by M. L. Briers
“Bite…” she demanded, and that caused his beast to rush to the forefront, caused his fangs to elongate, and made his heart leap about within his chest as if he was a pup again.
“Mark,” he growled against her ear.
He wasn’t going to rush her into anything, and they hadn’t talked yet about bonding.
“I’m too old to play coy,” she sounded so damn breathless as she dipped her head and shocked the hell out of him one more time when she placed her blunt teeth against his skin and bit down.
His wolf took that damn personally. The beast was chaffing at the bit to bite, to claim her forever as theirs.
His mate was feisty and fiery, and she knew just what she wanted and wasn’t afraid to take it. That was the biggest thrill that he’d ever encountered in his life to date.
Randy bit out a curse or two as his hips moved faster, and the sound of damp flesh against damp flesh sent him almost as wild as the feeling of her inner muscles locking up around his cock.
He found the place on her shoulder where he needed to place his bonding mark, and the instant that she cried out with the release that took her away from him, so he bit down into her flesh.
His razor sharp fangs pierced her skin, and his wolf roared within him like the beast had never roared in its life before.
He reached into her very soul and joined it with his.
His mate.
His one true love.
His forever.
Randy tasted her blood as it flowed over his tongue, and then he released his fangs from her skin. His tongue ran over his mark, sealing it into her flesh, and trying to keep a semblance of sanity as his need rushed through him like a tsunami.
He wanted more. He needed to find his own release.
Rocking back onto his knees with his mate still in his arms, he took her wilder, faster, and harder than he had ever dreamed possible.
Pamela rode with him all the way – climbing right back up to the top of the abyss – the friction of his cock inside of her making her reach for that brass ring once more.
He could hear her biting out curses, and he loved the sound of her being so out of control. It just made him all the wilder.
His body was so damn close that he could practically taste the release on his tongue.
Every muscle burned and strained inside of him. Every sinew felt as if it would snap as he held on for his mate’s release, and when it came with the hard clench and release of her inner muscles around his cock, her body suckled his seed from deep within his balls.
His head strained back on his neck, and a growl that started within his chest turned into one hell of a howl by the time it reached the air.
Over and over, he buried his cock as deep inside of her as he could and gave her everything that he had to give.
His passion felt unending, clawing inside of him until, finally, he was done, exhausted, and he folded her against his body and took her gently down to the mattress, keeping her close, and protectively wrapping his body around hers.
That was when he heard what sounded like an echo of his own mating howl shake the walls of the Inn.
“I guess we’re both staying,” Pamela said in hushed tones as her head rested against his shoulder.
“I wasn’t worried,” Randy said with a smirk on his lips.
“You wanna go strut your stuff and preen yourself like a peacock too?” she giggled back at him.
“Sure, I could do that,” he grinned. “When I get some damn feeling back in my legs.”
CHAPTER TWENTY FOUR
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“Don’t you dare,” Dorothy said, eyeing Angela as if she’d gone and lost her damn mind.
“What?” Angela said with a shrug. “It worked so well the first time around.”
“Are you freaking kidding me?” Dorothy bit out, narrowing her eyes on her friend before she zapped her a good one that made the woman jump in her seat.
“Oh, you want to play the zapping game,” Angela didn’t waste any time in zapping her friend right back.
“Ouch, witch!” Dorothy bit out, wrinkling up her wrinkles as she scowled back with something of a death glare.
“You look like a pug,” Angela snorted a chuckle.
“You look like the back end of a baboon, but did I say anything?”
“Ok, now what are we squabbling about today?” Sarah asked, and noted the way that Angela’s hand shot out and slapped the top of the laptop shut.
“Need you ask?” Dorothy bit out.
“I was just doing a little online shopping,” Angela said as she offered her friend the pointy end of her elbow and was grateful to hear the sound of the air being expelled from her lungs when it hit home.
“That’s…” Dorothy pressed her lips together and screwed up her face again.
“Oh look, Sarah,” Angela exclaimed. “Dorothy is doing her pug impression for you.”
“Take that back,” Dorothy bit out.
“Will not,” Angela snorted her contempt for that suggestion.
“If you invite me inside I’ll tell you what these two are up to now,” Chloe said from her perch on the railing behind the elder witches. Both women snapped their heads around to glare at her.“Surprise, witches, maybe that should be with a B.”
“Stealthy little…” Angela muttered, biting down on her need to zap the vampire.
