But Tomas would not be at his home on a day like this. He would be in the lower room at the town hall. It was the room where the sons of elders met, feeling they were important enough to consult with one another though they held no official title or position in the village. I knew already that Tomas was the most arrogant of the group, which was why I had at first refused to marry him. Now, I had no choice that I could see. It was seduce him or be driven insane from the touch of a werewolf.
Running Tomas to ground was easy, getting him in a room alone was simple, but seducing him, not so good. It wasn't that Tomas wasn't handsome. He was, and he knew it. He stood at about six feet tall, had shoulder-length blond hair, green sparkling eyes and a finely chiseled frame. Yet, as I stood looking up at him, I couldn't help remembering that Conall was taller, broader of shoulder, his hair was silkier and his dark eyes could probably make me cum if I looked into them long enough. So there I stood comparing my husband-to-be and my lover. The temperature of the craving I had for Conall jumped by a hundred and fifty degrees.
"You wanted me to speak to you alone, Elspeth, though it is highly irregular. What do you need to speak to me about?” I could see the impatience in Tomas’ bearing.
I swallowed and went for it. Resting a hand lightly on his shoulder and flashing him a look of desire, I folded myself into Tomas’ muscled body. “I wanted to get to know you better before our wedding. I'm sure you can understand how nervous I feel about all of this."
I was against him for less than a second before I felt Tomas’ dick go hard against me. I couldn't believe the distaste that rose in my throat. It was as if I was repulsed because of my bond with the wolf. I prayed that wasn't the case, or at least that it would change once Tomas and I were intimate. I was even more determined to make sure that happened right here and right now.
Running my hands down over his back to his ass, I squeezed and smiled up at him in invitation. Tomas’ eyes widened. A look of desire came into his eyes, and his head lowered toward me. Before his lips could touch mine, I turned my head and his kiss landed on my neck. That didn't deter him. He began to suck softly at my skin, an action sure to leave a passion mark. Again, I felt disgust, but I beat it down by grinding my pelvis into him. The groan that escaped his throat let me know I was on the right track.
And then something came over me. I heard a growl inside my head. Violent anger that didn't feel like my own washed over me, almost coloring my eyesight, so that I saw red. The growl in my mind was on my lips, and I bit into Tomas’ shoulder.
He yelped and drew back, clutching the spot. “What are you doing, Elspeth?” He looked down at his shoulder and pulled his hand away from the spot. He and I both were shocked that there was blood on his fingers and his shirt was torn in that spot. Fear gripped me. I muttered a “sorry” and bolted for the door. I didn't stop running until I was home, closeted in my bedroom.
Chapter Seven
It was the seventh day. I had not been successful in seducing Tomas for the mere fact that I had manifested a wolf's aggression as soon as we tried getting physical. Maybe I was losing my mind. I refused to believe or accept it.
My wedding was still going forth as far as I was concerned, and meanwhile, I was staying firmly inside the barrier. In fact, that day, I was being measured for my wedding dress. That was between longing for Conall so much that I fought off emotional displays that involved me curled on the floor crying.
I craved my lover in the day, and I craved him at night. Even as I stood for the seamstress to make final adjustments on my dress, thoughts of him filled my mind and made me wet.
I squirmed thinking of him, wishing he filled me right then or was eating between my legs. I was still clinging to my lust theory and that I wouldn't feel this aching after I was married because my Elven husband would satisfy my needs. But I found myself wanting to hear the wolf's growl when he came inside me or to hear him speak in that deep sexy voice. I wanted him to watch me as he had done when I walked out of the water. Glancing back over my shoulder, I had been shocked to find such naked emotion on a man's face whom I had not met but once before.
Somehow, I didn't want to believe it, but we were connected.
"Miss Elspeth, please hold still,” my seamstress demanded. She'd pricked herself with a pin and wasn't feeling too charitable toward me. I was in my own world dreaming of Conall coming up from the lake with water pouring off his contoured body.
