With an arm around her waist, he locked her in place. Caged against his chest and the soft rug, she twirled her hips, desperate for release. “Don’t move,” he ground out.
She stilled just as sharp teeth bit down into the soft flesh of her shoulder. A cry bubbled and she gasped. Surprised by the sudden jolt of pain, she stilled.
Jake loosened his grip then began to massage the length of her back. “Forever, Honor.” He laved at the bite until the pain faded into a muted ache.
“Forever,” she managed on a breathless sigh, his hips driving her crazy with the slow grind, stoking her impending orgasm.
The walls of her pussy constricted, ready. She angled her head around to see a raw, almost carnal need in her mate’s eyes. He gathered her tousled locks into his fist, their gazes never parting.
“You’re going to milk me, baby.” She pushed as he pulled. “That’s it, suck me with your pussy. Take what you want.” She braced herself with her elbows. Tension knotted in her core, coiled, ready for release. She reached between her legs to press against her clitoris. Her fingers grazed the swollen flesh of his cock, her reward a gasp followed by a growl. He freed her hair then tightened his hold on her hips. Come morning she might have a few bruises on her skin, but she shrugged it away. Nirvana was too close to worry about the small details.
Her legs trembled, and her body tensed. Fire brushed along her nerves and her pussy quaked with an intoxicating pleasure. Heat flamed to life causing the walls of her channel to clench around his shaft. Jake growled from behind and fell over her body. With his arms wound around her waist, he held her in place. “Do you feel me, baby?”
Wave after wave of sensations crashed into her while another orgasm held her as a willing prisoner. Bursts of pleasure rocketed her into another realm with each pulse of his cock within her.
She gasped. Her heart raced in her chest. It was him. She was experiencing his orgasm. Amazing. And breathtaking to think she made him feel so good.
Liquid pooled between her thighs. A mixture of their combined pleasure. He inhaled close to her ear. “Mmm. Like strawberries and fine wine.” Jake moved to the side and pulled her down to nestle in his warm embrace. “Pure male and magick.” She countered on a spent sigh.
Soft lips touched the area where he’d bitten her and she stiffened. She understood the dynamics of pack law, but not why he’d bitten her. Hadn’t he already claimed her the first time?
“Did I hurt you?”
Like a mother. “No, more surprised me than anything. What does it mean?”
The first time I took you, my wolf’s power combined with yours and normally that’s enough. But as alpha I needed to make sure no other wolf would even try to get their grubby paws on you.”
“So I’m marked and claimed?”
“And under pack protection, baby.”
Jake sat up and pulled her favorite blanket from the back of the couch.
“If you’re cold, we can take care of that.” Honor turned and ran a hand down his chiseled six-pack. She cradled his pleasured cock in her palm, the silky shaft already hardening under her touch. “Sounds like a promise, but I don’t think your sister will appreciate the view.”
“Sister?” One or all three were bound to show up tonight.
Wood crashed into wood for the second time tonight. Geez, any more abuse and she’d have to replace the whole door. She made a mental note to invest in a better lock. Maybe a hex or two for anyone else that wanted to barge in unannounced.
“Honor. Honor. Where in the holy Hades are you, woman? Don’t you know how to answer a phone?” Honor leaned sideways and peaked around the corner. There, standing in her doorway with wild hair and panic-filled eyes stood her sister. The cold sweat she had going on tinged the air, but it was the way she anchored herself to the doorframe for support that really had Honor worried. Her sister never lost her cool. Ever. Not even when they were teenagers and got caught casting a sleeping spell over all the teachers just so they could go to a Pink concert. Wait. How did she smell her sister from all the way over here?
She turned to Jake and whispered, “So my senses will be like yours? So how did I smell to you when the hex took over?”
“Like a sweet piece of meat.” His eyes smoldered and she splayed her hands along her midriff to calm her nerves. Whoa—he was good at that.
She turned back to her sister. “I’m right here.”
Ambrosia slammed the door shut, raced into the room and fell to her knees in front of her. “I’m not going to ask what the hell you’re doing, why I smell rose and lavender or why you’re naked, although that part is obvious.” Her words tripped out between gulps of air.
“Ambrosia, take a deep breath and calm down.”
“Maybe I should step out and let you ladies—”
“No.” Honor stopped Jake from rising and motioned for him to stay. She only had one blanket and she wasn’t in for a peep show tonight.
“Honor, you have to help me. I don’t know how it happened. One minute I was working an abundance spell under the full moon in our normal spot in the woods, in the next two wolves were hot on my heels. I tore my favorite dress, hurt my foot, lost my panties and I think...” Ambrosia slapped a hand to her forehead, scrunched her eyes closed and pressed her lips into a tight line. Crimson crept up her sister’s cheeks until her whole face beamed red. Her breathing came ragged and she reached out to soothe Ambrosia.
“It’s okay. You can tell me.”
“I think I jinxed two alphas with a love spell.”
Shut the front door.