“Stop doing that,” Dorothy berated Chloe with a steely gaze.
“Can’t,” Chloe shrugged. “Comes with the cloak of being a vampire.”
“Put a damn cow bell on her,” Angela bit out.
“I know exactly what they were up to…” Sarah announced, and Dorothy rushed to swallow down a little of her tongue.
“It wasn’t me,” the eldest witch offered back.
“It wasn’t me,” Angela said, mimicking her friend.
“You put another ad up, didn’t you?” Sarah said as she eyed Angela and tossed her hands onto her hips.
Dorothy looked anywhere but at anybody else, and Angela sucked her lower lips into her mouth and considered her reply.
“If I say yes…?” Angela finally asked.
“Meh, it worked well the last time,” Sarah said with a wave of one hand and a small shrug.
“That’s what I said,” Angela tossed up her hand.
“But…?” Dorothy scowled from one to the other and back again.
“See, you just need a little faith,” Angela smirked at her friend.
“Or Sarah just needs her brains checked,” Dorothy muttered.
“What brains?” Chloe asked, and the next moment she was face down against the dirt from a magical blast that had tossed her right off the railing.
“I like your style,” Angela grinned at Sarah.
“I have a little problem with it,” Chloe bit out.
The vampire pushed up to her feet and placed her hands on her hips.
“I have magic,” Sarah warned her,
“I have speed and fangs,” Chloe sang back to her niece.
“I have a nice spot all picked out to bury you in,” Sarah warned her, and the two elders were tossing their heads from side to side like they were watching a tennis match.
“If I kill you, then I get my Inn back,” Chloe chimed up.
“If I die unexpectedly it goes to the pack,” Sarah informed her, and Chloe’s lower jaw fell downwards as she gasped in disbelief.
“You wouldn’t…”
“Already have,” Sarah shot back.
“It’s my Inn,” Chloe bit out.
“Hate to tell you, but you’re dead.” Sarah shrugged.
“I’m going to kill you,” Chloe put one foot in front of the other and Monty was in front of her in a heartbeat.
“Now, love…you don’t want to go getting your bloodlust up, do you?” Monty asked.
“Yes,” she snapped back.
“Damn shame,” Sarah said, all bright and breezy. “And I was just going to invite you in.”
Chloe looked horrified. Monty winced a
s his mate let out the kind of high pitched squeal that they both regretted when it hit their vampire super-hearing.
“Ouch,” he grumbled.
“You…witch!” Chloe spat out.
“Takes one to know one,” Sarah grinned back. Then she turned on her heels and headed for the back door. “I’ll give it another month and see if you can behave.” She called out over her shoulder.
“Let me…” Chloe went to move, but Monty had already placed her in a vice grip, death lock, and he was holding on for dear life as she struggled to get free.
“Hey, you’re getting weaker,” Monty said, and Chloe snapped her eyes towards him with a glare that froze him to the spot. “Trust me; it’s a good thing.” He rushed out.
Then he felt the knee to his balls and life as he knew it ceased to exist as the pain tore through him.
“Trust me, that’s a good thing,” Chloe snapped back as she watched her mate crumple to the ground before she turned sharply on her heels and stormed away.
“I guess vampires don’t like smart asses any more than witches do,” Dorothy said.
“Well, she was a witch before she was a vampire,” Angela offered back.
“Very true,” Dorothy nodded as Monty gasped, sputtered, and rolled around in the dirt holding his balls.
“Cup of tea?” Angela asked him, and he shot her a death glare of pure disbelief.
“A nice cup of tea is always good for what ails you,” Dorothy said to him, and he grunted.
“I don’t think that applies to a knee in the goodies,” Angela said with a shake of her head.
“Maybe not, but I’ll put the kettle on anyway while he’s busy holding his balls,” Dorothy said, pushing up to her feet and turning to look down at Monty. “I said…I'll put the kettle on.” She shouted at him, and he groaned.
“It’s his balls, Dorothy, not his hearing,” Angela said, and Dorothy waved it away as she tottered off towards the house.
“Biscuit?” Angela asked, and Monty grunted again. “Too soon?” He nodded on another grunt. “You’re a vampire; you’ll be fine.”
“Tell that to my balls,” he bit out. “If you can find them.”
“Not even if my damn life depended on it,” Angela said, and Monty grunted out a chuckle.
The End.