“I have spoken with them and your father. They’ve all given their blessings,” I told her.
“They’ve given their blessings for you to possibly die?” she asked as she shook her head angrily.
“They’ve given their blessings for us to find happiness. With each other—like fate has destined. Even if it’s only for a day.”
The silence was charged with her emotions. In her indecision she let down her walls and I was able to enter her thoughts. Flashes of my face ran through her mind wildly. Her love for me was so evident it was difficult to watch. Her years of tears and pain matched my own. I pulled her into my mind. My gift was reading thoughts. I was capable of sending thoughts as well. My words were not enough—maybe my memories would be.
“Watch,” I said quietly. “See me.”
She closed her eyes, dropped to the bed and rocked like a child as I let her in to my head and my soul. Thousands of scenarios of us together and me alone pining for her entered her mind. The depths of my feeling and need for her blasted into her head as tears poured from both of our eyes. My loneliness and hopelessness invaded her and her own shot back at me. My worry at her seeing every corner of my mind was outweighed by my need to make her believe me.
“See me, Raquel. Please see me,” I said brokenly as I knelt on the floor next to her and took her in my arms. “I have nothing without you.”
Her body softened and her crying subsided to sniffles. “I have nothing without you either,” she whispered.
“Mate with me. Be mine,” I said.
Her pause felt like a knife in my gut. Her eyes searched mine and I stared back steadily, willing her to give me the answer I wanted.
“Yes,” she said as she buried her face in my chest. “Yes, Heathcliff, I will mate with you.”
Chapter 11
We both sat in silent shock for a few moments as we watched each other carefully.
“My instinct is to bite you really fast in case you change your mind,” I said as I held her tightly to my body.
“You’re smooshing me,” she said with a giggle.
“Sorry,” I muttered, relaxing my hold but not letting her go. “Kind of excited here.”
“Will it hurt?” she asked as she traced my dimples with her finger.
“No clue,” I answered with a grin. “Never done it before.”
She straddled my legs and pressed her forehead to mine.
“I love you, Heathcliff. I still don’t know if this is the right thing to do. I’m scared, but I have never wanted anything more in my life.”
“Do you think after we’re mated we’ll be able to stop throwing shit at each other?” I asked as I tangled my fingers in her hair.
“Oh my God.” She laughed. “I’m being serious here.”
“Me too,” I said with a smirk. “I feel happier and more free than I have ever felt in my very long life. This is the right thing to do. Scary? Yes. Scary enough to stop me? Absolutely not. Come what may. I want you more than I want to go on alone. You ready?”
“Um, yes. I think. Oh shit, this is terrifying,” she said as she let her head drop back on her shoulders.
I lifted her up and laid her on the bed. I settled in next to her and pulled her close. “Think about it this way. I’m scared every time I go into battle. Do I show it? No. Do I feel it? Yes. If I didn’t feel trepidation it would mean I’d gotten careless or didn’t care at all. Nothing in our world worth having should be easy to get. It should be worth dying for. You are worth dying for. With everything I am I mean that.”
“You are worth dying for too,” she said. She took my face in her hands and kissed me—opening up to me like she never had before. It was glorious and humbling. I knew we had only scratched the surface of being one.
“This is the beginning of our love story. Whether we are on this plane or some other I will love and worship you for eternity.”
“Back at you, sexy pants. Let’s do it.”
Her laugh went all through me and my grin practically split my face.
“I thought you’d never ask,” I said as my fangs descended and every muscle I had tightened to the point of pain.
We slowly leaned into each other’s necks and bit down. The explosive feeling that rocked my entire being was unlike anything I’d ever known. It went straight to my cock and the orgasm was mind blowing. Her blood ran sweet down my throat and her body writhed in a sensual dance against mine.
In a frenzy we tore the clothes from our bodies. It was inhuman and sexier than Hell. There was no way to be close enough. Her moans of desire made me see stars. Her curves felt like Heaven beneath my hands. I ran my open mouth from her neck to her breast and licked and sucked until she was a whimpering mess underneath me. It took everything I had not to plunge into her body immediately. I intended to worship every inch before I pounded into her.
“Oh my God,” she screamed. “I need you.”
“You’ve got me,” I hissed through clenched teeth as my fingers found her wet channel and the heel of my palm pressed down on her throbbing clit. “You have all of me.”
“Make love to me,” she begged. Her hips met the thrusts of my hand and she cried out in pleasure as an orgasm ripped violently through her body. “I need more.”
