by Renee George
"What are you doing?"
Oh, sweet Goddess in a basket. I did not look away as my body reacted to the sight of his muscular chest and arms, and his thick shaft jutting from his groin.
He cleared his throat. “You're so magnificent. So beautiful,” he said.
I touched my mangled hair. "It must be love."
He pulled my shirt up over my head. "You have too many clothes on."
I do, I panted as he unsnapped my bra, my nipples instantly rigid. He dipped his head and tasted one. My legs began to shake beneath me.
"If you keep that up, I won't be able to stand." He was unbuttoning my jeans when he tasted the other nipple. "Oh, Goddess," I whispered.
Cas's heat thickened the air around me, making it hard to breathe. Or maybe it was my rapid pounding heart or the aching throb between my thighs that made breathing difficult. He looked up at me from my boobs, a sexy half-smile on his lips. The throbbing became more insistent.
"I'm going to come before you get my pants off."
"Don't worry, Princess," he said. "It will only be the first of many orgasms I have planned for you." He raised a brow and gently took my hand and rubbed it over his chest. My fingertips tingled sending multiple directed shocks straight up my arm and down to my lady parts. He pushed my pants down my legs, his mouth trailing kisses down my stomach to my groin. He licked me over my panties, and my knees buckled, but Cas wrapped his arms around my thighs and held me upright. He pulled my underwear off and slipped a finger past the folds of my wet heat.
"Goddess, Brita." He spread me with two fingers, his hot tongue rasping against the sensitive bud. "You taste as good as you smell."
I shook, hunched over his shoulder as the first sweep of ecstasy wracked my body. Cas stood up, not waiting for the orgasm to subside before lifting me to his waist and thrusting inside me. I could feel him as my climax rippled around him.
"I'm going to bite you, Princess," he said, sweat beading on his brow. "I'm going to bite you now." And he did. His teeth clamped down on my shoulder sending pulse after aching pulse of pleasure through every inch of my body. I cried out as my back scraped against a nearby tree, the contrast of pain to pleasure making me come again.
"Yes," Cas roared. As he flung his head back and emptied his love inside me.
He held me. I held him. And we didn't move until he softened and slipped out of me.
I giggled like a giddy school girl. "My mate," I said. "I like the ring of it."
"Then he better put a ring on it," my mom said. She was standing about twenty feet away with her hand over her eyes.
"Ack!" I hid behind my naked stud. "What are you doing here, mom?"
"Don't worry. I waited until you stopped making all those awful noises before approaching."
"I didn't." Simon sat at my mother's feet. "It was very educational. I'm fine by the way. Thanks for asking."
My mother picked him up from the ground. "Congratulations and all that. Oh, and Lukas wanted me to thank you for getting Shyla home safe. I think you might want to find a different place to sleep tonight. Oh, and I love you, and I'm proud of you, and you should bring Cas over for breakfast in the morning. I think your dad wants to talk to him."
"We'll be there, Mrs. Davis," Cas said.
I smacked his chest. "Don't talk to my mom while your naked." I craned my head around Cas to shoot daggers from my eyes at mom. "Go home. We will talk later."
"You know, Cas's butt reminds me of your father's. Very cute."
"I don't want to think about Dad's butt right now, ew, Mom."
She laughed. "Breakfast," she said as her parting words before transporting her and Simon out of the woods.
"Home's out of the question. I don't think either one of us wants to hear our siblings have sex or have them hear us."
"Agreed," Cas said. "My hotel room has a pretty comfortable bed."
"Oh, yeah?" I tugged his lower lip with my teeth. "Is it springy?"
"Keep that up, and we'll be going round two out in nature again."
I snapped my fingers from behind his neck and landed us outside Hibernation Hotel.
"My key is back in my car."
"What room?"
"Three twenty-one."
I snapped again, and we were inside the room. "Now show me what you got, big guy." And he did, over and over until we were both too exhausted to move.
Chapter Thirteen
Six months later...
"Hey, Mom. We're home," I said as Cas and I walked into my parent's house. I'd spent three months in the training program for team readiness, and three months as a probationary field agent on Monty's team. To celebrate, two major successes in which I was instrumental in taking down the bad guys, Monty had given the team a three-day holiday. I wanted to spend it with my family.
"Brit! Cas," mom exclaimed as she fast walked from the kitchen to the living room to meet us. "So glad you made it. And just in time." She gave Cas a meaningful look, and I swear she winked at him.
"What is going on?" I asked.
"Nothing. Absolutely nothing," she sang. "I've made lunch is all. Come out back. It's such a pretty day to eat on the patio."
I leaned in close to Cas. "Is it me, or is my mom getting weirder with age?"
He chuckled. "It's probably you."
"Hey, you're supposed to be on my side."
"I am always on your side," he said as we followed mom out the back door and into a backyard full of people, including Lukas, Shyla, Monty, Drag, and Time Bomb--the two newest members of our team--all the guys from the firehouse, and half the town.
"Why are there so many people here? Did I forget a birthday? My parent's anniversary?" It turned to look at Cas. He was kneeling on one knee. "What are you doing?"
