The Witch and the Werewolf

by C. D. Gorri

  “For the goddess’s sake, Seff, you can’t just sneak up on me like that!”

  “Um, pardon me, but it is my room.”

  “Indeed, and I am doing my best to leave it the way I found it.”

  “I didn’t ask you to go. Hey, I meant it though. That was really cool. Sorry I frightened you, baby.”

  “Cool? Are you sure you are the same Werewolf who shunned me for my magic?” And did you just call me baby? She wanted to add.

  “Sherry,” his voice dropped an octave as he stalked across the room and she found herself wishing for the buffer of the other Wolves. She’d even take Vasco at the moment, but her Witch friend had left her as soon as he found out she was staying at the manor until she finished decimating the magic that was separating Seff from his Wolf.

  “I think I better get this out of the way before we continue on this mission,” he growled as he advanced on her.

  His steps were slow and determined. She hardly recognized him from the mild-mannered man she once knew. This Seff was different. Perhaps being separated from his Wolf left him feeling raw and unfinished, almost as if the human side of him took on a feral aspect that his Wolf normally harbored. Interesting. Maybe a tad dangerous?

  “I was an idiot when we were together,” his strong hands reached out and crushed her to his massive chest. Sherry was too stunned to utter much of a protest, “But I’ve since learned from the folly of my youth to never, ever take anyone for granted. Especially, not the only person I’ve ever known who can make this happen without even looking at me,” he pressed his hard body, and boy did she mean hard, against hers and Sherry trembled helplessly in response.

  “Seff, really, this isn’t you, the soul bonding, may result in some unusual feelings-” She rushed to explain his behavior, but he cut her off with his mouth.

  His lips slanted over hers and she gasped, giving him the perfect opening as his tongue slid inside. He tasted like chocolate and coffee, warm and sweet. She sighed as she kissed him back. Refusing to hide her true feelings.

  “Oh no, don’t you dare try and tell me that this is because of your magic, Sherry. This is because we belong together. It has nothing to do with my Wolf or your magic, your beautiful fucking magic, that shines from you like a rainbow in a city of blackness. You are a miracle, Sherry Morgan, and I’ve been thinking about this, about you, for years. I want you. I always have.”

  Any resolve she had to stay away from Seff McAllister crumbled in that moment.

  “Oh, Seff,” she sighed into his mouth and wrapped herself around him. He felt so good in her arms. Strong and solid. It was like coming home. Sherry trembled. Should she trust him again?

  Did she even have a choice? Not likely, as her body took charge and she gave herself over to the pleasure that was kissing and touching Seff.

  CHAPTER 11

  SEFF GROWLED DEEP IN his throat as he locked his mouth onto the woman he held flush against his hard body. Mine. My mate.

  He didn’t question the possessive words that crowded his mind. He was drowning in the sensation of having her this close. It had been so long since he felt her, tasted her. Too fucking long.

  He had no intention of stopping now. He’d already made too many mistakes with this woman. He needed her to know how he felt. And it wasn’t because of her magic. He loved Sherry. Always had.

  This wonderfully soft, sweet smelling, oh-so-fucking hot woman was finally his. The scent of apples and cinnamon wafted into his nostrils and he felt himself harden instantly. Delicious.

  He wanted to lay her down and peel off the layers of clothing that separated them. He wanted to lick every delectable inch of her. He wanted to bury himself between her creamy white thighs. Fuck.

  Seff wanted her so fucking bad he could hardly think straight. He ravaged her mouth with his. He needed to mark her, to scent her, to make sure no one made the fucking mistake of thinking she belonged to anyone other than him.

  “No, Seff. It’s just the soul bonding that’s making you feel like this, it is not real,” she whispered, but contrary to her words, her hands tugged on fabric.

  Soon he was shirtless and the zipper to his jeans was down. He gasped as she cupped him, his breath coming in short, desperate pants. She tightened her grip and he almost lost control of himself. Fuck me.

  “Does this feel fake to you,” he pressed his arousal into her hand and she purred against his mouth.

  “Oh baby, I want you so fucking bad,” he growled and tugged on her lower lip with his teeth.