"You can have the real thing. Come to me now."
I gasped and spun around, searching the room. No one was there other than myself and the seamstress. So why did I just hear Conall in my mind?
"Come to me now, Ellie!"
The command came again, and this time I knew it was Conall speaking in my mind. No, commanding me in my mind. He still felt he owned me just because we had made love. No, sex. It was only sex, I told myself. Love was not involved—not on my part, not on his. Mentally, I blocked him out, but his power was strong. Again, he cut across my thoughts, forcing me to pay attention to his demands.
"Ellie, if you do not come to me by sundown tonight, I will come with my brethren, to claim what belongs to the werewolves. Should any of your people try to stop us, they will be killed. Come to me!"
My stomach did somersaults and sweat pooled in inconvenient places about my body. There wasn't a doubt in my mind that Conall was serious. I had seen the dominance in him, knew from rumors that the werewolves were savage. Once they marked something as their own, they would destroy anyone who tried to take it away. I'd known all of this before I ventured out in search of him. But I had been foolish enough to think that laying with Conall once would be enough.
"No, no, Miss Elspeth. You must not sweat. Your dress will be ruined."
I was not thinking of my clothing at a time like this, at least not entirely. I needed to speak with my father or rather to Tomas. I needed to get married immediately!
Chapter Eight
Seven in the evening and I was clinging to Tomas’ arm as I stood in the shaded middle passageway in the town square. The entire area had been decked in white blossoms and white streamers. Trained doves cooed as they perched on posts about the sacred circle where I would be married.
I was so nervous, I glanced around at the faces surrounding me constantly. Present were not just my family, friends, neighbors and fellow Elves. There were magical creatures from other villages and worlds too. Focusing on the chief elder's words or the fairies and nymphs faces was impossible. For the last few hours, Conall had been projecting images of our lovemaking in my mind. I had already cum twice just standing there, and I felt like a cheat to my fiancé.
When I continued to ignore him, he projected others making love in my mind, werewolves in half beast, half human form, bodies writhing in unison and crying out to the moon in an orgasmic symphony. It nearly brought me to my knees, and the Elves around me had run to my aid, thinking I was sick. Now that the ceremony was underway, I dared not allow any thoughts to take hold of my mind.
I glanced up at the sky to see the sun setting way too fast. My heart pounded, moisture pooled under my arms. It was said that the werewolves were strongest when the moon was visible in the sky. They didn't need a full moon to change. Werewolves from the Forbidden Woods were natural born beasts with a dual existence as humans. They were not more one than the other. How I hated that all these facts came back to mind now, when I had already gotten myself into this situation.
"Elspeth?” The chief elder caught my attention. I had no idea what he had just said, and everyone was staring at me. I looked again at the sky. The moon slipped from behind a cloud, the sky darkened. Lights twinkled in globes around the square. Was it my imagination or were there more guests? Taller guests...
A low growl began at the back of the crowd. The group parted on gasps of fear as all eyes turned to the robed figure with his face cast in shadows. My knees went weak when I saw only yellow glowing eyes. “You do not have the right to marry her,” he told Tomas. “She is already claime
d."
"The hell I don't!” Tomas dropped my arm and drew his short sword.
I threw myself at him, “No don't. Please."
"Stay out of this, Elspeth.” Tomas pushed me away so hard, I fell. The wolf, seeing me fall, leapt across the expanse separating him from Tomas and landed on my fiancé's chest. His teeth found Tomas's throat so fast, the Elf didn't have a chance to defend himself. His sword clattered to the ground.
My father cast his magic at Tomas so that Conall's teeth could not penetrate a thin barrier coating Tomas's body. “What is going on here?” my father demanded. “Why are you attacking my village, werewolf? Your people have kept to your woods and we have kept to our own lands."
