FREY'S MATE (Shifters of the Bulgarian Bloodline Book 3)

by Dalia Wright

  “Have you been out walking long?”

  “Most of the day,” Mary admitted as they fell into stride. Thorn reached out for the reigns on his horse and led it along with them. “Is he yours?”

  “Yes. My prized possession, well except maybe my sword.”

  Mary’s heart skipped a beat. She’d forgotten for a second that he was a knight. That he had a sword- that he would have killed people. She took a deep breath, a sobering thought that allowed her to put some distance between her and this man. But when she turned to look at him her heart skipped a beat for an entirely different reason. His smile widened, and Mary found herself returning it.

  “I’ve had him since I was first knighted.”

  “Was that long ago?”

  Thorn shrugged, apparently unwilling to admit how long ago it had been.

  “Have you made many plans for your upcoming wedding?”

  This was not a change of topic that Mary enjoyed.

  “I… well, to be truthful I haven’t thought much about it at all.”

  Thorn laughed softly. “But most women have their weddings planned before they are even able to start looking for a suitor. Were you not like that.”

  “Of course I was,” Mary had always looked forward to being a wife. She’d always wanted a family of her own. “but I always thought I’d be married in a small church, wearing a dress that I had to sew, to a man who didn’t have much more than I did. Now…”

  “You could have anything you asked for on your wedding day,” he finished the sentence for her.

  “Yes, I could.”

  “So what is it you want?”

  Mary turned to Thorn, his green eyes lighting up as they locked on hers. Mary’s heart skipped a beat. You.

  She wasn’t sure what brought that response, after all she hardly knew him! Mary looked away. “I’m not sure,” she lied. “Are you married?”

  “No,” sadness laced his voice. “Not many women will marry a knight. A man doomed to die.”

  “Then they are fools. Everyone knows one man can die just as easily as the next. And to give up on a man like you just because of-”

  Mary stopped speaking, a blush burning her cheeks.

  A man like me?

  Thorn replayed her words over and over in his head. What did she mean by that?

  Was it possible that she found him worthy? Perhaps even desirable.

  Thorn’s heart raced as he thought about the kiss they had shared last night. Although he had known it was his fault he had not thought much of it, but she had not pushed him away. No, she had allowed him to kiss her- despite the fact that he was a knight. Nothing more than a fighter. Nothing compared to the man she was about to marry. Thorn felt his heart sink into the pit of his stomach. How could he have been so foolish?

  Even if it was just for a couple seconds, he should know that she would never pick a man like him over the man she was about to marry.

  She was just being kind, right?

  One way to find out.

  Thorn knew that what he was about to do was dangerous.

  He came to a stop, reaching out and grabbing Mary’s wrist. He pulled her to a stop as well.

  Mary’s heart did a backflip as she felt herself jerked to a stop. She was spun around, her eyes locked on Thorn.

  Her heart raced as she closed the distance between her, his lips touching hers softly.

  A moan escaped her before she even realized it. She pulled away, lifting her hands to her lips. She’d never felt this way before. A hot shiver ran down her spine, heat pooling in the pit of her stomach. “I…” she swallowed dryly, trying to process everything.

  Suddenly what little distance had been between them was gone. How? She didn’t realize the answer until she saw Thorn’s wide eyes staring at her. He hadn’t moved. She had.

  He reached out, carefully tracing his fingers along her cheek, he pulled her back into a kiss.

  Their kiss grew more and more passionate. Thorn’s teeth grazed her lower lip gently.

  The heat polled inside Mary’s stomach. Her body ached for more.

  Thorn pulled away from her. “Mary,” he whispered. “I am not a pure man. I want nothing more than to take you, here and now.”

  His words made her heart race.

  “Then take me,” she whispered.

  Thorn grabbed her, pulling her closer to him, his fingers pressing into her lower back. Their lips crashed together, passion flowing through the kiss.

