To Love A Wolf (Wolves of Shadow Falls)

by B. K. Walker

  His hand rubbed my other nub, then slowly worked its way downward. I was panting now in anticipation and felt the heat rise between my thighs. Working his way to my mound, he teased by playing in my folds. I raised my head to yell at him, demand that he touch me more when the look in his eyes stopped the words from escaping my mouth. Still suckling my nipple in that sensuous mouth, those brilliant blue eyes wanted to see me squirm, beg for more with my body. I arched my hips toward his hand, but he pulled away, continued teasing.

  Just when I thought I couldn't stand it any longer, he slid his fingers in between my folds and dove into my wetness. “You're so wet Keara.” I couldn't make any words form on my lips as I moaned out in pleasure. He moved his fingers expertly in and out of my wetness, adding another finger to increase the sensations. My hips moved against his hand, begging for more.

  A screeching sound broke my concentration. I whipped my head up, looking for the sound. Another screech.

  I lifted my head at the sound and rubbed my eyes. The tires touching down on the asphalt screeched as the plane was landing on the runway. A damn dream! If that was how it was going to be, I couldn't wait for Channing to get his ass to Ireland. I looked at Corbin sitting next to me.

  “Nice dream Keara?” Corbin smirked.

  For crying out loud. Even my dreams weren't private. Is this how the entire trip was going to be? I hadn't given much thought about my privacy when Corbin said he was taking me to Ireland. His deranged brother seemed to think I was his lost love, Beth. That part wasn't so bad, it's the fact that he's a vampire and deranged, and wants me dead, well that's the bad part. Corbin felt that the only way to ensure my safety was to go to Night Secrets in Ireland, an underworld sanctuary for immortal kind, and what gave birth to the idea for it back home. I met Corbin at Night Secrets, a club in my hometown, and my life has never been the same since.

  The plane finally came to a stop and I grabbed my carry-on luggage. Following Corbin off the plane we headed for the terminal where we were instantly greeted by a short, chubby, red headed Irish-woman.

  “Ahhh Keara lass. Ya be lookin' jus' as yer Auntie 'as said. Jus' like yer fathar. Welcome ta Ireland lass. I be yer coosin Malinda. Let us be gittin' ya settled.” She started walking away.

  I looked at Corbin who just shrugged his shoulders. We both followed Malinda, watching her ass shake as she made her way through the crowd. She looked similar to my Aunt Aingeal, only shorter and definitely a lot rounder. We came to a young man selling books. He was a bit scrappy looking and my jaw dropped at my cousin's words as he walked towards her.

  “Ya best be movin' yer ars, I've no time fer yer peddlin'. Be movin' along boy.”

  I was surprised by her words, and even more surprised that the boy just stepped aside…no more like scurried, without being asked twice.

  “Ya can n't be lettin' 'em thar peddlar's makin' any moves on ya lass. All they be wantin' is mooney. Should be gettin' a job like e'rywoon else in tha world.” She continued trudging along.

  A long black limo was outside the doors with dark tinted windows. I shouldn't have been surprised when Malinda opened the door and motioned me inside, but I was. “Where are we going Malinda?”

  “Ta me 'ome lass.”

  “Corbin has a house here though. I can stay with him.”

  “Oh no lass. Ya be needin' ta learn 'bout bein' a fae. Yer Auntie be tellin' me yer a shifter as weel. Ya need ta be learnin' while yer 'ere. No time fer playin'.”

  “Did you know about this?” I whispered to Corbin.

  Shaking his head no, “Your aunt must have set this up. I have nothing to do with it, though it is my limo.”

  I glared at him seeing if he'd give in and admit it, but he didn't flinch under my gaze. Well now what? If Channing got here I'd never be able to see him. I doubt we'd be getting any alone time. Damn Aunt Aingeal.

  *****

  The drive was beautiful. As soon as we pulled away from the airport we headed directly into the country. I couldn't help but feel like things were more surreal. Colors were much more vibrant and I wasn't sure if it was Ireland, or if it was the shifter in me. It was amazing, the grass was greener, the flowers were brighter, and the trees were crisper, almost like they were more detailed than trees at home. I just couldn't get over it.

  Corbin watched me with a smile. “It's beautiful, isn't it Keara?”

  “Oh my God is it ever. Is it just me or are the colors brighter here?”

  “It's Ireland Sweet Keara. It has a way to make it's beauty shine.”

  “Aye lass. Ireland would be a beauty. No' ta be takin' fer granted eithar. Ya will learn she can bless ya er curse ya.” Malinda spoke without looking at us, staring out the limo window.