Conall stood reluctantly. “Have you? I think not.” I shook my head slightly, hoping he wouldn't betray me, but Conall stared into my eyes. I couldn't move. “Ellie belongs to me, and I have come to claim her."
"I don't belong to anyone!” Brave words, but I was trembling. Not because I was afraid anymore, but because all I wanted to do was launch myself into Conall's arms and fill my wet tunnel with his shaft. In the midst of this disaster, I was looking at his robe wondering if he was hard beneath it.
"I am hard for you," he whispered in my mind. "Come here to me and I will not hurt your people."
"You can't threaten me to get me,” I told him angrily. I wasn't going to go. I didn't think Conall would hurt me, but I was scared of this all-consuming lust. It couldn't be natural.
My father faced me. “Elspeth, what do you know of this werewolf? You have not fraternized with his people, have you?” Fraternize? That depended on what my father meant by the term. We hadn't been drinking tea together, that was for sure.
"Father, I..."
"Enough of this, let's fight!” someone shouted. Immediately, other robed figures stepped from the crowd, to surround the smaller creatures. The werewolves towered over all, their hardened muscles, fierce strength evident as they dropped their clothing to the cobbled streets. The Elves, Fairies and others ignited their magic, ready for the battle.
Conall stood in the midst with his hand held out to me. "You can stop this, my love."
Still, I remained frozen in place. My father moved to stand in front of me, blocking my view of Conall. “Ellie, what have you done?” I gasped at his first use of my nickname, and bowed my head.
"Father, I mated with him, and now I need him like I need my next breath. What am I going to do?"
Waiting for his condemnation was excruciating, but finally he spoke. “I cannot condemn you, my daughter. You've only done what is in your blood."
I blinked. “I'm sorry, what?"
Chapter Nine
He guided me away from the crowd, Conall following with a warning in his eyes. They had turned dark again, the yellow receding.
My father looked as worried as I had felt when I'd considered for all of a minute telling him about what I'd done. Apparently, there was something he was not proud of, or afraid of sharing. “Years ago, I was also curious about the werewolves. Not this pack, but another in the high country. I came across them when I was away visiting our allies in that country. I became attracted to a female werewolf in particular. We were intimate and I fell in love. I could not imagine life without her and wanted her at my side forever."
I grew angry. “What about my mother? You just tossed her aside during all this fraternizing?” I decided to use his word because I found it embarrassing and disgusting to think of my father being intimate at all.
"Oh Ellie. It was your mother I was with.” My father's words made me stumble against him, lightheadedness assailing me.
"W-Wha..."
He nodded. “Your mother was a werewolf. For a while, I thought to stay among their kind, but they are too wild. After she gave birth to you, I convinced her to come with me to our village, and she agreed. But the werewolf does not allow what is theirs to leave. I let you believe your mother had died in an accident, but the wolves killed her rather than let her leave. They would have killed you and I also, but fortunately, I was able to slip into the second dimension to move to a safer place."
His words were hard to believe, and even harder to accept. How could he put it behind him, having lost my mother, having left her to die?
He anticipated my thoughts. “It tore me apart to lose her, and now you understand to an extent why I kept you at arm's length. You have my coloring, even looking like an Elf, but you are wild like your mother, attracted to the werewolves. I should have known this day would come."
"My brothers?” I whispered.
"Were born of my second wife, also lost,” he cried. Tears welled in his eyes. It seemed my father had faced more tragedy than I knew. The woman I'd always thought was my mother had died in childbirth nine years ago. No Elf had been able to heal her. I had always felt the woman was heartbroken, that my father would never love her. Now I knew why. He still loved the werewolf that was my mother.
Was that my fate? If I married Tomas, would I always ache for Conall? Something told me I would. Yet, even as I stood there looking into his eyes, I knew he was as wild as the werewolves from the high country. Someone would die if he didn't get what he wanted.