"Brita Jean Davis. When I was fifteen years old, the prettiest girl I'd ever seen hexed the largest boil I'd ever seen onto my ass."
The gathered crowd laughed. I groaned. I was never going to live that one down.
"At that moment, I thought, one day, I'm going to marry that girl." He shook his head. "Not really. I mean, I thought you were super cute and smelled really nice, but I also thought you were crazy." More laughter.
"I'm about to show you a whole can of crazy," I muttered.
"Before I came back to Cauldron, I existed. I worked, I ate, I slept, and I would get up every day and repeat the cycle. But you make me live. My life is infinitely better with you by my side. You are my mate, and I love you, and that shit's forever."
"Such a romantic," I said.
A few more laughs.
He opened a ring box. Inside was a diamond ring, the band looked like a wand, and the diamond was set in a circular channel of diamonds that looked like a full moon.
"It's beautiful," I said.
He smiled. "Will you do me the honor of being my wife?"
The entire crowd grew silent enough to hear a cricket chirp. They waited. I smiled. And waited. Cas gave me a hurry-up look.
"Fine," I said. "Of course, I'll marry you." The crowd cheered. Mom and Shyla were wiping tears and blowing their noses.
Cas got up from his knee, put the ring on my finger, and kissed me in a way that made me wish the crowd would disappear. He pressed his lips to my ear. "Took you long enough to say yes."
"I said, yes, two weeks ago when you asked me after we took down the three warlocks performing sacrificial rights outside of Tucson."
"Your Mom has been begging me for the big gesture. I've had this planned for months with your family and work, but when I saw you drop kick that warlock in the balls, I couldn't wait."
I laughed. Really loudly. "You're terrible."
"Terribly lucky, you mean."
"Sure that," I said. My phone beeped along with Cas's, Monty's, Drag's, and Time Bombs. Monty was already on the phone give us the circle up gesture with his finger.
When he hung up, he said, "Sorry to cut this short, folks, but there's witch coven in New Mexico trying to raise a demon lord."
I smil
ed at Cas. "I love our life."
"Me too," he said. "Me too."
The End
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I am a USA Today Bestselling author who writes paranormal mysteries and romances because I love all things whodunit, Otherworldly, and weird. Also, I wish my pittie, the adorable Kona Princess Warrior, and my beagle, Josie the Incontinent Princess, could talk. Or at least be more like Scooby-Doo and help me unmask villains at the haunted house up the street.
When I'm not writing about mystery-solving werecougars or the adventures of a hapless psychic living among shapeshifters, I am preyed upon by stray kittens who end up living in my house because I can't say no to those sweet, furry faces. (Someone stop telling them where I live!)
I live in Mid-Missouri with my family and I spend my non-writing time doing really cool stuff...like watching TV and cleaning up dog poop
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Sometimes you ride the road to adventure and sometimes the road rides you, which is exactly how I’d felt as I sat up and picked ditch gravel from my elbow and tall grass from my hair. All I’d wanted was a girls’ weekend away from home, a sort of double bachelorette party for two of my friends who were both getting married soon. No guys, no kids, no restaurant.
But right now, as I cataloged the bumps and bruises, I only knew two things for certain: First, we were no longer in Reno, and second, Hell had a new name--Assjacket.
When human psychic Sunny Trimmel and her three best friends decide to go on a weekend getaway to Reno, they get away all right— into an alternate reality where cats talk, her Shifter friends are stuck in their animal forms, and they’re dumped into a rural hell known as Assjacket, West Virginia.
Thanks to a vengeful witch’s magic gone wrong, the girls are sucked into one of the most peculiar adventures they’ve ever had. People and landmarks are disappearing all over town. Sunny will have to rely on her faulty psychic visions, her friends, and the crazy townsfolk to solve the mystery—or they might never find their way home.
Suck it, Dorothy. Tornadoes have nothing on this twister of a tale.
Chapter One (Preview)
Somewhere I’m not supposed to be...
SOMETIME YOU RIDE the road to adventure and sometimes the road rides you, which is exactly how I felt as I sat up and picked ditch gravel from my elbow and tall grass from my hair. All I’d wanted was a girls’ weekend away from home, a sort of double bachelorette party for two of my friends who were both getting married soon. No guys, no kids, no restaurant. Co-owning a vegetarian restaurant in an all therianthrope town was no easy task.
Take getting paid, for instance. I’d gotten a check, finally, from the Tri-State Council, the head-mucky-mucks of therianthropes in Kansas, Missouri, and Arkansas, for the food we’d provided at last year’s Jubilee. Frankly, after the whole kidnapping-slash-serial killer debacle, I’d written off the idea of getting compensation.
Anyhow, Chavvah, my best friend who was also my husband’s sister, was getting married. And her honey, let me tell you, is a hunka-hunka-sweet ass man. Imagine Jason Mamoa with silver hair and silver eyes. In other words, fine. Very, very fine. My own guy, Babe, is not too shabby either, but this isn’t about me. It’s about Chav. I used the money to book a girl's weekend in Reno for me, Chav, and two other friends, Ruth Thompson and Willy Boden. Since Willy was getting married as well, at the time, it seemed like a win-win foursome.
