The Wolf and His Earth Goddess

by Maia Dylan

  The cafe door rang to signal that someone had walked in. From the sudden flush of color in Fiona’s cheeks and her pulse jumping in her neck, Casey knew it was Cole. Casey couldn’t help but notice the serious attraction vibes that had been bouncing between Cole and Fiona, but from what Micah had told her, Cole hadn’t recognized her as his mate. If he had, the snap of the bond connecting would have dropped him to his knees.

  “How was the shopping?” Cole asked as he threw himself down on Fiona’s side of the booth.

  “Good, we should be all set for tomorrow,” Casey answered because Fiona seemed to be too busy ignoring Cole and trying to avoid accidently brushing up against him.

  “What about you, Red? You get what you need?” Cole stared intently at Fiona and even Casey felt the temperature in the room climb a little.

  “I have absolutely everything I need, thanks.” Fiona smiled sweetly at him, but her eyes were flashing.

  “Having everything you need is a big statement. It’s been my experience that there’s always something I can usually help a woman with.” Cole’s grin bordered on wicked. Showing that she could hold her own, Fiona crossed her arms and leaned onto them as she placed them on the table. The move pushed her breasts up, giving her cleavage even Casey couldn’t help admiring. She made a mental note of the move to use on Micah at some stage.

  “That may be the case, given your no doubt vast experience.” Fiona gave him a droll look that said she was less than impressed with whatever experience he may have. “But I don’t see a damn thing that you might be able to help me with that I can’t get from someone else. Preferably someone who doesn’t think he’s God’s gift to the female gender.” Cole’s eyes narrowed and Casey suddenly felt like she needed to be somewhere else.

  Just then the door opened once more and Casey didn’t even have to look up to know her wolf had just walked in the door. “Oh thank God!” Micah sat down next to her, threw his arm around her, and pulled her closer. “I was just thinking about faking my own death or potentially a heart attack or something to get these two to stop bickering with each other.”

  Casey turned her head up to her mate, smiling into his laughing eyes. “My poor baby, is my annoying little brother being his usual pain-in-the-ass self?” Casey ignored the stuttering denial coming from the opposite side of the table. She lifted her face for his kiss, knowing it was coming.

  “Ewww, I gotta agree with Ryan, you two are sickening! Micah’s eyes are flashing all blue and you just got this ‘I love you, take me now’ look on your face.” Fiona rolled her eyes.

  Micah placed a gentle kiss against her lips. Her heart leaped as it always did when he kissed her. “You guys about done with your retail therapy? I’m thinking it’s about time to head on home. I’ve got a hankering for—”

  “Oh hell, no dude! I don’t want or need to hear about your hankerings. You’re as bad as Mom and Dad for fuck’s sake!” Cole waved his hands in front of him and then rammed two fingers in his ears. “La la la la la! I can’t hear you!”

  Casey and Fiona both looked at him and started laughing. Micah simply rolled his eyes, obviously having seen this before. “I was going to say steak, but now that he’s gone and done that, and it used to drive me crazy as a kid because the little shit can do it for hours.” Micah slid his hand over Casey’s cheek and turned her so he could gaze into her eyes. “I’ll say…you. Flat on the kitchen table with my cock buried to the hilt in your pussy.” Casey grinned, totally onboard with both of those plans.

  Fiona groaned. “Goddamn it! I heard that and now my ears are bleeding. You can’t unhear that shit!” Fiona punched Cole in the shoulder until he stopped acting like a five-year-old, stood up, and let her out of the booth.

  “Awww, Red? You don’t look happy. You should have blocked their love shit out, it’s the only way.” Cole shuffled out of the booth and grinned in Casey’s direction.

  “I know! You could have warned me before you reverted to a child and practically dared him to gross me out,” Fiona mumbled as she stood, her eyes twinkling with mirth, which told Casey she wasn’t nearly as put out as she was pretending to be. “And now, Casey, you’ve got me agreeing with Mr. Massive Ego here! I hope you are both happy!”

