“You smell so good,” he heaved. “Your sweet moans make me so hungry.”
Ivy ground against him. They both groaned. Her core heated at the delicious friction. He lunged to take her mouth. Their tongues teased and played, driving her arousal to a fever pitch.
Desperate, Ivy broke apart. They were both breathing heavily. Ezekiel’s eyes were pure wolf. Ivy’s core heated at the sight. She needed more.
She grabbed the bottom of her shirt and ripped it over her head. Ezekiel’s pupils expanded until his eyes were nearly black. They became lidded as they took her in.
“Bed,” Ivy panted.
Ezekiel wrapped an arm around her ass and lifted her up as he stood. He marched them into her room. He practically tossed her onto the bed. Ivy squealed and laughed.
Ezekiel gave her a wolfish grin. He tore his shirt off. Ivy clenched at the sight. His chest was a wide expanse of perfect skin.
She scrambled to her knees, needing to touch him. Her hands traced his pecs. This close, Ivy could see thin white scars. Mad with lust, Ivy’s tongue flicked out to taste them.
Ezekiel’s entire frame shuttered as she licked his feverish skin. Emboldened, she lavished every scar she could reach. He almost purred as he thrust against her.
She felt his hands reach between them. She heard the distinct sound of a buckle coming undone. When she heard his zipper, she leaned back to watch.
He didn’t tease. He tore his jeans off and kicked them across the room.
Ivy bit her lip as she watched his cock bounce against his stomach. She couldn’t take her eyes off of his curved length. The fire red head leaked precum as she watched. Almost out of instinct, she licked her lips. All she wanted was to lick it, taste him. When she reached out to grip him Ezekiel stepped back with a shake of his head.
“Your turn,” he commanded.
Ivy gave him a wicked smile. She reached behind her back and undid her bra. Ezekiel’s eyes flared as it fell away. She cupped her breasts.
Ivy smirked. She pinched one nipple between her thumb and finger. The sting had her groaning. She shook her head to clear some of the lust.
“Tease,” he accused.
Slowly, she laid back against her pillows. She flicked the button on her jeans. She hooked her fingers under her panties and started sliding her clothes down her hips. Ezekiel followed her every move. She bent her knees obscuring his view as she pulled her jeans free.
Ezekiel stared at her legs. She could feel the need radiating off of him. Painfully slow, Ivy opened her legs.
Ezekiel’s chest worked like bellows. He sucked in air but didn’t come closer. He gripped his cock and gave it one, slow stroke.
She sat up. Ivy’s hand dropped to her pussy without thought. Her fingers found her clit unerringly. Needing more, she traced her entrance feeling her wetness seeping out. She soaked her fingers in her arousal then began circling her clit.
Ezekiel’s hand pumped up and down his length. His pace was steady. Ivy watched, fascinated.
His eyes met hers. “Are you sure you want to do this? We can wait.”
She shook her head. “We’ve been patient enough. I want you, Zeke.”
He climbed onto her bed. Ivy fell back watching his cock bounce side to side as he crawled towards her. Ezekiel knelt between her legs. He leaned down and kissed her.
This kiss was hungry. He nibbled and bit. She growled, needing it.
Ezekiel dropped to her breasts. His massive hands covered her small breasts entirely. The heat enveloped her. He squeezed them and groaned. His tongue flicked out and tasted her nipple. Ivy moaned, pressing herself into his mouth. Ezekiel bit down, drawing a hiss from her. He released her with a wet pop.
Ivy thrust against him. His hard length slid between her folds. He growled and ground into her harder. The head of his cock teasing her sensitive slit. She felt her pussy pulse slightly as he continued to slide his shaft across her entrance.
“Please,” she begged.
“Please what?” He growled.
“Please, fuck me,” Ivy panted.
Ezekiel sat back. He gripped his cock, a hungry look in his eyes. “You soaked me.” He reached out and circled her entrance. “You are so wet.”
Ivy could only whimper, needing more. She sat up on her elbows wanting to watch. Ezekiel fisted himself and stroked up and down his length. He pressed the head of his cock into her center and stilled.
Ivy lifted her hips desperate to have him inside of her. His head entered and suddenly, she was full. His cock was impossibly hot. She felt it sear every inch of her. Her body stretched to fit him.
