Shifters Hallows Eve

by Lori King

  She and I had an open invitation to Sunday dinner at her parents’ house, and we both went, every Sunday. She’d found a non-denominational church in town she felt fit her needs, and her parents had gone with her to it, once. They didn’t exactly approve, but they didn’t disapprove, so it seemed to be working out for all of them.

  However, this Saturday, we’d be married in her parents’ church by the pastor who’d been over her since she was a small child. It was important to her, so I was good with it.

  My family went to church maybe four or five times a year when I was growing up. I was exposed to religion without it being pushed down my throat, but I hadn’t been back inside a church since I’d been bitten and turned. Not because I turned my back on it, but because I’d only gone when my parents had taken me, and they were no longer around to take me.

  Destiny and I’d had hours and hours of conversation about faith, religion, spirituality, and God. We tried to make it work with what we know of the supernatural world, but I couldn’t get permission to tell her about the gods of old who still occasionally walk among us, so there were some things I couldn’t tell her.

  None of that really mattered, though. She uses her beliefs as a foundation for her morals, but not as a club to beat people over the head with.

  And I love every inch of her, and wouldn’t want her any other way.

  Much to my surprise, Destiny’s become good friends with Tippy, a little deer-shifter mated with one of the RTMC wolves. Nix was out of town at a big biker thing, and Tippy had planned to stay home alone from the beginning because she doesn’t do well in raucous crowds. My little Destiny planned to stay at Tippy’s place for the two nights before the wedding, and then she’d live with me after the wedding — with her parents’ blessing.

  Or, as close to a blessing as I’m ever likely to get from her dad, anyway. I’m not sure he exactly likes me, but I think he’s relieved to have her married off.

  I lost my parents, though, and I know how important it is to have them around. Nathan’s been like a father to me, and I appreciate him more than I’ll ever be able to tell him, but I still miss my parents.

  So, I’ll do whatever I can to facilitate a good relationship between Destiny and her family. Even if it means biting my tongue around them a whole helluva lot.

  * * *

  Destiny

  I have one year of college under my belt, and I’ve yet to make my first B. Every grade has been an A, but I’ve had to work my ass off to make it happen.

  One of my professors arranged for me to practice with a special session of the Atlanta Symphony a few weeks ago, and I’ve since been invited to audition for a seat. It’s only a two-hour drive, and the opportunity to play with them is incredible. If I’m not selected, the experience has given me the courage to audition for the Chattanooga Symphony in the fall.

  So many directions my life can go, but right now I’m focused on starting my life with Zeke. He had the bedroom on the other side of the bathroom turned into a closet for me, even though I don’t have anywhere near enough clothes to fill it. He says I will, eventually, but I don’t see it. Still, it was a nice gesture.

  We’ve moved my things from storage to his house over the past weeks, but I didn’t have that much. Still, it’s nice to see my things mixed with his on the mantle in the living room. He’s also taken more pictures of me than is reasonable, and has about a dozen of them around the house. I don’t really mind, though, because each picture reminds me of a fun day with him — rock climbing, or paddleboarding, or even the time I convinced him to take me to the beach for spring break and we went snorkeling.

  There are people who say they never completely got over their first love, and people who say you need to date around to get an idea of what you want. I say, if you’re never going to get over your first love, and he treats you good and the two of you are great together… what’s the big deal about dating around?

  I’m glad we’ve had time to date without living together. I think it was important for me to have my own place — even if it was just a dorm and not an apartment.

  But now? I’m ready to spend the rest of my life with this man.

  13

  Destiny

  Zeke and I hadn’t had sex for two weeks before the wedding. It wasn’t really planned, but I was on my period, and then we were so busy with the final wedding plans, and he’s been working long hours in preparation for being gone for a month. When we finally started fooling around earlier this week, I mentioned it might be good to hold off until our honeymoon, just to make it a little more special.

  He’d given me a mock glare, but had smiled to let me know he’d indulge me.

  So now we were walking up the sidewalk of a rented vacation home on a little island off the Maine coast. He said I’d liked the beach, and he’d hated the heat, so this was where we were going. I got the smell of the ocean and the sound of the waves lapping the shore, and he got temperatures in the seventies.

  None of that mattered, though, because I’m not a virgin anymore and sex with Zeke has turned into one adventure after another.

  Aaron flew us to Maine on his private jet, and Zeke had arranged for a boat to take us to the island. Still, even though we hadn’t had to deal with commercial transportation, it’d been a long day when we finally arrived.

  I know Zeke, though, and I wasn’t about to let him pull the “You’re tired, let me help you get to sleep,” thing. I may be human and fragile compared to a shifter, but I’m not a baby, and this was my wedding night.

  And it’d been sixteen days!

  Much to my surprise, though, he brought our suitcases in, set them in the bedroom, and then met me on the deck where I was listening to the waves crash on the rocks below. I could see a little of the waves as they turned white in the dark, but it was overcast and pretty dark.