  He pulled away again, sucking in a deep breath. “You tempt me,” he stepped away from her. “but tell me, are you…” His cheeks flushed. “I mean, have you…”

  “No, I have not.” Mary had no shame in admitting that he would be the first man she’d lay with.

  Thorn reached out, his hand running over the curves of her body. “Then I will not. Not here, not now,” Mary opened her mouth to protest. “I will come see you tonight. Then, we will speak more.” He stepped towards her, placing one more soft kiss against her lips.

  Mary watched him speechlessly as he turned away from her and mounted his horse, riding away. He will come see me tonight.

  Chapter Five

  Mary sat in her room, her heart racing as every second ticked by. Henry had not come home for dinner, which meant he would most likely not be coming home for the night- at least that is what the maids said.

  Her bedroom door opened. Mary turned to see who it was. Thorn.

  Her heart skipped a beat as he stepped into the room. He looked her up and down. She hadn’t bothered to stay dressed, instead changing into a silk nigh gown for the summer heat.

  Thorn closed the door, locking it behind him.

  Mary took a deep breath. I can’t believe I’m doing this. She had always known this day would come, but she thought it would be different. She thought it would be with her husband. She thought it would be with someone she’d spend the rest of her life with.

  Mary’s heart ached. Because the man coming towards her was the man she wanted to spend the rest of her life with. Mary took a deep breath as Thorn sat down on the bed beside her.

  “Have you changed your mind? I will leave if you’d like me to.”

  “No. I don’t want to be alone.” I want to be with you. But she didn’t dare say it out loud. She took a deep breath and reached out for the man, her fingers tangled into his hair as her lips touched his. She’d been thinking about the kiss they shared in the woods all day.

  Thorn’s arms wrapped around her, guiding her down onto her back. His lips traced along her jawline, down to her neck. Mary’s eyes rolled back. She’d never experienced such pleasure before. Her fingers tightened in his hair.

  Thorn pulled away from her just enough to remove his shirt. Mary’s eyes drank everything in.

  As he undid his pants and slid them off Mary’s eyes widened. She swallowed dryly as his manhood sprang forward.

  He caught her staring. Reaching out he brushed her cheek gently. “I’ll take care of everything,” He promised. “All you have to do is enjoy yourself.”

  Mary forced herself to nod, though she was not sure she’d be able to.

  He crawled onto the bed, spreading her legs and settling down between them. Mary’s heart raced as his hand slipped between her legs, brushing her uppermost thigh.

  Pleasure overwhelmed Mary as Thorn touched her. His hands working softly over her body, bringing sensations she’d never known. His hand pulled away from her as he moved closer. His manhood pressing against her lips.

  Thorn’s eyes locked on Mary, his lips lowered to hers. “Tell me if it hurts,” he whispered.

  Mary forced herself to nod as he pushed into her. Pleasure and pain overwhelmed her. Her nails dug into the blankets as she gasped.

  “Try to relax,” his lips traced over her neck ever so gently.

  Mary tried. She focused on relaxing her body as he pulled away from her and pressed back into her.

  Thorn reached out and took her hand as the plain went away, replaced by pure pleasu
re. Mary moaned softly, her eyes rolling back.

  Thorn pressed himself deeper. Mary gasped. Thorn stilled above her.

  “Am I hurting you?”

  Mary shook her head, unable to speak.

  Faster he moved into her. Faster and faster.

  Stroke. Stroke. Stroke.

  Each movement pulling Mary closer and closer to the edge. Each thrust sending pleasure through her body.

  His thrusts grew faster and faster.

  Mary’s toes curled as she sucked in a deep breath. Pleasure overwhelmed her body, crashing through her. Wave after wave. Mary cried out, her fingers digging into the bedding.

  Thorn bent down. His lips touched hers, drinking in her cries.

  Thorn’s pace quickened. He crashed into her. Then again, and again. He let out a sound of pleasure, pushing himself into her. His fingers tightening against Mary’s.