“So full, so hot,” she kept repeating over and over again.
“You’re so tight,” came Ezekiel’s strangled growl. His fingers squeezed her hips bruising her. She loved it. “I gotta move, baby. Are you ready?”
“Fuck me,” she demanded thrusting up.
Ezekiel snarled softly at the movement. His eyes lit with fire and he bent over her with a growl. His hips drove forward brutally. Ivy’s eyes went wide feeling him slam home. He drew back, his heat leaving her wanting. Ezekiel fucked her over and over again. All she could do was whimper and scratch.
“Touch yourself,” he snarled into her ear.
Her hand snaked between their sweaty bodies. She furiously circled her clit, pleasure burning every inch of her core.
“More,” she gasped.
“More?” He grinned. “Good.” He gripped her thighs and lifted. She could feel him maneuver her body into the perfect position.
Ivy’s scream ended on a choked groan as his cock went even deeper. Ezekiel flashed his teeth and drove down into her pussy.
Ezekiel’s cock sent sparks up her spine. It felt like tiny orgasm every time he buried himself to the hilt. Ivy bit down on her fist trying to muddle her screams.
Ezekiel pulled her hand out of her mouth. “Don’t you dare be quiet,” he roared, his voice inhumanly deep. “I’ve waited too long to hear you scream. I want to hear every mewl and cry.”
“Feels so good, Zeke,” Ivy purred. Sweat rolled down her face. “Won’t last.”
“Perfect, I want to see you cum.”
His hand batted hers away. He pressed a thumb to her clit brutally at the same instant he surged forward, hitting her back wall. Ivy’s eyes went wide. An orgasm had her entire body clenching and shivering. Her eyes screwed shut as a cry of pleasure ripped out of her.
“Fuck,” he cursed, “your pussy is choking me,” Ezekiel ground against her. His thrusts became manic, desperate. He fell onto her, squeezing her still shaking body to him. He thrust one last time, snarling in her ear.
Ivy felt him cum inside of her. She felt his cock pulse as hot cum forged its way inside of her. His orgasm rocked aftershocks through her body. Ezekiel shook, eyes shut tightly.
“Fuck,” he whispered.
Ivy’s mouth hung open, no noise coming out. Her body quivered, Ezekiel slumping against her. She wrapped her arms around him, loving the weight of his body.
They laid together long enough that the sweat started to dry, making her shiver.
“Wow,” she sighed.
“You can say that again.” Ezekiel kissed her softly. He leaned back. His eyes went soft as he took in every inch of her face. “I loved everything about that,” then he smiled wickedly, “but next time we’re taking our time.”
Ivy laughed, “Definitely.”
Ezekiel helped her out of bed. He smirked at her hair. “You look properly fucked.”
“I feel it.” She took in their filthy bodies. “We might want to clean up.”
“And open a window. No way to hide this from a shifter’s nose but that doesn’t mean we have to rub them in it.” He joked.
“Oh goddess,” she groaned, “your sister. She’s going to know we had sex.”
Ezekiel shrugged. “Not many secrets between shifters. Cassidy will give me and Ra some shit. You should be fine though.”
Ivy could already feel a lethal case of embarrassm
ent coming on. “Go get the shower started. I’ll try and remember a cleaning spell.” Hopefully, something that would clear the air too.
Ezekiel winked and kissed her on the cheek. She snuck a look at him and saw that he wasn’t soft. Ivy watched his ass as he walked away. It was hard to look away.
“Animal,” she whispered.
He chuckled.
She started stripping the bed while she tried to remember the cleaning spell her mom had taught her. She knew it involved a broom and a really annoying rhythm. She grabbed the broom as she threw the sheets into the wash.
“Clean this room, you silly broom. From dusty corner to…” she drifted off trying to recall the exact invocation. “That’s not it.” Absently, she began sweeping. “What was that rhythm?”
Clean this room, busy broom. From ceiling to floor, make it shine like before. The words floated through the air quieter than a whisper. They breathed into her ear like a ghostly sigh.
Ivy stopped, broom in hand. She whipped around but the room was empty. Her heart beat wildly.
That was her mother’s spell. She had not remembered it. The words had literately come to her out of thin air. Ivy began throwing open her closet door, then she dove under the bed, and pulled out every drawer in her wardrobe. She was alone.
