The Warder's Wolf

by Kinsella

  “I call upon Fire to witness.” Another cord appeared, and a rock near the couple burst into flame.

  “I call upon Water to witness.” Dew formed on the roses as the next cord went on.

  “Warders, please surround the couple. Join hands. I call upon the Warders to bind, witness and protect.” As she finished speaking, power flared between the joined hands of the women surrounding the couple. The bindings disappeared, becoming one with the two who had just sworn their joining. Eylonwy smiled as the hand-fasting completed. It was her specialty, and

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  her natural magic lent itself well to the joining of lives. After five hundred years, she still loved her job.

  Zan and Ruana staggered back as the flash faded. They stood blinking in the rush of power that was flowing through them. “It is finished. They are bound as one for a year and a day. Let no one try to put the union asunder.” Eylonwy raised her hands in the air, and then released them all with a gesture.

  The husbands came forward to collect their wives, and Eylonwy wandered over to Anryn. Placing glowing hands on her shoulders, improving her color and earning a look of thanks from Decklyn. She transferred her power to her cousin in a few seconds, then stood with a grim look on her elegant face.

  “Alright Anryn, drop the wards. Let them come.”

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  The wolves did not know what was holding them at bay. The three of the Yellowpaw clan that had attacked earlier had run back to their clans with tales of monsters.

  If the Silverfangs had been willing to bargain for the bitch, this would not have happened. But even allowing them the first child from the bitch

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  had not been enough. They wanted to keep her. That was not going to happen. They wanted that bitch for their clans, and they were willing to kill the Silverfangs to get her. There were only three there, after all.

  They felt the instant that the barrier melted and surged forward in a wave. Sixteen members of the Goldeneye clan were involved in the attack, eight members of the Fightinghart clan were with them.

  As one they rushed through the woods, never questioning that they were all taking the same path to the farmhouse. They could hear voices in the light of the farmhouse ahead and moved faster.

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  Chapter Eight

  he Warders faced the attacking wolves. Several of the werewolves had transferred into the half-change form that would give them the most power during an attack. The others figured that they had the Silverfangs outnumbered. T

  The Warders took up flanking position on Ruana and Zan. The newly bonded couple was front and center when the attackers broke through the cover of the trees. Hitting the wall of power, that Anryn had laid down earlier on Ruana’s behalf, caused some of them to flip through the air at the impact.

  Ruana heard a few bones break as they hit the ground and took a deep breath then asked the question that they had to answer. “What do you want here?”

  “We have come for you bitch. The next time you go into heat, one of us will fuck you until you pop pregnant. Then we will wait for the next time. The same thing will happen again. Hey, we might

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  even have a lottery to see who plows you next…maybe a raffle?” His voice dissolved into twisted laughter.

  “You may not have her. By the decrees of her clan and mine. She and I are married in front of witnesses.” Zan’s voice was strong, but he edged her back behind him. She stepped aside, then moved around him.

  Decklyn was suddenly behind Zan, restraining him. “Let her do this. It’s what she does best.”

  With an inviting smile on her lips, Ruana walked forward swinging her hips. “If you want me, try to take me.” Her arms raised, palms up and she waited.

  It didn’t take long. The first wer to grab her wrist and tug with a leer in his eyes, screamed as a lightning bolt of power went through him. His body flipped backward and he lay moaning and smoking gently. The second went the way of the first.

  The third came up behind her and had to be peeled off of her as the shock had locked his muscles into rigor.

  “Are you getting the hint yet? I am not up for grabs. I can destroy anyone who dares to touch me. I belong only to Zan, only to the Silverfang clan, and only to the Warder clan. You can take that back to your Alpha’s and let them know that hunting season is over.”

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  Shocked and confused, they only paused a moment before dragging their wounded off of the yard and down the road.

  “You mean, you could have done that at any time?” Zan’s voice was a gentle whisper as he held her close, trying to stop her shaking.

  “No, the hand-fasting gave me the extra power I needed. No one can touch me with lust now but you.” She turned into his arms and started to cry. At first it was a gentle sobbing, but soon it grew into uncontrollable wrenching hysterics. He lifted her into his arms and began to walk back into the house.

  Eylonwy stepped in front of him, “I will see everyone safely home.” She leaned forward and gave him a gentle kiss on his forehead. “Don’t worry, she always cries at weddings.” He smiled at her and took his sobbing bride into the house one more time. Only to be thwarted by his brother, “What the hell just happened here?”