But right now, as I cataloged the bumps and bruises, I only knew two things for certain: First, we were no longer in Reno, and second, Hell had a new location--Assjacket, West Virginia.
The last thing I remember before dying...
CHING, CHING, CHING, dinga-ding-ding sang the slot machines as we walked through the Harrah’s casino. I felt light-headed and dizzy, which probably had more to do with twenty hours of no sleep rather than the crisp cool air circulating in the place.
“I heard they pump oxygen into casinos here in Reno to keep people wide awake.” I yawned deeply, almost painfully. The extra oxygen trick wasn’t working on me. The only thing keeping me awake was my screaming feet. If I were less a lady, I’d kick off the heels and walk around in my stockinged feet.
Oh, who was I kidding? I was totally less of a lady. I took my shoes off and shoved them into my red hobo bag purse. It was huge but stylish, and it matched my outfit. Willy was the only one to grumble about getting dressed up but getting girly every once in a while, was good for the soul. Besides, she looked dynamite in her green pencil skirt and black silk blouse.
“That’s an urban legend about the oxygen,” Willy said, fluffing her mass of red curls. Willy was a were-bobcat who had recently moved to our small Ozark town.
“Willy’s right,” Chavvah said, which in my eyes was a complete betrayal.
I stared daggers at her. “What happened to having my back?”
“I've got your back, front, and sides.” Chav sucked in a deep breath through her nose. “But the evidence is in the air. All I detect is air-conditioning coolant, cologne, cigarette smoke, various kinds of booze, coffee, and the acrid aroma of desperation.”
Since she was half coyote-half wolf, I didn’t argue. Instead, I sniffed my armpits. My deodorant seemed to be holding up, but as the only human in the bunch, I was nose-blind compared to my compatriots. “You’d have one less thing to smell if you’d let me go back to the room to shower.” And sleep for eight hours straight, I wanted to add. I hadn’t had that kind of sleep since Jude was born, and now that we had a new baby, our little Dawn, sleep was a place that I rarely got to visit, and I knew in my heart I’d never live there.
“Oh, hell yes,” Chav exclaimed.
Awesome, she was going to parole me from this casino prison. “Thanks, babe. I appreciate—hey, where are you going?” Okay, parole was off the table.
Chav made a bee-line for a lit-up neon door that proclaimed to house Reno’s most highly sought-after psychic, Madame Jane Tennison.
“You have got to be kidding me,” I groaned.
“Finally.” Ruth, the fourth in our quartet, and a deer shifter and an even dearer friend clasped her hands together. “It’s something on my bucket list.”
“You’re not dying, Ruth,” Willy said. “You only get a bucket list if you’re dying.”
Ruth, who had the skin and facial features of a Disney princess, gave Willy a disappointed look. “If I was dying, I wouldn’t be spending my last precious days in Reno. Besides, it’s not that kind of bucket list.”
“Please, don’t make me,” I whined to anyone of my friends who would listen. “I’m the thirty-something mother of two, and I’m not as...sturdy built as you therianthropes. I need my sleep.”
Chavvah, who’d finally come back after reading a sign hanging on the door to Madame Tennison’s, harrumphed. Ruth an
d Willy both shook their heads.
“I have a bad feeling about this,” I complained.
“Did you get one of your visions?” Chav asked, clear concern on her face.
I thought about lying for a hot minute, but I couldn’t make the words cross my lips. While I was a bonified psychic, unlike Faker-McFakee my friends wanted to consult, I had not had a vision about the fortune teller. But I’d seen enough of her kind when I was growing up to make me sick. My New Age parents loved the idea of people who could talk to the dead. When I first started getting visions of my own, they jumped all over themselves to take credit. It’s no wonder I took the first bus out of commune-central when I turned eighteen.
I shook my head. “Fine.” I crossed my arms across my recently deflated boobs, down two bra sizes since weaning my youngest. “But under protest. Fortune tellers are nothing but charlatans and con artists.”
Willy snorted. “I can’t believe you are a non-believer.”
“I’m a psychic, not a circus act. Only a liar would say they can predict someone’s future accurately.” My visions tended to be unhelpful and ambiguous, and worse yet, I had no control over how or when they happened. To top it off, I was usually neck deep in doo-doo before I figured out what the hell they meant anyhow.
Ruth pointed half-way down a list she’d printed at home. “Madame Tennison is ranked number five as a must-see-attraction in Reno.”
“On a review written up by someone whose Twitter handle is @Antsyinmypantsy.” Willy laughed. “I don’t know if he or she is a credible source.”
Ruth covered the left side of her chest with her hand. “The heart wants what the heart wants, and I want to check out the Madame Jane Tennison. But since this is Chav and Willy’s bachelorette weekend, they should have the final word.”
“I’m in,” Willy said.
Chavvah nodded. “For sure. Me too.”