Then she ran to the kitchen and ripped the lapis off of the hook it had been drying on. She skidded back into the room brandishing like a sword. The stone stayed warm.
“The showers hot,” Ezekiel cried from the bathroom.
“Be right there,” she called back, not taking her eyes off of the bedroom.
She took a deep breath and shook her head. She was going crazy. After the week she’d had, she wasn’t too surprised. Ivy sighed. She was just glad she had remembered the spell.
She began sweeping in circular motions and repeating the spell three times. “Clean this room, busy broom. From ceiling to floor, make it shine like before.”
After the third time, the broom lifted out of her hand. The sheets rose and fitted themselves over the bed. Their clothing floated off the ground and into the laundry basket. Ivy nodded and went to hop in the shower.
They were standing in the kitchen when Ezekiel heard Ezra pull up. He glanced at Ivy. She was pulling together a salad to go with the pizza they had ordered. She kept buzzing around the apartment full of nervous energy. The afterglow hadn’t stuck around past their shower.
He smirked. He could understand why she was nervous. She was meeting their sister for the first time. Normally, he might be nervous about Cassidy meeting Ivy but nothing could touch his good mood.
For the first time in forever, Ezekiel was at peace. His mate wanted him, they were back together, and his wolf was content. Nothing could change that: not McDowell showing up, not a Coven of crazy witches, not even Ezra’s sour mood.
His smile grew wider. Ezra wasn’t the type to get jealous about Ezekiel and Ivy having sex. He might pout though. Ezekiel was kind of excited to see it.
“They’re here,” he warned Ivy.
She squashed the tomato she was dicing. “Oh, great!” She said with forced cheerfulness. “I’ll just make sure we have enough plates. You can answer the door.” With that she ducked into the pantry, pointedly letting him take charge.
Ezekiel grabbed her hand and pulled her towards the door. They heard a knock just as they stopped. Ivy didn’t move.
“Go on,” he whispered, “open the door.”
She took a deep breath and opened it. Ezra and Cassidy mirrored them. Ezra had a firm hand on Cassidy’s shoulder keeping her in front of him. Where Ivy had a big, plastered on smile, Cassidy looked unsure. Ezekiel nudged Ivy.
She jolted. “Hi! Welcome, come in!” She stepped aside to give them room.
Cassidy took four awkward steps inside then stopped. Ezra rolled his eyes but swept Ivy into a quick hug. His eyes shot to Ezekiel’s over her shoulder. He knew what Ezra was scenting. He gave a small nod. Ezra squeezed Ivy one last time before stepping back.
He gestured to their sister. “Ivy, this is Cassidy. Cassidy, this is Ivy.”
Ivy’s smile widened and she stuck a hand out. “Nice to,” she faltered for a heartbeat, “see you.”
Cassidy have her a limp hand shake, “Yeah, same.”
Both brothers shot Cassidy a look. She usually had better manners than that.
Ezra cleared his throat, “Thanks for letting us stay here.”
Ivy brushed him off, “No problem. Mi casa es su casa and all that.”
The conversation lulled into an awkward silence. Ezekiel decided to take charge. “How about I help Ezra bring in the bags and pizza. Then we can eat.” Both women nodded. Ezekiel grabbed Ezra and headed out.
“Take your time!” Ivy called before the door shut.
Ezra turned on him, “What happened?”
“I’m not one to kiss and tell,” he joked.
Ezra growled, “No need to tell, your scent is all over her, dumbass. I was asking how the conversation went. The whole ‘You’re our mate’ part?”
Ezekiel got busy pulling bags out of the truck. “Oh, that. Well, I didn’t tell her that she was our destined mate. I told her that I loved her and that she’s our heart. I told her we wanted to build a strong mate bond with her. That seemed like the important part to me.”
Ezra messed up his hair. “Well, it’s a start. At least you were honest about that.” He gave Ezekiel a hopeful look. “I’m guessing things went well if you both…” he gestured towards Ezekiel.
He smiled. “Yeah, I didn’t expect that to happen. I’m pretty sure we’re back together but you need to talk to her, one on one. Make sure you and her are on the same page.”