With Vampyre speed I positioned myself between her legs. My cock ached and the tingling in my spine dictated my actions. Slow was impossible. I needed her like I needed blood to live.
“I love you,” I growled as I entered her body, not stopping until I was fully seated inside her.
I paused for only a brief second to enjoy the feeling of her tight body wrapped around my cock, but the look of lust and love in her eyes set me off. She was mine—body, mind and soul. Finally.
“Mine,” I shouted as I slammed into her body at a speed that would have destroyed a human. She met me with wild abandon thrust for thrust and her fingernails raked down my back, tightening my balls to the point of agony.
“I love you. I love you,” she muttered over and over as our bodies melded together.
I couldn’t figure where she stopped and I began, but I didn’t care. I wanted everything she had to give.
I knew I was close, but I wanted her to go over with me. I reached down between her legs as I pistoned into her like a wild man. I squeezed her clit between two fingers and she detonated under my touch. Her scream set me off and I came so hard colors ripped across my vision and I roared my release. Her body clamped around my cock and contracted with the aftershocks of an orgasm that almost killed both of us dead.
As I floated back to Earth I heard her joyous laughter and I smiled.
“Best day of my life,” I muttered as I pulled her close and my cock hardened with desire for her again.
“I want more,” she whispered against my chest. “I still want more.”
“Nothing would give me more pleasure,” I said as I took her lips in a kiss that made us both moan with need. “I can go all day.”
“Me too.” She giggled and she nipped at my bottom lip.
And we did.
And it was insane.
***
“Are we still alive?” she asked tiredly as she stretched her sore body in such a way that my extremely overused cock hardened again.
“Not sure. Don’t care,” I said with a chuckle as I traced the smooth contours of her hip with my finger.
“How many times did we do it?” she asked.
“Um, twenty? Thirty?” I answered as I pressed my hardness against her.
“Oh my God,” she moaned with a grin as she took me in her hand and stroked me. “You’re an animal.”
“A very happy animal.”
Her hand left my cock and travelled lightly up my body. She ran her finger across my bottom lip and she worried her own with her teeth.
“Don’t think,” I whispered. I pulled her swollen lip from her teeth and kissed her.
“I can’t help it. It’s almost sundown,” she said as she shuddered and cuddled closer to me. “Aren
’t you scared?”
I thought for a moment and realized I wasn’t—not at all. I was complete and whatever the night held in store for us, I would embrace it gratefully. I finally had the love of my life at my side—my mate. Nothing had made more sense than what we had shared today. Nothing.
“No, I’m not,” I told her. “Whatever happens we will be together. It’s all I’ve ever wanted.”
“I don’t deserve you,” she said softly.
“Actually you do,” I said. “And I deserve you.”
“I’m still going to throw stuff,” she mumbled.
“God, I hope so.” I laughed. “I’d miss that.”
“You are truly crazy.” She snickered and nipped my lip. “And I love you. Always.”
“Back at you, sexy ass.”
She rolled her eyes and shook her head. Her wild red curls fell into her face. “What should we do?”
“We will hold each other close and simply wait to see what fate has in store for us,” I said, wrapping her in my embrace and tucking her hair gently behind her ear.
“Fate can be a bitch,” Raquel murmured as she held me tight.
“True, but she usually has a plan. Tonight I will trust her.”
As the sun dipped lower onto the horizon I held the love of my life close to my chest. She trembled and I felt the wetness of her tears, but also the magnitude of her love. Tomorrow would be a new day. I had no clue where we would be, but as long as we were together it was good for me.
“I love you,” I whispered with my lips against her forehead.
“I love you too,” she whispered. “I’m afraid to close my eyes.”
“I’m right here. Whatever is going to happen will happen whether we get some rest or not.”
“Will you close your eyes?” she asked as she gripped my body tightly.
“Maybe.”
Her eyes closed and she rested in my arms. She didn’t fall into death, but it was still twilight outside. Trying to figure out what was going to happen was futile so I closed my eyes and let my mind wander into oblivion. My mate’s Heavenly scent was in my nose and her body was wrapped around mine. It was absolute perfection. There was no place else I’d rather be…
***
An ominous darkness surrounded me and a feeling of unease skittered up my spine. I reached out quickly and felt Raquel, soft and alive, still by my side. The sense of relief was overwhelming, but my body stayed tense and alert. Where in the Hell were we? We were no longer on my bed, but on the cold, hard ground of some place unfamiliar. I grabbed her and pulled her close. As my eyes adjusted to the dim surroundings, I felt Raquel grasp my arm.