But I was different from my father. I had always wanted the wind to blow through my hair as I ran in the woods with the wolves. I had longed for their freedom, their disregard for all things tame. My father was right. I was as wild as they were. With my mate was where I needed to be.
I looked up at my father, tears filling my eyes to match his. “Father, I'm sorry. I must go. I need to be with him."
My father nodded forlornly and pulled me into his arms. I would miss my family and all that I had shared here in this little village, but the wild called to me, my lover called to me. I pulled from my father's arms and turned to Conall. He lifted his arms toward me and I ran into them.
His strong hold engulfed me, his scent a memory of the wonder at his touch. “Conall.” He cut off my words with his mouth devouring mine. I was aware of nothing except the taste of him. And when my lips were fully numb from his rough kiss, he raised his head to stare down at me. I stood there considering whether he would have killed me if I didn't come back to him. He read my mind and answered aloud.
"I would have forced you to come to me.” He shrugged as if that was not some werewolf caveman tactic. “You would have adjusted eventually. Now, let us go. The night calls to my people, and I must make you mine so that we can run together."
My eyes widened in delight. Finally, I would experience what my heart had longed for all my life.
Chapter Ten
We were in the circle. Were-men and were-women surrounded us, all naked, all seemingly in a sexual frenzy from the influence of the moon. I can't say I wasn't feeling it too, now that I had let myself be who I'd always been. Maybe I should have known, or at least suspected when Conall brought my senses alive with his lips, his hands, his body—even his cum as it slid down my throat.
As I stood there in front of him, Conall's finger became a sharpened claw. He used it to tear straight down my clothing like a knife ripping through the thin material of my wedding dress. The white cotton pooled around my feet, and I trembled seeing I was in my panties with no bra, in front of his people. My lover's eyes flashed from black to yellow and back again. I knew he was impatient to take me, given we'd been having mental sex all week.
The moon rode high in the sky, lighting the dark night. Conall was in a half-were state. That meant his rock hard chest was coated with silky fur and his teeth were long and sharp. His ears had grown out so that they were as pointed as mine at the tips, but furry. In that state, I knew he was much more aggressive, would take what was his.
I extended a hand to stroke the fur on his chest while staring up at him. He tilted up my chin and ran a thumb over my lips before pushing between them so that I could suck gently. He caught his breath.
"Tonight I must lay full claim on you,” he whispered.
"What will you do?” I was startin
g to tremble.
He stepped back, glanced down at my panties and said, “Take them off. Now."
I chafed at the command but obeyed. Somehow I knew how to get back some of my own from Conall. His body craved mine as much as mine craved his. So I hooked my thumbs in the material, swung away from him and bent over as I slowly slid my undies to the ground. His growl of hunger nearly split my eardrums. I grinned.
It was a bold move, knowing that the others could see me too. That gave me pause. I mean, surely I wouldn't be attacked by the other men?
"You belong to me. No other wolf would dare touch you or I'd cut his dick off."
Those words and the mental image they gave me settled that fear. I found that Conall's possessiveness turned me on, as long as he allowed me the freedom to do what I pleased when we weren't making love. I gave him a look. He gave me a stubborn one in return. And I knew we'd at least have an interesting life butting heads with clashing wills.
Finally, Conall's patience was at an end. I wanted to ask him more questions about what was involved in me being made fully his, but he lifted me by my hips and ground my body against his. A roar went up from the small crowd observing us. I glanced up over Conall's shoulder to find the others were now engaging in sex. Their bodies pumped together in a sort of primal dance. The women were dominated by their men. Some of the men tangled fingers in their partner's hair, pulling their mouths on engorged cocks. Others hiked up their lady's legs and plunged deep and hard inside her with no regard to whether she was ready.
The sight of it all had me so hot, I needed Conall inside me right then. I wrapped my legs around his waist and lowered my wet pussy down on his dick. In seconds, I was riding like I'd never had it before. But Conall would not be dominated. He pulled me off, and I nearly cried.
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