  “I’ll explain tomorrow, now get out of my way or I’ll go through you.” He was no longer smiling as Ruana’s crying seemed to get weaker with every passing moment.

  Hurriedly he carried her up the stairs and into his bedroom once again. Carefully turning the mirror against the wall as soon as he laid her down on the bed.

  She looked up at him with eyes red and

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  swollen, “I hurt them. I never meant to hurt them. I only used to stun them enough to make them back off.”

  Oh, so that was the problem. He removed his clothes, then started on hers. She was limp in his arms as he peeled off her shirt and pants. Her white bra and panties glowed in the dim light of the tiny lamp next to the bed. It was wired to the light switch, he usually did not need a lot of light in the dark, but tonight he wanted the light of a thousand candles.

  Her bra closed in back so he had to release the clasp by reaching around her and she quickly grabbed him and held him close. She wanted comfort, and was willing to tackle him to get it.

  She had been so passive in his arms that her sudden movement caught him off guard, and off balance. He fell to his back and a second later she had discarded both her bra and the matching prim panties.

  “My turn.” She braced her hands next to his shoulders and slowly drew her body against his. Over and over she repeated the caress of her flesh against him. Her nipples had hardened to points and she shivered in response as they dragged through his chest hair. Her knees were astride his hips rubbing her pelvis against his hardening erection with every twisted push-up she did. She moved forward a few inches more, to let his hard

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  hot cock rest against the sopping wetness of her open cunt.

  She continued to rock against him, driving the flames in her loins higher and higher. He started to groan with every stroke. On shaking arms, she pushed herself astride him. Pulling her knees in beside his hips, his engorged cock brushed against the weeping channel between her thighs. Taking a deep and shuddering breath, she began to slowly and cautiously lower herself onto him.

  As he slid home she drew a sighing breath of relief. Oh god, it felt good. She inhaled his scent as she began to move on him. Her head tilted back and her eyes closed as she rose and fell on him, reveling in the slow slide of his pulsing flesh within her slick walls. She moved faster and faster, driving for her own release, taking Zan along for the ride.

  She felt her orgasm approaching, and felt his hands on her breasts as her hips began to stutter in their rhythm. Ruana’s eyes opened, she moved her head to meet his gaze as his devilish fingers twisted and kneaded the flushed mounds of her breasts. Th
eir eyes remained locked as he trailed one hand down to twist his middle finger against her clit in a short circular motion. Her breath rushed out of her and she froze as she came with the twist of his hand.

  As her back arched, she felt him begin to come

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  within her, his eyes glowing into hers in the darkness. Ruana’s body shook as it milked Zan’s cock of its payload, the delicate palpitations of her flesh caressing him with gentle insistence. She dropped forward, crawling onto his chest as he slipped from within her welcoming heat.

  “Mmm. Nice.” She burrowed her nose the join between his neck and shoulder. She inhaled deeply, enjoying their scents twined together.

  It seemed eons before Zan commented as well, but perhaps it took him that long to recover. “I heartily agree.”

  A sudden realization made her raise her head. “Hey, wait a minute. Did I just do all the work?”

  Her comfortable resting spot was suddenly undergoing an earthquake. He stopped laughing for a moment. “Yep. And I look forward to you doing it again. Soon.”

  She groaned and put her face into the pillow next to him. “Mf, tngt m dmt.”

  “What?” He tugged at her hair, lifting her face away from her muffler.

  She glared at him, well as well as she could with the sated pulse flowing through her veins. “Not tonight you don’t. I need a nap.”

  He chuckled again and then cuddled her against him. He flipped a sheet over them both, and lay back, breathing deeply. “This has been a very eventful day. I think we both need our rest.”

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  He pressed a sweet kiss against her forehead and held her close as her breathing slowed into the even rhythm of sleep.

  As he drifted off to his own rest, his voice issued a thin wave of sound. “Ruana, thanks for wearing that damned ugly dress.”

  ABOUT THE AUTHOR

  iola is a proud Winnipeger living in Manitoba, Canada. A compulsive crafter and sucker for a ‘happily ever after’, she spends her time avoiding anything related to housework. Her hobbies have included needlework, metalwork, henna tattoos and costume design. Oh yeah, and writing. She loves to write. A rabid sci-fi buff and nerd to the core. www.violagrace.com V