  Zeke surprised me by wrapping his arms around me from behind and saying, “You have entirely too many clothes on, wife.”

  I leaned back, into him, and said, “I don’t have any underwear on under my skirt.”

  His vocal cords changed enough for me to hear a bit of a low roar as his chest rumbled behind me, and the next thing I knew, I was bent over the balcony, my long skirt over my back, and he was entering me from behind.

  This was the rough, coarse, wild man with a lion inside, and I loved it when he took me like this. I knew he’d make love to me later, and I’d enjoy that, too.

  But this? The rough, raw, animal side of him? Goodness, but I went out of my mind with pleasure when he entered me with no preamble, no warning, no finesse. One minute we were standing, cuddled like an ordinary couple, and the next he was inside me, moving fast and hard.

  Twice, I haven’t wanted him to be rough with me, and both times he stopped before the head of his cock pressed inside. He knows by my smell whether I’m good with it or not. He’s never going to do anything I don’t want, and I love that he can get physical and demanding and know it’s okay. My body and psyche were damaged the night he met me, but I was whole again — in large part because of the way he’d shown me how great sex can be with the right person.

  And this was the perfect way to consummate our marriage. He loves having sex outdoors but it’d taken me a while to be okay with it. I mean, sure, there’s a huge privacy fence around his pool, but what if someone heard?

  He’d installed speakers and played movies with people running, or fighting, or doing other things to mask any orgasm noises I made, and then had made excellent use of the diving board.

  I was hooked. There’s nothing quite like looking into the night sky as you orgasm, and tonight, when he brought me to a screaming, pulsing, out-of-control orgasm, I knew my noises were covered not only because no other houses were near, but also because of the sound of the ocean crashing onto the rocks below us.

  Tonight, he apparently was okay with me being tired, because as soon as the orgasm faded, he had me undressed and inside as he told me, “That was one. I’m going to make you or
gasm nonstop until morning, and then maybe I’ll let you take a nap.”

  I wrapped my arms and legs around him and accepted him inside me once again as I moaned in bliss. I knew he’d make it good, and I’d never mind anything this man wanted to do to me.

  The End

  About the Author

  Candace Blevins lives with her husband of eighteen years and their two daughters. When not working or driving kids all over the place she can be found reading, writing, meditating, or swimming.

  Candace writes BDSM Romance, Urban Fantasy, and Paranormal Romance, and is currently writing a Motorcycle Club series.

  Her Safeword Series gives us characters who happen to have some extreme kinks. Relationships can be difficult enough without throwing power exchange into the mix, and her books show characters who care enough about each other to fight to make the relationship work. Each book in the Safeword series highlights a couple with a different BDSM issue to resolve.

  Her urban fantasy series, Only Human, gives us a world where weredragons, werewolves, werelions, three different species of vampires, as well as a variety of other mythological beings exist.

  Candace's two paranormal romance series, The Chattanooga Supernaturals and The Rolling Thunder Motorcycle Club, are both sister series to the Only Human series, and give some secondary characters their happily ever after.

  You can visit Candace on the web at candaceblevins.com and feel free to friend her on Facebook at facebook.com/candacesblevins and Goodreads at goodreads.com/CandaceBlevins. You can also join facebook.com/groups/CandacesKinksters to get sneak peeks into what she's writing now, images that inspire her, and the occasional juicy excerpt.

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  Also by Candace Blevins

  If you enjoyed Hallowed Destiny, you may also like the other books set in the same universe, though in different series.

  Chattanooga Supernaturals series, paranormal romance:

  The Dragon King (Aaron Drake’s story, and the first time we meet Duke and Brain)

  Riding the Storm (Kendra and Eric’s story)

  Acceptable Risk (Bethany, Ranger, Mac, and Jonathan’s story)

  Careful What You Ask For

  Hallowed Destiny – Forged by Darkness

  Only Human series, urban fantasy

  Only Human

  An Unhuman Journey

  Unhuman Acts

  Rolling Thunder Motorcycle Series

  Duke

  Brain

  Bash Volume I

  Bash Volume II

  Bash Volume III

  Horse

  Gonzo (where we first meet Britches/Briana)

  Nix

  Ghost

  Dark Erotica Shorts from the world of The Chattanooga Supernaturals

  Pride (A short story featuring The Lion King)

  Indentured Freedom: Owned by the Vampire

  The Safeword series, intense BDSM contemporary romance

  Safeword Rainbow

  Safeword: Davenport

  Safewords: Davenport and Chiffon

  Safeword: Quinacridone

  Safeword: Matte (Sam and Ethan Levi’s story, we first meet Frisco and Cassie)

  Safeword: Matte – In Training

  No Safeword: Matte – The Honeymoon

  No Safeword: Matte – Happily Ever After

  Safeword: Arabesque (Frisco, Cassie, Abbot, and Cam’s story)

  Safeword: Mayday (TBA)

  Check out other books by Candace Blevins at candaceblevins.com.