My father, her brother, belonged to yours, the Duncanis clan. I don’t talk to any others. Any other questions you have are better directed at someone else. I hear there are shifters living in Colorado Springs. Perhaps you should try there.” Rachel withdrew her hand and he let her go. “Excuse me, Chief, but I can’t lose my job.”
“No reason to be so formal. Call me Douglas.”
She nodded, not saying his name or meeting his eyes. Grabbing her ebook reader, she held it a little too tightly.
As she walked away, she detected his whisper, “I’ll be seeing you, little trout.”
Rachel really hoped not.
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