by Brenda Trim
When Claire ducked, Pema jumped up and the two of them began circling each other. Isis and Suvi followed behind Pema. When Claire tripped over a twig, Pema cast a spell. The blue light hit Claire high on her shoulder, making her cry out.
“Is that all you’ve got? A kitten hits harder,” Claire taunted as she lobbed an amethyst sphere of energy at Pema. It hit her in the side, stealing her breath. Panting, Pema tossed another spell that landed on Claire’s thigh. They went round and round lobbing spells back and forth. Some hit their mark, causing sharp pain, while others hit the ground, causing the earth to shake.
Pema was tiring, and needed to be recharged. She reached back to Suvi as Isis’ hand was on her shoulder the moment she twined fingers with Suvi, linking the three of them. A familiar hum of power arched through them and a storm brewed in the sky above. The winds picked up and debris swirled all around them.
Claire’s eyes flared with panic, but she wasn’t giving up, it seemed. The fever never left her midnight orbs. “You may be his mate, but that won’t mean anything after I make him love me. And, trust me, he always made love to me. He didn’t just stand there and fuck me like an animal!”
Oh no she didn’t, Pema thought as her anger instantly spiraled out of her control. She pulled her hands free and lifted her wand to Claire. She felt Suvi and Isis reach out to her, but she was tired of this witch. Ominous clouds obscured the moon and lighting struck the ground outside their circle, illuminating the area. Sheets of rain began pouring from the sky as thunder rolled, echoing the storm within Pema. “Dichuimhneatum,” Pema roared above the tempest, releasing all of her fury.
Claire stiffened and her eyes rolled back in her head before her body crumpled to the ground. Pema was panting and sweat beaded her brow, despite being drenched from the rain. She approached the unconscious female and prodded her with a foot. Claire didn’t respond. Instead, her body began convulsing and her arms drew up to her chest as lightning rained around them. Pema glanced back at her sisters in panic. What the hell had she done?
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CHAPTER THIRTEEN
Tears brimmed Ronan’s eyes as Hayden muttered the words of his mating ceremony to Pema, bonding Ronan and Pema for eternity. It had been a long week since the night Pema had attacked Claire. He was still angry that Pema had gone behind his back and confronted Claire, but despite this, he was proud of her. His mate acted with courage and had proved her power.
He knew Cele wanted revenge for Pema obliterating Claire’s mind. Pema hadn’t intended it, but she had rendered Claire brain-dead. They would deal with Cele together when she decided to seek retribution. That was one promise he squeezed out of his mate before they agreed on a date for their ceremony.
Shaking those troubling thoughts aside, he gazed at Pema and thanked the Goddess for such a priceless gift. He was the luckiest male in the Tehrex Realm. His mate never ceased to amaze him. In a matter of days, she and her sisters had gotten Black Moon up and running again and planned their mating.
A hot wash of pain flared in his mate mark, making him glad the ceremony was almost done. The thought had his bear anxious to claim every inch of his mate. Ronan’s blood heated at the lascivious bent of his thoughts, knowing what he would do soon. He took a deep, calming breath that was anything but, as he caught the scent of his little witch’s arousal.
His resulting growl was cut off by Hayden’s deep voice. “I bless this mating under the Sun and the Moon. This circle of love and honour is open and never broken, so may it be.” Hayden raised their clasped hands to their group of friends and family. Enveloping warmth flooded Ronan at the pronouncement.
*****
Pema stood in awe as the final words of her mating were spoken. A vibration left the mating stone and traveled from her hand and down her arm. She felt both souls leave her body and enter the stone. She looked up to their clasped hands and saw a golden light flash between their fingers. Her skin tingled with the invigorating magic. She automatically absorbed some of that magic, infusing it with her own. The connection she felt to Ronan solidified into thick golden bands joining them.
She rubbed the warmth in her chest and glanced down. It was like a cocoon of chain mail surrounded her, bringing with it a sense of peace and fulfillment.
In a flash of brilliance, their combined souls flowed back into her body, causing her to gasp. Her eyes never left Ronan’s and she saw her bliss and amazement mirrored back at her. She felt the bond between them sink anchors into her completed soul.
To say she felt whole underscored the enormity of what she experienced, and it warmed her heart to see that Ronan felt the same. She explored her soul and was awed to discover that it had been so entwined with Ronan’s during the mating that a part of both resided within her. She knew everything he felt and thought. It was overwhelming, but truly remarkable, nonetheless.