  “Not yet.” Casey shot her a wink then turned to her mate. “But with that plan I will be.” Casey let Micah pull her out of the booth and they both followed Fiona and Cole to the front of the café, where both complained loudly about people who were entirely to open about their sex life and why did they have to be connected or related to people who had no filters. Fiona added that she had to live in this town with everyone knowing their sexual exploits.

  Casey grinned as she listened, her heart warming as the two finally found something in common that had them bonding as friends. Granted, it was at her expense, but if it brought Fiona happiness and better yet, a greater chance of coming together as a unit to solve this prophecy, then she was all for it. Casey hadn’t missed Fiona talking about the fact that she had to live in this town. Looked like Freedom Springs had just acquired two new town members!

  * * * *

  Micah walked Casey backward into the house after leaving Fiona with Cole to drop off at the new house. His arms were wrapped tightly around Casey’s back and his lips were nibbling playfully along her jaw. He was practically carrying her, but she didn’t seem to mind, tilting her head to give him more access to her neck. They had been together for a month and it was difficult on his wolf not to just claim her and be done with it, but he knew that there was more to it than just a claiming. He didn’t know what but he knew there was a reason why they had met when they did, and why he was her mate and helping her on this journey, so as hard as it was on him and his wolf they held back.

  “You want that steak now,” Casey murmured gently on a moan as he grazed his teeth along the sensitive side of her neck.

  “Nope, no steak, we’ll grab a sandwich later. I want something else for dinner.” Micah rolled his hips against her so that she could feel his erection. He was sure that she knew exactly what he was referring to but just in case, he didn’t want any misunderstanding. And from the way she whimpered and perfumed the air with the spicy scent of her arousal, she was good with that as well.

  He moved her into the dining room. “You weren’t kidding about the dining table, huh?” Casey teased as he stood her beside the large oak dining table.

  “Baby, when it comes to you, and more importantly getting inside of you, I would never joke.” He grabbed the hem of her T-shirt and drew it up and over her head, moaning when he saw her breasts encased in a lacy, black demi-bra. “Shit, Casey, if I’d known you had this on underneath, we would never have left the damn house let alone gone shopping.” He ran his fingers around the cups, sliding his fingers inside to flick her nipples, loving when she arched her back and thrust her breasts against his fingers.

  “Mmmm. God, I love the feel of your skin on mine,” she breathed and then gave him a sexy smile that had his dick twitching. “You should see the thong that goes with this bra—it’s positively indecent.” Micah’s eyes widened at just the thought, and then he dived for the button of her jeans, stripping her out of the jeans until she was standing in front of him in nothing but the bra and panty set that had him growling. The thong had string ties on the side and just a small triangle of fabric at the front.

  “Fuck, baby, you look so damn hot. Are you wet for me, honey? I bet you are.” Micah’s breath came faster and he felt his dick press against the zipper of his own jeans. He slid the panties down her smooth legs and left them there on the floor. He lifted his hand to slide his fingers over the lips of her pussy, making her gasp, groaning when he found them drenched in her cream. “Yeah, baby, you are wet for me, so damn wet.”

  He placed his hands on her waist and lifted her onto the table’s surface. Then he spread her knees as wide as they would go on the table so that she was spread open to him. His gaze feasted on her pink flesh, loving the fact that she squirmed as if her were
actually touching her. He loved knowing that he was turning her on by just watching her. Then he couldn’t hold back any longer and pressed his mouth to her pussy, swallowing her rich, sweet cream as it flowed out from her. He heard her keening as she leaned back and pressed her hips forward, driving her pussy into his mouth.

  He ran his tongue around the lips of her pussy, before sucking them into his mouth. Then he plunged his tongue as deep as it would go, reveling in her yelp of pleasure and at the shaking that had started in her inner thighs. Knowing he wasn’t going to be able to hold off for long, he swirled his tongue up and over her clit, driving her crazy with the tight circles and flicks he gave her that he knew she couldn’t resist. This time proved no different, and she lifted her hips off the table as she flew. “Oh, fuck. Micah!” Hearing her screaming his name had him breathing hard. She collapsed back on the table, still shivering as aftershocks rocked her body.