  Seff ran his hands up and down the length of her body as she stroked him firmly in her grip. He growled and inched away from her naughty little hand, divesting her of the layers of clothing she wore.

  She giggled as his hands found the waistband of her skirt and skimmed the soft flesh of her stomach. He’d almost forgotten how ticklish she was. He grinned and nibbled on her neck as he tugged the long material off her luscious frame. Her soft ivory skin was warm to the touch. Finally, yes, he thought as he touched every inch of it. He moved to follow his hands with his mouth.

  “You’re burning me alive with your hands,” she gasped and strained towards his teasing fingers as they pinched and rubbed the pert buds of her nipples into hardened peaks.

  “I need to taste you,” he said and captured one round berry with his mouth. He suckled, and she went wild against him. Her beautiful breasts were just as sensitive as he remembered. Sweet as berries he licked and suckled her like a starving man.

  She moaned and gasped, arousing little sounds that teased his senses. He wanted her to scream for him. To say his name as she came for him with her luscious legs wrapped around his waist. Yes. Now. Mine.

  He pushed her back towards his couch and spread her thighs, taking in the sight of her pink cleft. It was so fucking beautiful it damn near stopped his heart. Moist and swollen he knelt before her. She was so lovely. All woman, mysterious and gorgeous. And all his.

  He bent his head and brushed his bristly cheek against her soft, sensitized thighs. Her sex was so close he inhaled her honey scent and licked his lips. He blew on her moist bud and reveled in the way she arched impatiently.

  “Seff, please,” she said her eyes glowing gold as she begged him for more.

  He could hardly wait a second longer. He needed to taste her. There. He spread her knees wide apart and brought his mouth down over her hooded clit and sucked. Sherry gasped and writhed against him as his tongue laved at her sweet honey. My honey.

  For years Seff had lived by a strong moral code. Do not lose control. Pack first. Be the voice of reason. But not now. For the first time in his life he was going to have what he wanted. Her. Now.

  Sherry moaned his name aloud as he slid his tongue between the folds of her sex. He pushed two long fingers into her tight channel and found her sensitive nub with his teeth. He gently bit, sucked, and licked until she convulsed underneath the onslaught. Seff growled as he made love to her with his mouth.

  “So beautiful,” he groaned and felt her nether lips quiver in response, “I want to feel you when you cum on my tongue, Sherry. I want to taste you, to drink you in, Shereen mine. My own, yes, that’s it, baby.”

  “Oh, Seff,” she moaned as her body convulsed again.

  “Now, baby, let yourself go for me, that’s it, so fucking beautiful, you taste so good, grrrr,” he growled and pushed another finger into her heat while laving at her clitoris with his long, raspy tongue.

  He felt the second her sex tightened around his fingers in her climax. Sherry’s entire body tensed, and she yelled while he pumped his fingers in and out all the while working her clit with his mouth.

  “So, fucking perfect,” he said and rose to wrap her legs around his waist.

  He couldn’t wait a second longer to join them. He took his cock in hand and rubbed the tip at the entrance of her sex. Sherry grasped his arms as he pushed his erection deep into her welcoming embrace.

  Her whole body convulsed as the strength of her orgasm swept through he
r, tightening her channel around his hard shaft. Seff growled. So fucking good, he thought as he pumped himself deep, deeper into her heat.

  He ground his hips against her, finding that sensitive spot where she craved his touch. He thrust harder, pumping his hips, filling her tight channel till he was fully seated inside of her.

  Their slick bodies slapped against each other as they moved in unison. He pumped as she undulated her hips, meeting him thrust for thrust. The sound they made was a symphony to his ears as Seff thrust wildly into Sherry’s hot sex.

  The past ten years had been so fucking empty. He’d been so stupid. No more regrets. We begin now. He had her here, now, and he wasn’t letting go. Not ever. Her taste was tattooed on his tongue, branded on his very soul. He’d never touch another woman as long as he lived. Mine.

  “I’ll never let another man touch me,” she said.