  Squinting my eyes at her, I was still trying to figure her out. I wasn't sure exactly what to expect from her or how long I'd have to stay with her, but I hoped I could learn fast. The sooner I learned what powers I might be capable of, the sooner I could get home to Channing. Exhaling deeply I relaxed against the black leather seat and took in the sights that passed me by. I just couldn't get over how beautiful Ireland was. The hills seemed so far away, yet so colorful you could just reach out and touch them. Why wasn't every place on Earth like Ireland? So much beauty being missed.

  As we were coming into town, a river was too my left. The water was wide and looking out across, another city seemed so far away yet so close. I watched as the limo headed towards a wide bridge that separated where we were from the city on the other side. A river boat floated starting to enter the underside of the bridge, a couple in the middle coddling each other and the boat paddler standing on the back end of the boat. It looked quite romantic.

  “It's the spell of true love Sweet Keara. It is said to be the way to find your soul mate. Long ago, a witch named Edwina searched the isle for her one true love. When she finally found him, he romanced her on this very river. After vowing their love to each other, he was torn away from her when her father had him put to death.” He looked at me for a long moment before continuing. “He was staked through the heart.”

  “He was a vampire?”

  “He was. Back in those times, vampires and witches kept their distance from each other. Witches believed vampires to be pure evil, and if they were brought before them, their very souls would be cast into Hell. Not Edwina though. She found her soul mate in a vampire. When he was taken from her, she cast a spell on this very river that it would be a sanctuary for true love, whether it was to be found or blessed.” He smiled letting it reach his eyes.

  “Witches still no' be likin' blood suckars. Tha likes of ya be knowin' boot me kinship?” Malinda glared at Corbin, shaking her head. I got the feeling she was one that didn't care for vampires too much. Either that or she just didn't like Corbin.

  “I know it very well.”

  “You knew her didn't you Corbin?” I asked with a sudden shock registering in my brain.

  “That I did Sweet Keara.”

  I could feel my brow furrow as I tried to figure it out in my head. Corbin was pretty old for a vampire if he's telling stories like this. How old exactly, I didn't know. I also knew that he couldn't have been her true love because he was still alive, and he said that Edwina's love was staked.

  “Keara, you shouldn't think so hard. It will give you wrinkles.” He chuckled.

  I ignored Corbin as I watched a small cottage get closer and closer. The car slowed and we stopped right in front of it. There was a small fence that lined the front of the lawn, a small stone walkway to the door. The cottage looked small from the outside, but it was cute. Vines grew up the sides on the corners and a small wooden door greeted us at the roadside.

  “Git yer things lass, this be me 'ome.” Malinda forged out of the car and walked without looking back.

  I watched her walk inside without moving. I could feel Corbin staring at me and it was making me uncomfortable. “What is it Keara?”

  “Why do I have to stay here? It's so small, can't I just stay with yo
u?”

  Caressing my cheek, “It will be fine Sweet Keara. There are things you need to learn, things I cannot teach you. You can come to my home after.”

  “But I thought we were going to the Underworld?” I pouted.

  “Soon Sweet Keara. Soon.”

  “Ya bes’ be comin' now lass, we be 'avin mooch ta do.” Malinda yelled from the door.

  Rolling my eyes I drug myself from the car and grabbed my luggage. Corbin handed me a piece of paper. “This is my number Keara. Call me if you need anything. I will be closer than you think.” He smiled and kissed my forehead.

  I watched Corbin and the limo drive away. Looking to the heavens, “I hope Aingeal knows what she's doing Dad. So much is going on and I wish you were here to tell me what to do.” I walked to the cottage.

  “It be aboot time lass.” Malinda slammed a bunch of old books on the table in the middle of the room.

  The cottage wasn't much bigger on the inside as what it looked from the outside. Wooden floors were donned with large round rugs, and it was just one large room with an old wooden table in the middle of it. A blanket covered a small doorway off one wall. A sink full of dishes with a few cupboards above it acted as the kitchen, a small stove sitting next to it. A set of stairs went up one flight, and I was almost afraid it only held one room.

  “The bog is 'ere.” She pointed to the blanket covered door. “Thar be a bed upstairs fer ya, ta tha right.”

  “A bog?”

  Looking at me like I was the one talking in a foreign language, “Where ya be relievin' yerself lass.”

  I looked at the blanket thinking to myself, so much for any privacy. Do they even have electricity?

  Just then Malinda flicked a switch and a lamp sitting on a small table behind me dimly lit the room. She lit a lantern and added it to the table. Thumbing through the books, she pushed one towards me. “Best ta be startin' wit this woon lass.” Without another word, she went upstairs.

  I slowly walked to the table to see what I was supposed to be reading. History of the Witch. I sighed deeply. This was going to be a long stay in Ireland.