by Ariel Marie
If she were his mate, then she would have been made just for him.
Delia’s granddaughter.
Fuck.
Delia was one of the most powerful witches in the world. She was the high priestess of the Lunar Coven. He and Delia were acquaintances for at least the past century, so Delia knew what he was.
“Who sent you to me?” he asked, trying to keep his mind off his cock plunging deep within his little witch.
His little witch.
His fingers couldn’t stay away from her dark, thick locks. The silkiness of her strands reminded him of the silk sheets that lay on his bed. Silk sheets that he wanted to feel wrapped around his and his little witch’s naked bodies.
A bed he would kill to be able to see her lay naked in and spread out on right now. His cock jumped.
Shit.
“They’re trying to banish me from the coven and I refuse to go without a fight.” Her wide eyes were pleading with him.
He could sense that what she spoke was the truth. If Delia was in trouble, he knew that her younger brother would be the one to come to him for help.
“Delia told me that she was raising her granddaughter, who would be her heir. Why would they banish you for her disappearance?”
“Because they want the power of our coven and without me there, the other elders could have it. It belongs to my family. My grandmother and her mother started that coven, and I’ll be damned if they take it away from us.” The fury that burned in her eyes depicted that this little witch was not to be taken lightly.
He knew he had demanded for his mate to show herself. If it had been that easy, he would have demanded it a long time ago. He tipped her chin to bring her eyes back to his.
“Don’t worry, Little Witch. We’ll get Delia back. This I promise you,” he murmured.
Relief flooded her features as she smiled. His heart sped up at the sight.
His dragon was right.
She was his.
He’d be damned if anything happened to her grandmother. As her mate, he would protect her with his life. Everything he had would be hers. A dragon lived to please their mate, and he would start by finding Delia, for her.
“Thank you,” she whispered.
Unable to resist, he covered her mouth with his again. He couldn’t get enough of the taste of her. Her small tongue was bold in meeting his as he tilted his head to deepen the kiss. The smell of her arousal assaulted his senses, and he knew his little witch was ready for him.
“That’s a hot little piece you got there,” a voice slurred in front of their table.
Feno growled as he tore his mouth from Willow’s and turned to the idiot. A sadistic grin spread across his face as he took in the drunkard, and by the smell of him, he knew he was a wolf shifter. Tonight was his lucky night. It looked like he was going to get both of his wishes granted.
“It’s not worth it,” Willow pleaded as she pulled on his arm to no avail. He stood from the table and towered over the shifter. The shifter apparently had one too many and didn’t even shrink back from Feno.
“She’s mine,” he growled low, his power rolling off him in waves. Wide eyes around the room took in the confrontation as he stood in front of the wolf. The noise of the crowd instantly faded as they anticipated what would happen. Some of the wolf shifter’s buddies, who looked just as wasted as their friend, mulled around the pair. Feno wasn’t worried at all. He could take all of them on without breaking a sweat.
“How do you get to come in here claiming women? Last month you came in here and left with two. Give some of us a chance with the fuckable whores,” the drunk hollered, motioning to Willow.
He heard Willow gasp. That was not what his mate needed to hear, but he would explain that to her later.
He cocked back his fist and slammed it into the shifter’s jaw.
Chapter Three
Willow followed behind the bouncers that were dragging Feno and the shifter out of the bar. She was honored that he felt the need to defend her honor, but it wasn’t necessary to do it with such violence. She knew shifters could be a violent bunch, but to see it in person, she could do nothing but shake her head.
It took two large, burly men to drag Feno out the back door, while the other guards had dragged the other men out the front door. Four men had tried to jump Feno, but it was he who was the victor.
He was impressive, and her heart raced at the sight of him fighting four large shifters.
“Get out of here,” one of the bouncers yelled as they pushed him out the door and into the back alley. Willow squeezed around the men as they slammed the door, and Feno barked out a laugh as he placed his hands on his hips.
She turned from the door and found him leaning up against the brick wall of the building behind the bar.
“How can you laugh at what just happened?” she asked, confused. Did he enjoy fighting those men?
“Let’s just say, be careful what you wish for,” he chuckled, wiping the blood from his lip.
She had no clue what he was talking about. She slowly made her way to him and saw the evidence of his bar brawl. His face was lined with cuts, and the beginning of bruises.
“You left here with two women last month?” She glared at him with her hands on her hips. Two women?
“I should have made sure I broke the fucking wolf’s jaw.” He grimaced as he looked at her.
“You’re crazy,” she muttered, as she stood in front of him.
“You have no fucking idea.” He shook his head as he met her eyes. She reached up a hand and traced one of the cuts on his cheek. The shifter must have brandished his claws when fighting Feno.
“You’re injured.”
“I’ll be fine.”
“You were fighting for me. Why is that? You just met me?” She felt the warming sensation reach the tips of her fingers. Her healing powers were coming forth. She watched, fascinated, as the cut on his cheek began to mend together.
“What are you doing?” he asked, grabbing her hand in his.