  Micah climbed to his feet, looking her in the eyes as he wiped her cream from his chin and sucked his finger into his mouth, not wanting to waste a single drop. Then he stripped his clothes off as fast as he could. When he went to step between her thighs, hell-bent on getting inside her, she sat up and stopped him with a palm to his chest. “What about me? I’m hungry too you know.” She leaned forward and nibbled on his earlobe, making him shudder. Fuck, if she wanted to eat dinner now he just might die. Physically curl into a ball and die. His cock was so damn hard, it was almost painful.

  Then she winked at him with a grin, spun around so that she had her back to him, and then lay back so that her head hung off the end of the table. Micah lost all ability to think. Hell he was barely breathing when he comprehended what his mate had in mind. Then she wrapped her hand round him and drew him into her mouth. “Jesus Christ!” He watched as her throat worked as she sucked him in and then she pushed against his thigh so that he pulled back.

  Realizing that she wanted him to pulse his hips gently into her mouth, he complied and damn near bit his tongue when she moaned and then reached her hand down her own body to play with her clit. Sucking him off was turning her on! “Goddamn it, baby, how did I get so damn lucky!” He watched her stroke herself, learning how she liked to have her clit played with. Alternating between hard and fast rubbing and then tapping it with her finger. He kept up the gentle thrusts of his hips and she continued to suck him.

  “Damn, baby, it’s too fucking much. You mouth…oh god, your body spread out before me…and…agh! Your finger rubbing your sweet clit! I’m gonna come, baby, fuck yeah I’m coming! Fuuuuccckkk! Ugn!” He came so hard he felt like the back of his head had just blown off. He roared her name, holding still so as not to hurt her, loving the fact that she stayed with him, licking and sucking him until he was spent. Legs shaking, he gripped the sides of the table beside her.

  He watched as she came on her own fingers, shuddering and moaning around his deflating cock, which twitched, tempted back to life watching her glistening fingers suddenly fall away from her pulsing pussy. He grabbed her wrist so she didn’t lose any of that cream and then spun her around so that she was sitting on the table with him standing between her thighs. He held her sated and satisfied gaze as he sucked her fingers into his mouth and licked them clean. She moaned and bit her bottom lip. His dick twitched and hardened.

  Pulling her fingers from his mouth with a pop, he pressed his forehead against hers. “I don’t think you realize how fucking hot you are. How damn sexy I think you are, and how thoroughly you destroy me when you let me have you.” Micah heard rasp in his voice. Her smile melted his heart.

  “Yeah, I think I do.” She lifted her arms to wrap around his shoulders. “I let you have me so often and in so many delicious ways because of the way you destroy me.” She pressed a soft kiss to his lips. He stepped forward and the tip of his dick pressed against her entrance, making them both moan. He flexed his hips a couple of times and then slid into her with one thrust, balls tapping against her as he bottomed out, making them both moan.

  He started a slow, thorough thrust, nothing too fast, just a steady rhythm that had the pressure building. He watched her face as the pleasure built, reveling in the color that spread across her face and chest and the way her breathing hitched when he circled his hips against her clit. She lifted her legs to wrap them around his hips, pulling him forward, trying to get him to increase his rhythm. When he just grinned wickedly at her and kept the slow pace, she narrowed her eyes at him.

  Then he watched a similar wicked grin spread across her beautiful face, seconds before he felt her pussy ripple against him. “Shit!” She did it again, massaging him with her pussy, effectively driving him to move faster and harder against her. And he was too weak to resist her. He sped up, placing his hands beneath her ass to lift her into his thrusts. She leaned her head back forcing her pussy harder into his thrusts. Every damn time, she. Fucking. Destroyed. Him.

  She threw her head back, grinding against him, screaming her pleasure to the world, and dragging him into his own orgasm along the way. He roared her name again and held still, letting her take what she needed and filling her pussy with his cum. When he finally stopped pulsing within her and she had collapsed against him, he lowered them both so that they were lying on the table. He pressed his lips to her throat. “I can’t wait, baby.” She opened her eyes to look at him. “I can’t wait to have my claim on you, for everyone to know you’re mine. But you have to know that you have claimed me in every conceivable way without it. You know that, right?”