Her heart raced as she felt the magic of their mating cement. The lights continued to flare through their joined hands, creating a brilliant strobe effect. The vibration intensified and was followed by a sharp pain in her palm. What was with the pain involved in a mating? First, the unrelenting pain in her mate mark, and now this. She was more than ready for the pleasure.
Having the ability to sense her discomfort, Ronan cupped her cheek and lowered his lips to hers, kissing her deeply. The pain, while intense, faded to the background as arousal quickly built to crowd it out. He poured all his love and desire into his kiss, and long moments later, they separated to loud whoops and hollers.
Her sisters and parents crowded around them. Reluctantly, she released Ronan’s hand and went to give him their mating stone to protect. “Oh my Goddess,” she looked at her hand, noticing the stone was a perfect chocolate diamond, and was imbedded into her palm. She lifted her head and met Ronan’s stunned eyes then turned to her mother and sisters.
“What is this? You said it would be a stone we had to keep safe,” she asked her mother.
“Daughter, you are special. I cannot explain the why of it, but trust that the Goddess has a plan and there is a reason. In any event, it couldn’t be in a safer location,” her mother reassured. She hugged her mother, glad that she had finally reached out to her. She had been so angry and had refused to listen to her mother’s side.
After meeting Ronan, she understood why her mother wasn’t able to deny her Fated Mate. They had spoken several times, and Pema had found a new comradery with her mother that she was coming to cherish.
Her father stepped around her mother and wrapped his arm around her. “Your mother is right. I am so proud of you. I love you, sweetheart. Congratulations,” he kissed her cheek.
Pema grabbed a hold of him and whispered into his ear. “I know you have had a rough time, but your mate is out there and you too will find this extraordinary love.”
When she pulled back, she saw the tears in his eyes along with a glimmer of hope. He nodded to her and gave her over to the barrage of people waiting.
It seemed like forever before she was in Ronan’s arms again. They took to the dance floor of Confetti Too where the ceremony had taken place. She gazed up at her mate and felt her heart swell with her love. “I love you, Ronan.”
He grabbed her ass and pulled her into the line of his body. “I love you too, mate. And, I need to be inside you before I lose my mind,” he growled.
“Mmm hmm,” she agreed. “So, how long until we can be alone?” she asked and kissed him. She heard his breath hitch and his pine scent intensified.
“We can sneak off to our room anytime you want. Tell me you want to go now,” he husked. The reminder of the first time they had sex in the backroom sent fire racing through Pema’s blood.
“Goddess yes, now,” she murmured against his lips. He picked her up and walked toward the back without ever breaking contact or looking back at their guests. She hiked her dress up and wrapped her legs around his hips.
He shifted his hold on her and turned the knob, throwing a door open. She turned her head and gasped at what she
saw. The large, silk-covered bed took up most of the room, which was now filled with wild flowers and hundreds of candles that lit the room, casting flickering shadows on the walls. “Oh, wow.” She met his eyes, touched beyond words by his thoughtfulness.
“I wanted this to be perfect,” he declared.
He had done so much to show her she was cherished and she wanted to reciprocate. She unwrapped her legs and slid slowly down his body. She placed her hands on his hips. “You mean the world to me, Ronan. Let me show you how much I love you.” She reached for his button and popped it open.
*****
Ronan watched as she undid his trousers and slid them to his ankles. She remained on her knees before him, a breath away from his straining cock. Unequivocally, she was the most beautiful and sensual female ever created. The sight nearly undid him. He was anxious for the blood exchange that would finalize their mating, but he wasn’t going to stop her…yet.
Having her eyes on his shaft made it harden even more, pre-cum leaking from the tip. Her tongue snaked out and licked at her lower lip. Little devil was anxious to taste him. Sexiest thing ever. She looked up while that tongue extended the millimeter to taste him. His knees locked as pleasure exploded through his shaft. Her tiny fist wrapped around his prodigious length and stroked him. “Love, you are killing me. Suck it into that hot little mouth.”
One corner of her mouth curled up in a smile before she obliged by opening her lips and sucking the nerve-laden head into her mouth. She took him all the way to the back of her throat, sending sensations exploding through his senses. “Fuck!” he cried out as she sucked him hard. “Goddess, you keep that up and I will explode in your mouth.”
He smelled her spike in arousal at his words and his animal stirred, aching to claim her fully. If he let his bear have its way, he would take her dark passage. Ronan wouldn’t let that happen before the blood exchange, but later, he promised. Tonight was about cementing their bond. His thoughts scattered when she pumped her hand up and down his length as she sucked him. His hands flew into her hair and he found his hips thrusting with her ministrations.