  He pulled away from her and flopped down next to her on the bed. A thin bead of sweat rolled down her forehead. He leaned towards Mary, his lips touching her shoulder before closing over her mouth once more.

  Mary sucked in a deep breath, their lips melting together. She pulled away from him, her body suddenly tied. She yawned. She’d never felt anything like that in her life, but she knew she wanted to feel it again. And she wanted it to be Thorn to make her feel like that again. She didn’t dare say it out loud. Instead, she moved closer to him. Her body rolled half on top of him. She traced over his muscular chest, her brain still processing what they had just done together. She took a deep breath. She knew it was wrong to sleep with a man before they were wed, but… this man… the way he made her feel- that was not wrong. Mary swallowed back her feelings. She would marry another man soon, but the truth is she would be happy knowing that Thorn was her first.

  Thorn pulled her into his arms. “I cannot stay,” he said. “Not while we are here. Not with so many people who can find us together.”

  “I understand.” Though that didn’t take her disappointment away.

  Thorn’s lips touched her cheek. “Mary, do you love Henry?”

  No. “I… I believe I may someday.” The truth was, he scared her.

  “Do you love me?” Mary stared at Thorn with wide eyes. Why would he ask her such a question?” “Run away with me. Just the two of us.”

  “But-”

  “No, no buts, just the two of us. I have enough savings that we could do it. We could leave the country, no one would find us. We could go right now.”

  “No.”

  Mary wouldn’t do that. Not now. She didn’t know this man well enough, she didn’t love him enough.

  “I understand,” Thorn said, looking away from her. But he didn’t.

  One month later

  Mary took a deep breath. Despite the fact that she had grown to call the castle home this felt more like home. Although the house was small Thorn had been able to afford somewhere outside of the city. Somewhere they were truly alone.

  She had wanted to wait longer. To make sure this was the right thing for them- this risk had to be worth it because it could easily kill them both.

  Mary’s hand touched her stomach gently. She was not stupid, she knew people would have found out soon. No, she and Henry did not love each other- in fact they never saw each other he was so busy with work. He’d come into her room some nights, on the nights he was drunk it took much to get him out. Thankfully Thorn was often hidden in her closet when Henry did come to her. Thorn was there to keep her safe but that night had been the last straw. He had not taken no for an answer. Thorn and Mary had left that night, packing their bags quickly and taking anything they’d be able to sell.

  Mary wore her mother’s favorite necklace- a small ruby in the center of a gold chain- as she looked around at their new house.

  Although it was a new country Mary was sure they’d be able to make it work. To attack a Duke and steal his wife-to-be they knew they would have to get as far away from there as they could. They needed to be out of reach if they wanted to live a safe life.

  “M’love!” Thorn called from the house. “Will you not come see our new kitchen?”

  “Of course!” Mary jumped down from the horse and rushed for the house.

  Without stepping inside she already knew that it was perfect. It would be perfect. Not because of the rooms, or even the kitchen but because it was their home.

  Mary stopped in the doorway. She gasped staring at the scene in front of her. Thorn had dropped to one knee, a small velvet box in his hand.

  Mary raised her hand to her lips. “Thorn…”

  “It’s not much,” he said quickly. “I figured you’d rather we put the money towards something good. Something for the house, but when I saw it…” He opened the box to show her a small wedding band. “Mary, will you be my wife?”

  Mary closed the distance between them, she reached out and touched the ring. Her heart raced as she turned to the man in front of her. She dropped onto her knees.

  Her arms flung around him.

  “Of course.”

  The End

  The Pregnant Preacher’s Daughter

  By: Elaine Young

  Chapter One

  “You mean, you don’t even want to see what it’s like?” Emma sounded shocked.

  Ruby shrugged. She didn’t want to say it out loud, but there was another reason she wouldn’t go through Rumaspringa.

  “Your father would be accepting of it, wouldn’t he?”

