Call of the Lycan Trilogy Bundle

by Pillow Michelle M.

  Natasha wanted to speak, wanted to tell him all about herself, but now wasn’t the time. He pressed his body along hers, rubbing it up and down. His thick arousal settled between the cheeks of her ass, as he pressed her tight against the wall. The hard shower wall kept her trapped, but Roark managed to slip his hands between it and her breasts. He massaged them, taking the full globes in his hands, letting the rougher texture of his wet palms move over her nipples. His hands explored her, commanding her flesh as he boldly touched wherever he desired. She was surrounded by him—his tight body to her back, his hands on her front. He rocked his hips to her, growling in pleasure as he kissed the back of her neck.

  “Mmm,” Natasha moaned, shivering in excitement and anticipation.

  He bit her shoulder, but not hard enough to break the skin. His dangerous fangs skimmed her flesh as if any moment he’d bear down and drink her blood. Leaning back, she reached behind her head to try and touch him. It was of little use. Roark had complete control of her body and she could only take the pleasure he gave her.

  Animalistic sounds of possession came from him, vibrating against her. “I want to bury myself deep inside you.”

  Natasha nodded weakly, closing her eyes as his hand slid between her thighs from behind. She trembled in anticipation. He took his cock in hand and wiggled the tip around her folds to find entrance. Grabbing her leg, he pulled her knee up, opening her body wide as he let the tip probe just inside her pussy.

  Her body was wet, more than ready. She wanted him. Her hips bucked in offering and he chuckled hotly next to her ear. “Soon, love, soon.”

  Slowly, he thrust up, filling her pussy as he slid to the hilt inside her. Plunging a few times, he lubed himself before slipping back to the tight rosette entrance of her ass. With so much control that it drove her mad, he pushed into her tight passage, filling her body by small, agonizing degrees. Nerves jumped along her spine, spreading warmth and delight throughout her frame.

  Her eyes rolled back in her head and she gasped for air. The shower hit her, caressing like millions of fingers, heightening the pleasure. His thick cock stretched her wide, prying her ass open. She felt so full, her ass burning in pleasure. Seating himself to the hilt, he paused, letting her body adjust to him. Natasha gasped for breath as gratification radiated over her.

  “Ah, a thaisce.” Roark groaned. Holding her up with ease, he moved inside her ass. He licked and teased her neck as his hips pulled back only to thrust in shallow strokes. His hands grabbed hers, pressing them to the wall as he held her down before him. Her leg slid down, squeezing his cock tight between her ass cheeks.

  “Ah, Roark,” she moaned. “Roark.”

  At her words, he thrust harder, faster. She screamed in mindless pleasure, feeling warmth in the pit of her stomach. It was power, an old familiar power she hadn’t felt for a long time. Her breasts tingled, so alive, so achy with passion. Her pussy clenched as he worked back and forth in her ass.

  Natasha was glad that the wall held her up, as her legs weakened. She started to shake, jerking violently as Roark grunted wildly. His long dark hair stuck to her flesh, mingling with her own. He stroked up, hitting hard into her tight passage.

  “A thaisce, a thaisce,” he groaned in her ear, over and over as if punctuating each thrust with those words. “A thaisce.”

  He rocked himself into her with a violent force, conquering her entire depths. The pleasure built inside her body. She was close, so close. Slipping his hand between her and the wall, he tweaked her clit, rubbing it in tight circles. Natasha’s whole body went rigid as she instantly came. Growling, Roark fucked her faster, harder, deeper, seating himself until he had no more to give.

  Her body convulsed around his hard shaft as the strong force of her orgasm hit her and tears came to her eyes from the pure intensity of the moment. Roark stiffened, as he jerked his cum into her ass. They stood frozen in time, her body helpless against the wall as he kept his cock buried deep inside her.

  Natasha tingled from head to toe, partly because of the intense pleasure of release and partly due to the old feeling of magic in her limbs. The first time they came together, she’d held back. But had knowing his secret, knowing he was supernatural, made her lose her hold on her feelings? As reason dawned on her, she wiggled to be free.