  “Yeah,” she whispered as she swept the hair from his forehead. “I know, baby, just as sure as I’ve been claimed by my wolf.” He grinned at that and his wolf preened. Then they had better get that damn prophecy out of the way. He wanted to claim his mate.

  Chapter 7

  The next morning dawned clear but crisp, almost as if it were paying homage to the cooler spring days behind them. Casey had found it impossible to sleep late, so she had dragged Micah up and out of bed as soon as dawn had broken. They were standing on the door of the old Bradford place that was now theirs, banging on the door at just after eight in the morning.

  “There had better be someone I care about outside that door bleeding from a mortal wound or needing immediate medical assistance, because it is a quarter past too fucking early in the morning and I am not amused!” Fiona was apparently not a morning person. “And just so we’re clear, there are very few people in this world that I give a shit about.”

  “Fiona, open the damn door!” Casey shouted, banging harder on the door. She made a mental note to take one of the spare keys.

  “Goddamn it, Casey! It’s the middle of the damn night, what in the hell are you doing here! Why aren’t you back at Micah’s getting your groove on?” The door rattled as Fiona unlocked it then swung it open. Fiona stood there wearing a pair of boxers and a tank top, with her hair sticking out all over the place. She looked about eighteen years old.

  “Fiona, it’s eight in the morning, and just so you know”—she winked at her as she and Micah walked past—“we did get our groove on and it was fantastic.” Casey wasn’t usually one to kiss and tell, but sometimes you just had to shut a girl down. And judging by her pout and envious look, girlfriend was jealous! “Now come on. Micah told me that the Devil’s Table is a good couple of hours walk into the park. And that’s after we drive in as far as we can. Ryan and Cole are on their way over so we can get started.”

  “Oh goodie, just what I need, more testosterone in my day without so much as a drop of caffeine in my system. Not the best mix.” Fiona walked over to the coffee pot, pouring herself a huge mug. “I could go postal at any stage and kill someone. Just saying.” As she took a huge slug of the coffee, the front door opened and Ryan and Cole walked in.

  “Morning team, great day for a walk in the forest!” Ryan obviously was a morning person, chipper and happy that the day had begun. He nudged Fiona out of the way and helped himself to a cup. “So, I’m guessing we’ll go in from the south and make our way d
own following the riverbed?” He and Micah started talking about the best way in and what to take.

  Casey watched as Fiona leaned against the kitchen counter, clutching her coffee cup like a lifeline, obviously still half-asleep. She was also completely oblivious to the fact that Cole couldn’t take his eyes off her. Damn, she felt singed just looking at the heat in his eyes as he raked them slowly up and down her body. Then he got this confused lost look on his face, spun on his heel, and stormed back into the living room.

  Casey followed him and watched as he stood at the large bay windows that looked out to the back yard. He let out a huge sigh and ran his hands through his hair, the picture of frustration. “So, little brother.” He froze when she spoke. Obviously so lost in his own thoughts that she had managed to sneak up on a wolf. “You want to tell me what’s got you wanting to tear your hair out?”

  Cole turned then leaned back to sit on the bench seat build into the wall beneath the window. He leaned his elbows on his knees and looked up at her. Casey caught her breath at the sad look on his face. “Nothing I can do a damn thing about, Casey, so it’s probably not worth talking about it.” He nodded to himself as if coming to a decision. “But there is something we do need to talk to Fiona about, and I’m not sure how she is going to take knowing that we can change into wolves.”

  Casey stood up straighter. She hadn’t thought about the fact that Fiona might not know about shifters. She thought about that for a moment. Cole was probably concerned that she wouldn’t accept something so different to what everyone else in the world would consider to be normal. But what he didn’t take into account was the fact that Fiona was an Elemental.

  For as long as she could remember, Casey had dreamed about Micah and his brothers. All of them in human and wolf form, and the tone of every single one had been of protection, safety, and love. She wouldn’t be surprised if the Winters brothers had been selected by Olwen herself as their protectors on this journey. That would mean Fiona would have seen them as well.