  Ruby turned away from her friend to avoid answering. “You should get back to what you were doing.”

  The two girls had been asked to help weed the garden, not that Ruby actually thought her father had been asking her. No, he had been telling her – she knew that, but she didn’t mind. The truth was, her father would never allow her to go out into the English world. He never had, and he always told her that he never would. She believed that he would physically stop her if he had to.

  “Ruby, there you are,” Sarah said as she came towards the small garden. “Deatt is looking for you.”

  “Alright, I’ll be right there.”

  Sarah nodded, her skirt rising as she twirled and headed back home. Ruby stood, wiping some of the dirt off herself.

  “I’ll see you later,” Emma said, “and if you change your mind, I’m going to be getting ready to head out tonight. If you want to come, just stop by my place.”

  “I will, danka.” Although Ruby knew it was a lie, she did think it was nice that her friend would offer to let her come.

  “I’ll even lend you clothes. I bet you’d look adorable in a pair of skinny jeans.”

  As Ruby walked away her cheeks flushed. Skinny jeans. Emma had talked about them; they were tight and Emma had said that she even had to jump up and down to get them on her. The idea of Ruby wearing them made her skin tingle.

  She made her way home, her mind racing. Her parents had always made it clear that they were not to take part in the English world. That the English world had nothing for them except corruption and pain. She was never sure why her parents were so against it – most Amish parents weren’t! But Ruby’s father wasn’t like most Amish parents. He knew what he wanted from his daughters. The whole family knew that ideally, both girls would marry a preacher and be a preacher’s wife. A good woman of faith, a pillar of the community- just like their parents. But Ruby wasn’t sure if she would be good enough for it.

  She’d decided a long time ago that this was where she belonged. Not that she had any other choice, which was why she’d come to accept it, but she was not sure she would make a good preacher’s wife. Truth be told, Ruby wasn’t even sure if she would be a good wife. There was no one here whom she wanted to marry. No one she thought would make a good husband for her.

  No one who caught her eye. Sarah had already seemed to find the man she would grow to marry, and she was three years younger than Ruby. Ruby couldn’t even find someone who she thought might be worth marrying.

  It wasn’t that there was no one worth marr
ying here, it was just that none of them spoke out to her. None of them were someone she thought she’d want to marry.

  I’ll find someone. Ruby told herself, and she knew it was true. She would find someone, Gott would send someone to her.

  She took a deep breath as she made her way up the pathway to her house and into the small home.

  Her mother sat at the table, Ruby’s father beside her.

  “I am sorry if I kept you waiting.” Ruby rushed into the house.

  “It’s quite alright.” Maemm gave her a gentle smile.

  “There is something we need to discuss, as a shtamm.” Her father looked worried.

  Ruby made her way over to the table and sat down beside Sarah.

  “What is it, deatt?” Sarah asked.

  “Is everything alright?”

  Ruby’s father was a kind-looking man. Although he was a preacher, he did a little farming as well, just enough to help get them through the winter, though they often traded the church services for a little extra food to store for winter. Not everyone in the community was anti-Amish, but their father believed that only sin could come from the English world. Only harm.

  I wonder if that is true. Ruby thought.

  “It’s about your friends,” deatt said. “Your mother and I are… concerned about the kind of brainwashing they will do to you.”

  “Brainwashing?” Ruby piped up. What was he talking about?

  “Your friends are…” he paused, his lips pursing as he thought of the word. “They are not the kind of girls my dochtahs should be exposed to. I’d like you both to stop seeing them.”

  Ruby and Sarah stared blankly at their father. He said he’d like it, but they both knew this was not a request.

  Ruby’s heart dropped into the pit of her stomach. She wanted to puke. She took a deep breath.

  “What do you mean? Emma has been my best friend since we were just kinder. We’ve been through everything together.”

  “And now she will try to corrupt you. Do you not see the way she looks at you? Like she wants to lead you right into sin.”