  How could the magic be back? How, unless…?

  The shower stopped running, the water freezing in mid-air, not like ice, just stopped in time. Silence surrounded them. She felt Roark moving behind her, as if looking around in confusion. Natasha didn’t move.

  “Bravo, cousin.” The deeply amused voice was punctuated by slow clapping.

  Natasha gasped. Roark jerked out of her ass and turned toward the shower door, trying to put his body protectively between her and the intruder.

  “Roark, don’t,” she whispered, touching his arm as he threatened to shift. She smoothed down the hair that rose on his skin, evidence of his oncoming change. Roark’s eyes glowed as they glanced back at her, their yellow orbs terrifying. “Dem, don’t! Get out of here.”

  “You know him?” Roark demanded, his voice gravelly.

  “Natasha, as you wish,” her cousin said. “I’ll just wait in the other room. But you’d better hurry, the family isn’t too far behind me.”

  Suddenly, the shower started again as if it had never stopped. Roark gave the showerhead a passing glance but turned back to study her.

  “Natasha?” Roark asked, a frown marring his brow as he looked her up and down.

  Natasha followed his gaze. Her skin glittered, shining as if covered by tiny crystals, and she was pale, almost blue in color. Her magic was back, full force. She felt it surging to be freed from her body, but she reeled it in.

  “I can explain,” she whispered. The shower was still running, and she lifted her hand to shut it off without touching anything but air.

  Roark pushed behind him, opening the door. “What’s going on? What are you?”

  “I’m a farfadet. I was under a spell, a curse of sorts that made me human.” Natasha pushed past him to get out of the shower. Looking frantically over the floor, she said, “I was supposed to marry this man and I didn’t want to. Since I was the only female, my defiance to find any husband, to even look for one, angered the elders and they banished me to be and live as a human until I was ready to comply. They said if I was going to fumble my way through such things I very well should be mortal.

  “At first I was mad, but after finding the freedom of being human to be quite satisfactory, I avoided all things magic. Please don’t be mad that I didn’t tell you right after I found out you were a lycan. It’s just you were touching me and I couldn’t think straight. I was going to let you know afterward, only there wasn’t time because—” She caught her reflection in the mirror. Her eyes had widened slightly and her ears pointed. Touching her face, she shook her head. “Oh, no, I’m changing back.”

  “Back to what?” Roark asked carefully, slower to come out of the shower. “A farfadet?”

  “Yes, my magic form,” she said absently, grabbing a discarded T-shirt off the floor. Frowning, she shook it and it was instantly clean and pressed. She slipped it on. When she pulled her head through the neck hole, her hands were slightly webbed and her nails had grown longer. “Oh, no. No. I thought I was free from all this.”

  “Natasha?” Roark hesitated, looking her over. Crouching slightly, she stared at him, her stomach pulling in toward her spine. He came to her and she winced. “Shhh. It’s all right, a thaisce.”

  “You don’t understand. I’ve done something.” She shook her head.

  “What? What have you done? Whatever it is, I can help. My father is king of the O’Connell clan. He has influence among the magical creatures. He’s well respected and I myself have some weight.”

  “You don’t understand what I’ve done,” she repeated.

  “What? What have you done? Murder? What crime did you commit to get cursed?”

  “No, not to curse me,” she bega
n, wanting to explain.

  “What?”

  “She’s married,” came a voice from the doorway.

  Natasha looked up at her father. It had been years since she’d seen him and her first impulse was to hug him. Then, remembering the last time they met, she held back. They had not parted on good terms. In fact, it was that fight that had turned her human.

  “Button,” her father said, a sudden smile broke out over his face.

  “Father,” she whispered. “But you hate using your powers to come to this dimension. What are you doing here? Now? In this time?”

  The man turned to Roark, but her lover was too busy staring at her.

  “You’re married?” Roark asked.

  “My son.” Her father beamed, holding his arms wide for Roark.

  If she thought seeing her turn into magical form had put a look of shock on his face, having her father call him “son” knocked him senseless.