Ambrosia cringed, tears rimming her eyes. It took a few frantic seconds for the words to sink in. Two alphas? “As in more than one?” No wonder Ambrosia was freaking out. It might mean double the pleasure, but in their world, it also meant double the punishment, too.
“And this is a bad thing?” Jake leaned over her shoulder and voiced the question she sensed from him through their connection.
Ambrosia’s chest stilled and her fingers tightened in her lap. “It is when you’re the daughter of the High Council of Magick.”
A sly smile lifted the corners of his mouth. “Witches and their spells. What a web you ladies weave.”
Honor elbowed Jake.
A knock brought all three around to look at the door.
“Ambrosia Grace. We know you’re in there,” called a muffled deep, masculine voice before another added, “We can smell your sweet body, and we want a taste.”
Honor looked at Ambrosia. “Sounds like you better let the big bad wolves in, sweetheart, before they bust the door down.”
Jake wrapped his arms around Honor, leaned in, and whispered the words she already knew, “Hold on baby. This is going to be a hella lot of fun to watch.”
The End
Keep reading for a chapter excerpt of the second Hex My Heart release, Jinxing the Alphas.
Coming Titles for the Hex My Heart Series
Hexing the Alpha – Out Now
Jinxing the Alphas – Out Now
Bewitching the Alpha - July 2015
Enchanting the Alpha - August. 2015
Charming the Alphas – September 2015
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His By Sunrise (novella)
Tequila Sunset (novella)
Sunrise for Three (novella)
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CHAPTER ONE
Plump beams of silver light broke through the scraggly canopy of branches to peel away a small portion of the night’s veil. Fresh snow shifted and crunched beneath Ambrosia’s winter boots, bringing her closer to the clearing ahead. And, by all the witch’s brooms in Sweet Briar Hollow, closer to shedding the bond.
The bond she shared with Luke and Evan. Both were alphas of a neighboring pack and each an owner of a deeper part of her soul than she cared to admit to. And that is why she was in this mess to begin with.
She clutched the crystal around her neck and stroked a thumb down the smooth heart-shaped surface.
Each day the bond grew stronger. And each day she refused to relinquish control to the burn and ache, it only made the longing grow and the weight of their absence more unbearable by the hour.
Fear. Doubt. Maybe sheer stubbornness kept her from stripping the bond, if it were even possible. Who knew?
Because, really? How did she call either, Luke or Evan, and ask how to rid herself of their claim over her? That was not a conversation she wanted to have, not after what happened between them that saddled her with the insatiable craving for both men in the first place. And her last phone call to them almost lead to exactly what she didn’t—shouldn’t—want.
****
“Ambrosia, what will it take?” No hello, no pleasantries. She didn’t need any to know the frustrated man on the other end of her phone. “Tell us and we’ll travel to Hell and back if it will return you to us. Your pain...” a deep gut-wrenching sigh followed by a growl broke his words, “... woman, it’s eating us alive. Stop shoving us away. Please.”
She continued to lie in her bed, eyes closed with silent tears wetting her cheeks and pillow.
Luke’s commanding voice dripped with the same all-consuming need that knotted her insides. So used to getting what he wanted, the need to act and not being able to, brought out his beast. Desperation stained every word he uttered.
He could never stand seeing her unhappy and took every opportunity to make her smile. Tonight he must have sensed her need for them.
Birthdays were his favorite. Surprise gifts appeared on her doorstep every year since she’d arrived in Sweet Briar with only a small note showing two wolf prints as a signature. One print for Luke and the other for Evan. She silently treasured their gifts, each one tempting her closer to the edge of breaking her peoples’ law.
Until she finally had broken the law three months ago.
She shouldn’t have answered the phone. The minute Luke’s husky voice reached her, the pain eased and she caved by not breaking the connection and hanging up.
She couldn’t give him what he wanted. What she wanted. Her as their mate. Instead, she did the next best thing. With the phone cradled to her ear, she listened as he shared stories of his childhood in a deep voice that always soothed her. The way he revered his father and loved his pack life.
He’d then shared what she imagine was one of the hardest things to reveal—the violent loss of his father and mother. Her pain had turned from her own to that for the boy who’d witnessed their deaths.
He’d given her a piece of his past and she’d taken it for what it was—a peek behind the force of strength the man personified.
It wasn’t long before Evan picked up on another line and the conversation settled into an intimate moment. Hours passed and just as she watched the sun peak over the mountain, Luke made a promise to her in a gruff voice. “Little witch, you can’t run forever. We will be together and sooner than you think.” No question of if it would happen, just a matter of time. Such arrogance. Conviction.
Something clicked and a resolve so profound settled over the connection she could almost reach out and touch it. And it scared her. Not of what he and Evan would do to be with her, but the price it would take for that dream to become a reality. When Luke made up his mind not even the power of magick would stop him.
Evan, his tone just as grave, added, “This is the last night you shed any tears. That’s a promise, sweetheart.”
