Blood Law
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A HARD WAVE of down-and-dirty primal desire crashed through Falon. Her body thrummed, her pussy creamed, her breasts swelled.
She wanted Rafael’s beast within. He pulled out of her and roughly turned her over onto all fours. When he mounted her, he nipped her neck, holding on to her slick skin. Falon’s thighs quivered in anticipation. Just as he fully penetrated her, she felt his body shift. Falon gasped at the sensation and followed his lead.
The animal aspect of their mating was nothing like Falon expected. It was more, it was less, it was basic, primal, and simplistic. There was no courting, no sweet words of encouragement, no soft caresses. But they didn’t need any of that. Stripped down, raw, they mated. There was no other word to describe the way Rafael’s wolf cleaved to her she-wolf. It was just as profound, and as much a part of them as their human side.
Just as their mating reached a fevered pitch, Rafael shifted. Falon growled, and breathlessly she followed him.
Rafe pulled out from her. “No! Rafael, stay, stay!” she screamed. Her pussy was on fire. Her need for him inside of her was so acute she could not see. Only feel. He grabbed her hips roughly and flipped her over onto the soft loamy ground. She lay splayed on her back, her thighs parted, her body undulating wildly out of control.
She looked up into Rafael’s stormy face. His eyes blazed, his chest heaved, his glistening red cock jutted arrogantly toward her. He crawled over her, his cock and balls hanging heavy between his legs. Falon grabbed him, reveling in the power of his sex. She raised her hips and guided him into her. He thrust high inside her, his heavy balls slapping against her ass. “Rafa,” she cried.
He thrust harder. Deeper. “Is that what you wanted, Falon? To know what it was like?”
Unable to speak, she could only nod.
“Was it all that you expected?”
“Yes,” she gasped.
“Do you want me to shift, to feel my beast inside of your woman?”
The suggestion of such a thing was so taboo, her cheeks flushed. He thrust again. Falon shook her head. “I want you like this.” If this was the last time they would be together, she wanted to remember the man she fell in love with. She raised her knees higher, giving him more access to her.
“Let go, Falon. Let go like you have never let go before.”
She ached at the realization that he mirrored her own fear that this could be their last time together. Falon obeyed her alpha. “I love you, Rafael. I love you with every breath I take.”
He gathered her up into his arms and claimed her lips with a deep, soul-scorching kiss. Falon wrapped her arms around his neck, holding him so close their heartbeats thudded in perfect harmony. As one their passion spiraled up and out of control, then released them both at the same time, for the hard, earth-shattering drop into sexual oblivion.
For nearly an hour, they lay on their backs, their bodies steaming, their breaths unable to stabilize, and their yearning for the other no more quenched than when they ran up the mountain hours ago. It would never be quenched, Falon realized.
Rafael rolled over and kissed her forehead, her eyelids, her nose, and finally her mouth. “It’s time to return, my love.”
Falon closed her eyes. “I don’t want to go back there.”
He laughed, though there was not much joy in it. “We must.” He stood and hoisted her up.
They began the return home, hand in hand, and despite the great wolf sex and human sex, nothing had changed Falon’s mind. If anything, she was more determined. “Rafael, my way will work.”
He let out a long breath. “I could not live with myself if you succumb to Lucien’s vengeance.”
She stopped and faced him. She placed her hands on either side of his face, holding him a captive audience. “Have faith in my abilities and determination, Rafa. I swear it—we will be together on the eve of the rising. It is our destiny.”
Finally, she saw him waver. She pushed for victory. “I will not live without you if I don’t have to.” She nipped his chin. “Believe it and be it. It will happen.”
“You are asking me to give my sanction to murder my brother because though I swore to accept the verdict, you won’t.”
“Not murder, Rafe. I have no part in your blood feud. My only crime is being in the wrong place at the wrong time that night at Del’s. Do not underestimate me. I will defend myself. I will kill before I am killed.”
He nodded in understanding, though she knew it cost him to acquiesce. He would never forgive himself if she didn’t survive. So she would have to see that she did. She smiled and hugged him. “Now, let’s hope this is all for naught.”
Dawn came too swiftly. As they had at dusk, everyone converged in the great room.
Rafael watched the council’s faces for a “tell” as they filed in. They refused to look at him or any of his pack. Trepidation shivered along his spine and with it, the beast roused. Falon was oddly quiet, reserved. He was anxious. Lucien stood across the room from him, his gaze locked on the council. The council refused to look at him as well.
As the elders sat, Maleek remained standing. The room was tombstone quiet. He looked across the room, his eyes settling first on Rafael then Falon then on Lucien. “Lucien Mondragon, Rafael Vulkasin, and Falon Vulkasin, please approach the dais.”
Hand in hand, Rafael and Falon approached as did Lucien to their left. Rafael between his brother and his woman.
Maleek opened a leather scroll. “After careful consideration of all the facts presented here, the council has come to a verdict.”
Everyone in the room held their breath. Maleek looked at Falon. “Before I render our decision, understand that while you, Falon Vulkasin, have proven to be an invaluable asset to the Lycan nation, it had no bearing on our verdict. Our verdict was based on the facts presented and what would be fair and righteous considering the impasse we find ourselves in the midst of.”
He cleared his throat and read, “It is the decision of this council that Falon Vulkasin’s life be spared.” Cheers erupted around them. Lucien snarled.
Falon gasped, clasping Rafael’s hands. Joy exploded in Rafael’s chest. It hit him with the velocity of a fist. He could scarcely breathe, he was so overcome.
“The council could not determine if Lucien’s chosen one was in fact a Slayer, but Rafael believed she was. Although he cannot prove it, Rafael Vulkasin is a Lycan reputed for his honesty, and with such a reputation, the council gives him the benefit of the doubt.”
Falon’s body shook with excitement beside him. Rafael wanted to pick her up in his arms and dance.
“However, Lucien Mondragon’s claim cannot be ignored. Therefore, the council grants Lucien full blood rights to Falon Vulkasin with the understanding she is not to be harmed in any way, and if she is, Rafael has the right to avenge her.”
Shocked gasps rent the air. Rafael stood stunned, unable to comprehend what he just heard. As the verdict registered, in that one moment in time, his heart shattered, and all hope for his future crashed and burned.
Falon’s fingers dug into his hands; her body shook violently.
“Lucien Mondragon, if you choose not to accept Falon Vulkasin as your chosen one, then she is free to remain with Rafael.”
Lucien looked as stunned as the rest of them.
“Do, you, Lucien Mondragon, understand that if you choose to take Falon Vulkasin as your own chosen one, in so doing you agree to give her all the rights due an alpha’s true mate?”
Lucien turned his bright golden eyes on Falon. His face remained impassive. But when his gaze rested on his brother, his lips quirked. He turned back to the council, then hoarsely said, “I do.”
Then all hell broke loose.
The End
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