  “Natasha?” Roark asked after a long, awkward silence. He didn’t move to touch her father’s outstretched hands. “What is he talking about?”

  “I’m sorry,” she whispered. “I should’ve known they were coming back the second I saw you, but it’s been so long since I’ve used them. I thought it was merely attraction. I held them at bay the first time, but just now when I discovered what you were I let loose of my control and my powers came back when we were… When we were in the middle of… When we were having…”

  “Sex,” her father supplied nonchalantly.

  Natasha made a weak noise. She’d been human for a long time and that included developing some human insecurities her kind normally didn’t have—including talking openly about sex in front of her father.

  “Father, please,” Natasha begged. “You’re not helping.”

  “Sorry, Button.” He smiled wider. He turned, holding his arms opened to the side.

  “Father, this…” She motioned around. “This is awkward. Please, could we have a moment? I need to explain.”

  Her father dropped his arms, frowning at Roark. “You reject her?”

  “What?” Roark asked.

  “It’s quite simple,” the farfadet elder said. “Did you bind yourself to my daughter?”

  “What? No, sir, no. I didn’t touch her like that,” he swore.

  Natasha gasped, her mouth falling open. How could he so readily deny what was between them? When she felt it more surely than anything else in her life?

  “Natasha?” her father asked, no longer happy.

  “He didn’t do it,” she said. “His kind bites.” She turned to Roark. “Is that right?”

  Roark nodded. “Yes, and we also require an elder’s blessing.”

  “He didn’t bite me, Father.” Natasha slowly walked to her father. “It was all me.”

  “I see,” her father said. He lifted his hand and cupped her cheek, tears filling his eyes. “I’ve only just now found you only to lose you again. Come. We must prepare.”

  “Nat—”

  Natasha glanced over her shoulder as Roark’s voice was cut off. His image blurred as her father carried her body away from the lycan’s home. She saw him charge forward to grab for her. It was too late. The last image she saw of him was his body transforming into lycan as he dove through air.

  Chapter Six

  Roark breathed heavily, looking at his brother in disbelief as he crashed through the now empty bedroom ready to fight. Desperate, he’d called to him using his mind as the man had taken Natasha from him.

  “Shit, what was that?” James demanded. “These little blue and green creatures started buzzing all over the living room like hell-spawned demons—jumping on my head, breaking everything they touched. And then, bam! They were gone and everything was exactly as it was before they came.”

  “Farfadets,” Roark said quietly.

  “Farfadets? What are they doing in the mortal world? They usually stay with their own kind. It’s said they hide in history’s pages and can’t be found unless one can travel through time to find them.”

  “James, they took her,” Roark said quietly. Just saying the words out loud made a terrible pain rip through his guts.

  They took her.

  They took Natasha.

  They took the woman he loved.

  “You love her,” James said softly, as if reading his heart.

  “Yes, I love her.” With the acknowledgement came the bittersweet feeling of hopelessness. Why had he hesitated? When Natasha’s father asked him if he was married to her, he didn’t lie, did he? He felt connected to her, more than he’d ever been connected to anyone. Did she claim him? Is that what she’d been trying to tell him?

  “Who came then?”

  “Her father?”

  “Whose? The etiquette lady’s?”

  “Yeah, Natasha’s father, the farfadet.” Roark knew his answers were mindless, stunned whispers, but he couldn’t concentrate. He stared around his room, as if by sheer will he could get her back. His body was tense, half-shifted and naked, but he didn’t care. Blood pumped in his veins, filling him with desperation and anger.

  “She didn’t smell like a farfadet,” James said thoughtfully.

  “I didn’t get the whole story, but apparently, she refused to marry and was turned human as punishment. Somehow, being with me broke the spell, or the curse, or whatever it is that was done to her.”

  “And I thought the lycan laws were tough.” James shook his head, swearing lightly. “You know, it’s odd, but first Ian and his cursed mermaid and now you and your cursed farfadet.”

  Roark frowned. “This is completely different.”