  Seff growled and licked her skin where he’d pierced the sensitive flesh. He felt no shame even as he realized he must have spoken his thoughts aloud. No, he was proud. Dammit, he was downright cocky at the thought that she was all his.

  He groaned loudly as he came, pumping his seed into her womb, marking her with his scent. He stiffened as he connected with his Wolf for the first time since he’d been cursed.

  The connection was fleeting but in that second, he listened to his other half as his Wolf roared MARK HER! SHE IS MINE! Seff growled and did the only thing he could do. His fangs elongated. He nuzzled the skin where her shoulder met her neck and he bit down.

  Lightning struck. He stiffened to the point of pain as the taste of Sherry, spicy cinnamon apple, shot through his entire body. Electricity sizzled in the air as magic sparked between them. It wrapped around their fused bodies permeating the air with scents of ozone, Witch, and Wolf.

  Seff growled deep in his chest at the intensity of it all. He could actually feel the soul bond between Sherry and himself. It pulsed with life as it too became stronger through the mating instinct of his Wolf.

  His Wolf whom he missed with every second, but whose presence he felt in this moment even through their cursed disconnect. Seff grunted as Sherry cried out, scratching her long nails down his back as ecstasy claimed her.

  Never like this before. He felt the intensity of her pleasure as her sex gripped him, milking his own satisfaction from him as he roared against her skin. Mine!

  Loving her felt so right, Seff knew he was born for this woman. He needed her like no other. They lay clinging together, trying to catch their breaths. Sated smiles covered both their faces. Seff wrapped himself around her, his Witch, his woman, and kissed her until she was gasping once again.

  “Mmm, Seff, I love this, but I need to breathe.”

  “Breathe me, baby, breathe me,” he groaned and kissed her again, shifting their positions so that she was on top of him.

  Their lips fused together. He growled deep in his throat with satisfaction because this time it was all her. She was kissing him with everything inside her and he felt it down to his toes.

  She was so sweet, so sexy, so fucking powerful, she sizzled in his arms. Seff groaned again as he felt his cock harden inside of her.

  “Sherry, I need you.”

  “Yes,” she sighed and straddled him. She arched her back as she settled her sex on top of him. Her heat encompassed his shaft, gripping him like a velvet vise. Finally. Yes. Mine.

  Her passion glazed eyes met his as she rocked her hips, seating him more fully inside of her. She slowly swiveled around and around, sucking him deep into her core. Those long fingernails he loved raked down his chest, flicking his nipples as they went. He breathed in with an audible hiss, wanting to move, to take charge, but even more than that, he wanted to show her that he trusted her. With all of him.

  “You look so perfect riding me, baby, with your hair hanging down around your shoulders like a curtain of fire, and your gorgeous breasts taut and high, you feel like fucking heaven, I want to taste you,” he reached out and flicked his tongue over her puckered nipple.

  “You feel so good inside me, Seff,” she groaned and rocked her hips harder. Fueled by the volatile emotions he saw roiling in her eyes, Seff groaned her name.

  When she looked at him her eyes glowed blue, as her channel tightened, Seff gripped her hips. Purple now her eyes bore into his as she licked her lips and leaned down, kissing him on the mouth. He could wait no longer, he thrust upwards and rocked her harder.

  ‘Oh yes,” she cried as he thrust his hips and slammed her down on his throbbing cock. Sherry cried out as her body convulsed in pleasure, her nails left marks on his arms. She felt boneless, but he wasn’t done yet.

  He wanted to wring every inch of pleasure from her that he could. He reached between them and thumbed her clit as he pumped his hips, slamming his hard shaft into her again and again until they both roared their pleasure as one.

  The sensation like something between being hit by lightning and landing in heaven. His cock pulsed as he filled her once again with his seed. Relief coursed through his body.

  A primal urge to bite her again, to rub his face all over her to mark her with his teeth and his scent damn near overwhelmed him.

  Sherry was his, but it was more than that, he was hers. Her mate, her lover, the one who would move heaven and earth for her, and he wanted the whole world to know it.

  Mine.

  CHAPTER 12

  “I CAN’T BELIEVE WE did that,” Sherry lay on top of Seff in a tangle of arms and legs. Somehow, they made it to his bed, where they’d inevitably made love yet again. Swoon.