“Are we alive?” she whispered.
“Feels that way,” I answered softly. “We’re together, so that works for me.”
“What in the Hell is this place?” she asked as she looked around the stark, dank area we had some how ended up in.
“I have no fucking idea,” I told her truthfully. “I suppose there’s only one way to find out. You ready to rumble?” I stood and held my hand out to her.
She took my hand and gave it a squeeze. “Yes, my mate…I believe I am ready for just about anything.”
“That’s good,” I told her with a grin, “because our story starts now…let’s go kick its ass.”
A soft giggle escaped her lips and with a light punch to my arm Raquel took my hand in hers and we started our journey.
With careful steps, watchful eyes and faith in each other we walked slowly into the darkness—together.
Just the way fate had intended.
## The End (for now….) ##
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Wolf Lover: KONOCHUR
New Scotia Pack, Book 2
by Victoria Danann
Wolf Lover: KONOCHUR
Copyright © 2015 Victoria Danann
Published by 7th House, Imprint of Andromeda LLC
All rights reserved
ISBN 978-1-933320-87-8
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PROLOGUE
THE ORDER OF THE BLACK SWAN
This book is loosely related to the Knights of Black Swan series and contains a few minor references to characters from those books.
There is a very old and secret society of vampire hunters, paranormal investigators and protectors known as The Order of the Black Swan. In the twenty-first century, the Order was presented with proof that the scientific postulation that multiple dimensions operate independently within the same “space”, tied to one planet as hub or anchor, depending on how you view it. Each dimension is a single reality to its occupants with the exception of Elementals - demons, angels, sylphs, and certain shifters, who can move between dimensions as easily as we walk from room to room.
THE NEW SCOTIA TRIBE
From Moonlight, Book 4, Knights of Black Swan. In the process of averting possible extinction of his tribe, the king of the Elk Mountain werewolves, Stalkson Grey, fell in love with a cult slave and abducted her with the demon, Deliverance’s, assistance. He eventually won his captive's heart and took his new mate to the New Elk Mountain werewolf colony in Lunark Dimension where the wolf people’s ancestors had settled centuries before. The Elk Mountain tribe had ceased to produce daughters for an entire generation. The demon found a solution to that by locating a human world that had not produced sons. The werewolf boys were given a month to find mates and convince them to leave their homes for an unknown place called Lunark.
A few years later his nephew-by-marriage, (Liulf, New Scotia Pack Book 1), also migrated his tribe to Lunark Dimension and set up the colony of New Scotia. This book is about
his younger brother and second-in-command, Konochur, called Conn and the human, Lestriv, who had married one of the werewolves and pioneered migration to a new world.
CHAPTER 1
“They’re here!”
Lessie smiled at the excitement in Elise’s voice. She turned her face toward where Elise was pointing while jumping up and down.
She laughed at her friend, “Have a little dignity.”
“Pffft,” said Elise. “Who needs dignity? I need a man. Or maybe a werewolf man.” She pretended to swoon.
The day was bright, filled with the musical sounds of wind chimes ringing in the breeze, like a fanfare announcing the arrival of the young wolves looking for brides. Lessie tried but failed to calm the surge of nerves. Elise was the catalyst that pushed her control over the edge. Her emotions had broken free and were not taking either advice or direction, as was clear by the goose bumps that had risen all over her body. Even the air felt like it was filled with magic.
Their society had been burdened with a generation of young women of marriageable age, and no male counterparts to marry. Likewise, so they’d been told, there was a world with a population of young eligible werewolf males without females to wed and, supposedly, they were even more eager to meet. The Conscriptor had stressed the word “eager” in a way that made some of the girls giggle and exchange bright-eyed looks of delight. Others were more outwardly reserved, even if they were just as titillated by the suggestive inference.
As recently as a fortnight before, the young ladies had never heard of werewolves. The description of their species was a little horrifying at first, but desperation overrode choosiness and they decided they were willing to take a look. By the time the day of arrival came, all reservations had melted into a breathless anticipation.
Lessie wore a yellow dress that complemented her auburn-streaked hair and light brown eyes. Set against the bright sunshine of the morning, the color almost made her appear to glow, as if she was walking surrounded by a halo.
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