  “How? Ceana loves Ian and she was a cursed mermaid.”

  “Exactly, Ceana loves Ian and Ian loves Ceana.”

  “Oh, so you don’t think she loves you?” James’ expression was so pained, Roark had to turn his back.

  “I don’t know. We didn’t discuss it. There wasn’t time. We were in the shower and I felt her all around me and inside me like an explosion. It wasn’t like the times before when we came together. It was more powerful, all-consuming. It left me weak and slow to react. Then, she started changing, shifting into one of them. Suddenly, her cousin was there in my bathroom, then her father, and—”

  “Ugh, a family affair it seems,” James said.

  Roark arched a brow.

  “Sorry, bad joke.”

  “I couldn’t think and then suddenly, he’s asking me if I mated her to me.”

  “Did you?”

  “No. I wanted to. Truthfully, I’ve wanted to since the first moment I saw her standing at my front door. She doesn’t have to say anything and I already feel as if I know everything about her. But I resisted. I didn’t bite her. I always said I’d never mate to a woman without her permission. It just doesn’t seem right.”

  “I agree. Besides, you have to get an elder’s permission for it to be binding.”

  “Then Natasha said something about it being all her. That I didn’t do it.” Roark growled in frustration, running his hands through his long hair and pulling at it before letting go.

  “This is touching to watch, but I haven’t time to wait all day for you to figure it out, lycan.”

  Roark turned toward the bed and snarled, recognizing the voice as her cousin Dem. The farfadet looked almost human but for his light blue eyes, an impossibly clear shade for a mortal, and the light sparkling of navy blue skin on the sides of his eyes. Long blond hair hung from a ponytail on the top of his head, some of the strands crimped and others braided. His long silver tunic looked straight out of the Middle Ages, with a fantasy movie twist.

  “What did you do with her?” Roark demanded, lurching forward.

  Dem laughed, disappearing before Roark ever touched him. He reappeared next to James, winking audaciously at the man before disappearing again. Roark held still, breathing hard as his gaze darted around the room.

  “Quite finished?” Dem asked.

  “Where is she?” Roark demanded.

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�I never thought my little cousin would go for one such as yourself. Lycans are very… What’s the word? Neanderthal?” Dem smiled.

  “You’re one to talk, Twinkle Toes,” James mumbled.

  “Be nice,” Dem ordered James. “Or I won’t tell you what will happen to my cousin now that her new husband has rejected her.”

  “Husband?” Roark demanded, stepping between the two. Looking at Dem, he held up his hand, gesturing him to take it easy. “She really made me her husband?”

  “Lot of good it did her. Sure, she got her powers back, only to be sacrificed because of your rejection.”

  “Sacrificed?” Roark and James said it at the same time. Feeling as if he’d been stabbed in the heart, Roark whispered, “She’s dead?”

  “What? I said, only to be sacrificed, didn’t I? So sorry, old chap, I meant set to be sacrificed. Tomorrow. At dawn to be precise. Very poetic, isn’t it? Sacrifices at dawn? There’s a certain archaic quality to it. Ah, but what can you do?” Dem glided forward within a blink and patted Roark’s shoulders. “Her parents are of the old ways. They believe mating is forever and if they can’t be with their mate, then it’s better to be dead. Not too many hard-core magics out there anymore, are there? Nope, they’re a dying breed all right. Huh, kind of like my cousin.”

  It took all of Roark’s control not to pummel the annoying man, though he did want to. “Where is she?”

  His voice was hoarse and he shook violently. He vaguely heard James telling him through their telepathic link that farfadets were known for causing mischief.

  “The question you should ask is, where will she be at dawn?”

  “Come on, Roark, let’s go find the lycan elders. They’ll be more help to you than this fairy.” James reached to a nearby box, grabbing out a shirt only to toss it at his naked brother.

  “Whoa, wait,” Dem said in a rush before quickly finding his arrogant nonchalance once more. “You said you loved her. Well, if that is true, then she’ll be here,” Dem swiped his hand through the air, showing an image of a rocky coastline.