  He was an even better lover than she’d remembered. Tender and attentive to her needs. He made her feel beautiful and wanted. But the feeling was fleeting. Sherry bit her lip as a heaviness settled inside of her heart. Don’t be fooled this time. This is not real.

  “Seff, we need to talk,” she said and sat up. His protesting groan threatened to make her grin. Still, she pulled away from him, so she could look him in the eye when she spoke. It was necessary for the safety of her heart to lay down some rules.

  “Okay,” he nodded, his big, lust-glazed, brown eyes bore into hers. Sherry lost her train of thought for a moment. He was so beautiful.

  “Despite what we’ve done,” she began.

  “Several times,” he interrupted with a grin.

  “Yes, well, despite however many times, I am trying to explain that this is more than likely a side effect of the soul bonding cast I used to pull you back from the Dark magic that held you before, Seff. It’s important we both acknowledge that so neither of us harbor any false expectations,” she tried to further distance herself from his penetrating warmth, but arms like steel bands held her against the hard length of his body.

  A body she’d licked from head to toe only moments ago. A body that had brought hers to ecstasy again and again. A body that she still wanted to kiss and taste and fill her from the inside. Yes.

  “Sherry, I respect the hell out of you, but in this, you’re wrong. This isn’t a side effect,” he turned on his side and pressed the splendid proof of his arousal against her soft belly, “I’ve never stopped wanting you.”

  “Yes, well, we both know that wanting is not the same as loving and I can’t do this again, Seff,” the note of sadness in her voice went deep.

  Her heart threatened to break right then and there. She was not strong enough to survive him leaving her again. Best get it over with now. She turned her head away from him, ignoring the pleading look in his eyes.

  Damn it, Sherry, why do you do this to yourself? You agreed to help him only. No strings. Definitely, no sex. Just break the spell. Foolish Witch!

  “Look, baby, I know I never gave you a reason to trust me before, but we are meant to be. I love you,” he placed his thumb and finger on her chin and turned her face towards him.

  He looked at her with such tenderness she wanted to scream. No, this isn’t real. Please stop torturing me.

  “Sherry, you are my destined mate, I feel it, here,”
he placed her hand over his heart and she exhaled.

  She so desperately wanted to believe him, but she didn’t dare. Not even when he looked at her like he could see through to her very soul. He had the most beautifully expressive eyes. Eyes that had glowed amber when his fangs elongated and, he’d bitten her...

  “Um, Seff, can you feel your Wolf inside you now?” She changed the subject abruptly. Declarations of love aside, she needed to know how he’d called his Wolf forth in that moment of blind passion.

  Besides, she couldn’t concentrate on breaking the spell if she had to contend with him professing love for her now. Not when she couldn’t be certain whether it was her cast that persuaded him to think he loved her or his true feelings.

  “What do you mean?” he asked. She saw the exact moment when recognition dawned on him.

  “I bit you! How? Wait, um, argh!” He sat up and slapped his hand against his head as he tried to concentrate and call his beast.

  “No, I can’t feel my Wolf now. Fuck it all to hell!” his frustrated roar stirred her heart. He was hurting, badly, and she wanted to stop it.

  “Seff, if you can’t feel your Wolf then how do you think, um, that is how could you-”

  “How could I have marked you with my teeth?” he asked and rotated their positions so that she lay beneath him on the soft mattress.

  Angry at his inability to connect with his Wolf or not, Seff’s eyes glowed with possession as he pressed his body against hers. His nostrils flared as he pulled the sheet down, revealing her breast and the shoulder where he’d marked her.

  “Mine,” he growled and kissed the mark with his lips, then with his tongue, sucking the flesh into his warm mouth.

  Sherry moaned at the sensations. She felt the connection between them. It pulsed from the bite mark on her shoulder to every nerve ending she possessed. He tore the sheet off her as he licked and kissed his way down her body. Sherry felt the cool air drift over her sweat slicked skin. She felt a charge of energy, her own magic feeding the bond that she’d cast to counter the spell on him.