“Healing you,” she whispered, pushing her energy forth. Her lips curved up, pleased with her work. She could see his wounds disappearing before her eyes.
“Why?”
“I don’t know. I don’t like the thought of you being hurt,” she admitted. Her eyes flickered to his as she tucked her hair behind her ear. “I answered your question, now answer mine.”
He looked away from her, his strong grip releasing her hand. She bit her lip, wanting to feel his hands all over her naked flesh. Just the thought of him running his calloused hands along her skin gave her goose bumps.
“Because I want you,” he growled. “The minute I saw you, I knew I wanted you. The scent of you is driving my animal wild. I can all but taste your arousal on my tongue. Did I beat the shit out of those fuckers for interrupting us? Yes. Would I do it again? Fuck yeah.”
She gasped as he pushed off the wall and drew her to him. Her aching nipples pushed against her dress, vying for his attention. She knew that in the shifter world, that they saw, they wanted, they took, and right now, she ached for him to take her. She didn’t want to seem desperate, but it had been a while since she’d been intimate with anyone. Maybe that’s what she needed in order to focus on getting Delia back.
She needed to get laid.
And she knew just the person who could help her. For just one night, she wanted to be selfish and take pleasure in what Feno had to offer.
“Are we going to continue to stand here in this alley, or do you want to get out of here?” she breathed.
“I thought you’d never ask,” he growled, just as a dark sedan pulled to a halt at the mouth of the alley. He grabbed her hand and led her toward the vehicle. She had to quicken her steps as she followed close behind him. His long strides had her almost jogging to keep up with him.
They arrived at the car and she stared at it in amazement. How did the driver know when he would be ready? She didn’t see him with a cell phone. Opening the back door, he assiste
d her inside the vehicle, then followed behind her and shut the door.
“How did you do that?” she asked, looking around the car.
“Do what?”
“Make the car suddenly appear?”
“I have a special connection with my driver.” Feno grinned at her as he pulled her close to him. The partition between them and the driver was up. He touched where the deep cut had been and pulled his hand away. “You’re strong, my Little Witch.”
His little witch.
Her core clenched at his endearment.
“Healing is one of my fortes,” she murmured. She moved her hair away from her face and pushed it all over one shoulder.
He reached a hand out and gently cupped her cheek. She leaned into his large hand and briefly closed her eyes as he brought her face close to his. She could feel his breath on her lips, and she waited for him to make the final move.
“In the morning, we’ll search for Delia, but tonight, I’m going to thoroughly explore your body. Tonight is for us, so don’t worry about a thing, my Little Witch. I’ll keep you safe.”
Feno’s body practically hummed with excitement as Winston pulled up to his condo, which was located in Blue Creek. His dragon was pleased to have their mate with them as they exited the car.
“Do you need anything else, sir?” Winston asked through their telepathic link.
“No, we’re good. Thanks for coming to get us,” Feno replied.
He led Willow into his place and began thinking of the day he would take her to his castle, Dragonstone Hold. He gently nudged her on as he locked the door.
“Make yourself comfortable.” He watched her walk ahead of him through his foyer.
“Your place is beautiful.” She smiled as she twirled around in a circle. His eyes caught the brief hint of her thighs as her dress flowed around her legs. The sight of her creamy tan thighs would now be forever engrained in his mind. He licked his lips with the thought of diving headfirst between those luscious legs.
But catching a whiff of himself, he realized he needed to shower first. He smelled of beer, smoke, and sweat.
Not a good combination for a dragon who was about to be with his mate for the first time.
“I can give you a tour a little later if you’d like.” He guided her to his family room that was off the kitchen. “Help yourself to anything in the house. I just want to get cleaned up.”
“Okay,” she murmured as she moved toward the couch to take a seat. Watching her reach for the remote to the television, he was satisfied that she would entertain herself while he showered. He jogged down the hallway to his private quarters, stripping off his clothes as he made his way to the bathroom. His cock jutted out, ready for action. He tried to will it down as he entered his bathroom, but it had a mind of its own.
He walked around the glass shower door and turned on the water. He grimaced as the chilled spray hit his skin, gritting his teeth until the water began to warm. The chill from the water did nothing to combat the painful erection he was sporting. He grabbed his soap and began lathering himself up.
He tried to think of anything that would help kill the erection as he gave it a quick tug. He couldn’t come at Willow in this position. He would blow his load the minute she touched him. A sound drew his attention. The air escaped from his chest as he stared at the beautiful sight in the doorway.
Chapter Four
His little witch.
Naked.
Standing just inside the door, his eyes greedily took in every natural curve of her body. Her bountiful breasts swayed as she moved toward him. Her nipples were beaded little buds, begging for attention. He licked his lips, his mouth watering, ready to taste her mounds. His eyes dipped down to her soft belly and farther to her bare mons.
He growled as she stepped into the shower with him.
“I thought you’d wait for me,” he murmured, placing his soap back on the shelf.
“You told me that I could help myself to anything in the house.” She stepped closer to him. Her small hands spread across his chest, gathering up the lather from the soap.