Ezra grabbed the pizzas and shut the truck’s door. “You’re ‘pretty sure’ we’re back together? Good lord, Ezekiel, you didn’t hammer that little detail out before you jumped into bed?”
He gave his brother a sheepish smile, “Hey, when that woman starts kissing you, you tell me how detail oriented you are.”
Ezra snorted. When they got near Ivy’s door, he heard a muffled, “Shh, they’re back,” from Cassidy. Ezra gave him a suspicious look. They walked in cautiously. Ivy was standing in the kitchen pretending to cut the smashed tomato. Cassidy was staring at her phone.
Ivy looked up; the same fake smile painted on her face that she was wearing earlier. “Oh, you guys are back. You can put the bags down for now. Are you ready to eat?”
“Sure,” they both answered.
Ezra put the pizzas on the breakfast bar while Ezekiel put their bags in the hallway.
Cassidy stood up and grabbed a stack of plates from Ivy. “Do you want to eat at the table?”
Ivy shrugged, “I figured we could load up our plates and eat in the living room. I don’t know about you, but I could use a movie night.”
Cassidy nodded in agreement and went to help put out the salad fixings.
Ezekiel’s mouth dropped open. Cassidy was a good kid. It was like a night and day difference from when they walked in. She had relaxed. Ivy wasn’t being as awkward anymore. On the other hand, he was confused by the quick turnaround.
Ezra was eyeing them suspiciously. Ezekiel signaled to his brother. Don’t look a gifted horse in the mouth he hissed almost silently. If they were getting along, he wasn’t going to screw that up.
They dished up and went to the living room. Cassidy folded herself onto the only arm chair. Ivy took one corner of the couch. Instead of fighting Ezra to sit next to Ivy, he sat down on the floor next to her.
“What are you guys in the mood for?” Ivy held up the remote.
Cassidy shrugged, “Evie was raving about this horror movie she saw last week.”
Ivy hummed around a bite of pizza. “Can I raincheck any horror movies? I’ve had enough scary encounters for the week.” Cassidy snorted but didn’t say anything else.
Ezekiel gestured for the remote, “I’ll find something.”
“So, Cassidy, I heard you’re going to Winter Formal.
Do you have a dress?” Ivy asked.
Cassidy lifted a shoulder in perfect teenage disinterest. “Carol wants to go to Spokane and get something from the mall there, but I don’t know. It’s just Winter Formal, not prom or anything.”
“You know, Anne has a lot of cute dresses. I bet she would love helping you pick out the perfect outfit,” Ivy suggested.
Cassidy shifted uncomfortably, “A lot of girls from school go there.”
“And you don’t want to wear the same dress as someone else. That happened at my senior prom. I totally get it,” she nodded sagely. “You know, she’s got a lot of small designers she orders from. Honestly, she would love to help find something unique. One of a kind.”
Cassidy’s eyes lit up. She looked at Ezra and Ezekiel, excited.
Ezra chewed his pizza not saying anything for a while. “No micro minis.”
Ivy looked shocked, “I’m surprised you know that’s what they’re called.”
“Who do you think takes her shopping?” He asked around another bite of pizza.
Ivy’s eyes went soft. “Aw.” She turned to Cassidy. “They’re insufferable to take dress shopping, aren’t they?”
Cassidy groaned, “You can’t even begin to imagine. I tried to get something with a slit up the leg once. They practically marched me out of the store.”
Ivy laughed. Cassidy joined her. Ezra pretended to growl but his smile ruined the effect. Ezekiel sat back and enjoyed it all.
They managed to polish off all of the pizza. The comedy he found wasn’t half bad, but he didn’t pay much attention. His hand had found Ivy’s leg and he spent most of the movie relaxed to the point of falling asleep. It was perfect.
Ivy shifted, dislodging his hand. Cassidy sat up, stretching. Ezra started putting away dishes. Ezekiel worked a kink out of his neck.
Ezra came back into the living room and sat down. Cassidy and Ezekiel sat up straighter. They recognized that face. He was about to have a family meeting. Ivy shifted so she faced him.
He looked at Cassidy first. “I told you a little bit about what is going on.”
She nodded once, suddenly very serious, “There are witches in Black Bird.” She glanced at Ivy before amending, “Bad witches.”
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