And she believed them.
****
Their shared call three nights ago looped in her head. Every word burned in her memory.
Ambrosia stumbled slightly, her vision a blurry mess. Damn Luke and Evan and their promise. She paused, wiped at her eyes, and flicked open her cell to hit the speed dial for her sister. After several rings Honor picked up.
Snaps and cracks followed by a few colorful curses blared in her ear. “Honor, you there?”
“Uh, Ambrosia... gotta go.”
The line went dead. “Okaaaay.” Hellz bellz. Whatever her sister was up to now just turned Ambrosia’s plan into a solo mission. No excuses and no one to talk her out of the crazy plan.
It was too late to turn back anyway. She broke through the barrier of the woods opposite her sister’s property as the moon swam behind a wave of fluffy clouds. It was just her and the moon-drenched scenery now.
Ambrosia’s brain replayed her fated night of Moon Lust and hot sex. Luke and Evan had no right over her, but she only had herself to blame for letting the power of their bond grow to this strength. Three months gave her plenty of time to figure out a way to break their claim, but like a spell held her bound, every time she tried something to break the hold, her heart would quiver with a rush of anxiety, making every breath next to impossible. The second her thoughts changed, the symptoms disappeared.
Tonight was no exception. When her sisters had sat her down and handed her the small vial of magick, she’d balked. But after the death glares and a few sisterly threats, they’d convinced her they’d finally found a way to break the alphas’ bond.
At this point, she had little choice, so down the hatch the first elixir went, quivering heart or not.
As she swallowed the bitter potion, Honor gave her the low-down.
Step one: strip away her magick, temporarily, of course which would break the defensive barriers protecting the bond. Her magick would be spotty up until it became a no-go. After that had time to take effect, then came...
Step two: Get her ass to their protective circle, shoot back the second vial full of ingredients Ember promised her would then cut the bond between Luke Evan and herself. Only then could she perform a cleansing and healing ritual. BAM. She’d be free of the shifters and alone. Again.
Only Honor and Ember left out one important detail. How sick it would make her. Ambrosia paused and clasped a hand to her stomach.
Not even the eldest witch of the High Council, Ms. Voltere’s, winter solstice fruitcake had this bad effect on her and that thing felled grown-ass men. Muscles constricted along her middle on a wave of nausea. Uh-oh.
Ice filled her veins and it wasn’t only the cold weather causing it. She quickened her steps, moving through the trees, over exposed roots and stumbled on a few she didn’t see in the muted moonlight. Trudging through the woods in the middle of winter didn’t exactly scream bright idea, but her sisters had a point. Winter’s first full moon would boost her moonpowers graced upon her by the goddesses.
Knots tightened her belly, but this time there was more at work than her liquid concoction. Her back stiffened milliseconds before the hair on her neck stood on end. She scanned the woods, her heart hammering against her chest.
Luke and Evan, were they close? She could feel it, the bond preparing for a fight. They had to be.
She scoffed. After tonight she’d belong to herself and no one else.
She fisted her resolve and shoved it back where it belonged. Firmly in place within the tight confines of her actions. One
step forward, followed by another.
She’d gone the mundane route—ignore the bond at all cost. Chalk it up to what it was... a one-night stand that gave her a taste of what lay on the other side of the law. Come morn, it should have been all forgotten and out of her system.
She should have known one night with them would never be enough. After a month of denial and another two wishing things were different, she had to face the truth. As a Council member, rules bound her to never marry—or mate—outside her people or risk severe punishment.
As the first symptoms of the bonding took hold, she didn’t know what was wrong, thought maybe she was jonesing for more hot shifter sex, but deep down she knew it was more than what appeared on the surface.
In the last two months she’d drank, injected, bathed in, and smoked every elixir and charm her coven sisters had brewed up to no avail. She’d enjoyed a few feel-good side effects, but getting high wasn’t her ultimate goal.
The need, the bone-deep ache untouchable by any magick she knew of, grew hour after hour and tonight, the first day of the winter solstice, was her last shot at freeing herself before all Hades broke loose and she either went rogue and sought out her sinful shifters or went mad with lust. Thank the goddesses her sister had stepped in with one last option.
Chills rushed along her skin only to have a wave of heat to follow. Her breath now coming in shallow gasps.
Her inner walls clenched from an echo of Luke and Evan’s salacious ministrations to her body. Hellz, her senses and emotions collided with so much force she wanted to cry, laugh, and fuck all at once.
Emptiness and the craving for one more taste of what Luke and Evan offered drowned everything out. She froze, raking her hands through her hair and over her face for some kind of control.
“Whoa, girl.”
Live wires danced through her body in a low hum, and she continued forward.
Before tonight, her latest remedy courtesy of her coven sister, Ember, called for dragon’s blood.
Dread scaled down the length of her spine. The only thing worse than her current situation was owing the winged scaly beasts. She would suffer less jumping out of the cauldron and directly into the flames.
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