“That I did,” he agreed. He became mesmerized as he watched her hands discover his body, and began to head south. His abdomen quivered as she trailed her nails down and hissed as her hand encircled his stiff length. His dragon rumbled in his chest as she stroked him.
“So here I am, helping myself to you.” Looking into her eyes, his control snapped. He grabbed her face and crushed his mouth to hers. She immediately opened for him, allowing his tongue to sweep her mouth. He loved the taste of her and wanted to consume her. Her tongue met his with every stroke. He pushed them back until her back met the tile wall of the shower.
She gasped as he broke the kiss, his lips burning a trail along her jaw and down her neck. The water flowed around them, allowing their hands to slide easily against each other. He growled as she continued her motions. He wasn’t going to last long, and he’d be damned if he blew first. He wanted to feel her come apart on him.
He reached down and lifted her up against the wall of the shower.
“Feno,” she moaned as he nipped the skin on her shoulder. His dragon was demanding that he mark her now, but he knew that it would be too soon for that. The blunt tip of his cock was nestled in her folds as she gripped his hair and dragged his face to hers. She kissed him with a passion that burned deep in his chest. His little witch had some fire to her.
He thrust deep, causing her to break the kiss with a scream. He grunted as her walls gripped him. She was slick and completely ready for him. He could feel the moisture slide along cock as he held still.
“Feno,” she chanted as she buried her head in the crook of his neck.
“Fuck,” he groaned out, gripping her tight in his hands. Her pussy fit him as he knew it would. She was made perfectly for him. Fate never got it wrong. “Hold on, baby.”
This would be fast and hard, but he would make sure she reached her release first. They would have the rest of the night to learn each other’s bodies. He was a quick study, and by morning, he would have every facet of her body memorized.
He lifted her up and slammed her down onto him, ensuring that his cock went as deep as it could. The sounds of her moans echoed in the shower stall and drove him wild. He leaned away from her slightly to change the angle of his thrusts. He knew he hit the right spot when her moans morphed into screams of pleasure.
He quickened his pace as he felt the familiar tingling sensation deep within his testicles.
“Feno, please,” she gasped, lifting herself up and sliding down on him, rotating her hips. His needy little witch knew what she wanted and he’d let her take it.
“Take what you need,” he growled out as she took over. Her hands gripped the back of his head as she worked her pussy along his cock. He slid his hand between them and parted her folds with his fingers, finding her swollen clitoris and began to rub it with his thumb.
“Yes,” she hissed, throwing her head back. He quickened the pace of his motion along her sensitive flesh as she began rocking faster on his cock. Her muscles squeezed him tight as her orgasm rolled over her. A growl tore from his chest as he grabbed her and began to thrust deep into her tight channel. He let loose a roar as he emptied himself inside of her.
He stood still as their bodies remained joined, barely able to catch his breath. And from the sounds of her breathing, she was just as affected as he was. He continued to hold her tight in his arms as he reached for the shower handle to turn the water off.
He slowly withdrew from her body amidst her gentle protest. He instantly missed the feeling of her wrapped tightly around him. They would have more opportunity to continue, but for now, he needed to get his mate to bed.
Willow leaned her face against his neck as she held onto him while he carried her out of the shower. He grabbed a towel on his way out and headed into his bedroom. He glanced at the alarm clock on the nightstand and discovered it was after two in the morning.
He gently sat
Willow down on the edge of the bed and quickly dried her off with the towel before helping her into his bed. He pulled the covers over her while drying himself off, then climbed into the bed with her.
His dragon was pleased that their mate was with them, in their bed. She breathed in slow, even breaths as sleep claimed her. He brushed her damp hair from her face and took in her beauty. He had waited for this moment for so long, that he was too anxious to go to sleep. It was almost as if he had dreamt her up.
“Promise me you’ll be here in the morning,” he whispered, placing a kiss on her forehead. He adjusted his pillows and drew his mate close and closed his eyes to allow sleep to claim him.
Willow opened her eyes and thought that she would feel some type of embarrassment for sleeping with Feno, but it never came. She smiled as she stretched, but found her legs to be immobile.
“What the—”
A swipe of a tongue across her clitoris almost sent her into convulsions. She glanced down to find Feno feasting between her legs. Her body arched from the pleasure he brought her. If waking up with Feno was like this every morning, she would never leave.
How the hell did she sleep through the beginning of this?
“Feno,” she gasped, reaching down to thread her fingers into his hair. He thrust his finger inside of her as he stayed focus on her clit, alternating between sucking and flicking his tongue across it. Her hips arched, bringing her pussy flush against his face as he increased the pace of his fingers fucking her. “What are you doing?”
“If you have to ask, I’m not doing it right,” he growled, thrusting his fingers deeper.
She could feel her moisture slip out of her core as he slid another finger into her, stretching her. Her legs trembled as he worked her. Her muscles grew tight as her orgasm slowly rolled through her. She closed her eyes tight, and would have sworn her body had taken off to the sky. Stars surrounded her as she allowed her orgasm to take her.