He tried to withdraw before it was too late, knowing she was turned on and aching too, but she refused to allow him to move. She reached under her dress and slipped her hand into her own panties. She moaned against him as she touched herself. “Let me go, I need to taste you.” She shook her head and brought her hand out, thrusting her fingers into his mouth. He licked them clean. His mate was not a shy one and that turned his blood to lava in his veins.
“Enough,” he barked and withdrew from her. He picked her up and threw her to the bed. “I can’t wait to be inside you. I will be as gentle as possible, but you have me in a frenzy,” he rushed out as he lifted the skirt of her dress and ripped off her panties.
“I don’t want gentle, Ronan. Let your animal out. Fuck me hard and fast.”
He pulled the top of her dress down, exposing her breasts. Desire overrode all else. He had to have her or he would die. It would always be like this with her, he realized. This intense, overwhelming passion. And, he couldn’t be happier.
“You aren’t ready for my bear. Soon…but not tonight.” He kissed her, stopping her protests. His tongue moved over hers, fanning the flames higher. He ran his hands up the sides of her body, pinching her nipples along the way. He kissed between her breasts and down to the soft flesh between her legs. Too amped up, he wasted no time in running his tongue from her core to her bundle of nerves. He sucked her clit into his mouth, tasting the heat and need flaming through her. His tongue licked her opening, loving the sweet summer strawberries. It was an aphrodisiac to his senses.
“I need more Ronan. Give me more, dammit,” she demanded.
Beyond words, he rose over her and pressed his cock against the swollen folds of her pussy. She was so damned wet for him. He rubbed his length along her slit, coating his cock with her juices. He pulled his hips back then inch by inch he sank into Annwyn. He felt her tightening and clenching around him like a slick, wet fist.
“You are so hot and tight. Goddess, it’s an exquisite agony,” he declared. At that moment, he wanted to do as she had asked and let his bear loose to fuck them both into a violent release. In fact, he wasn’t sure he could stop that from happening. The desire for the blood exchange was the only thing that stopped him.
He pulled out and thrust back in slowly, enjoying the delicious torture. “This is only the appetizer. The main course will come when we get home. As much as I’d love to stay here making love to you all night, we do have friends and family waiting for us,” he grunted and punctuated his point with a hard lunge back into her tightness. She milked him and sucked him greedily back in.
She raised her head and sucked one of his nipples into her mouth, catching him off guard, while at the same time, reaching between their bodies and grabbing his balls. He cried out and nearly lost his seed right there. Naughty little witch. It took all his strength, but he continued his slow pace.
She gave his balls another squeeze and bit his nipple. That broke his will and a growl left him. He began pumping into her hot body while her pussy clamped down. She was close and he reached between their bodies, finding her clit. He pinched the engorged nub between his thumb and forefinger. She exploded around him and he felt his incisors elongate.
“You are mine. Now and always. I will cherish you the rest of my life and beyond. Are you ready for the blood exchange?” She rippled around him, clearly excited at the idea. For supernaturals, the mating was solidified during the blood exchange and Ronan was dying with anticipation. He was on the verge of climax, but holding back for that moment.
“I have never been more ready for anything in my life,” she said, panting and coming down from her peak.
“I love you,” he said as he licked the crook of her neck, teasing the flesh, making her pulse hammer. He groaned when she released his balls and grabbed his shoulders, pulling her body up. She sank her blunt teeth into his shoulder, making him cry out before he returned the favor and sank his canines into her delicate flesh. The moment her blood hit his tongue, his cock swelled, locking him inside her writhing pussy as they both exploded.
As their climaxes tore through them, he felt the final link of their mating click into place. She came hard, muttering something he scarcely heard through the haze. An exquisite pleasure-pain that only served to intensify his release flowed from the spot she had bitten on his neck. He let it wash over him and all but collapsed on top of her after they were both spent.
Sweat covered both their bodies and she was panting as hard as he was. He rolled to the side, separating their bodies and pulled her into his embrace. She lifted her arm, inspecting her mating mark. He glanced at his own and realized that the brand was now inked into his skin like a tattoo. He laid his arm next to hers, seeing they matched.
In the distance they heard, voices echoing from their mating celebration. His body was replete for a moment in time until his sexy little witch wiggled her delectable ass against his groin, waking it up. “That was so beyond incredible. I want to say forget the rest of them and stay in here with you all night, but I suppose we need to get back to the party,” she murmured.
“Witch, you can’t wiggle that fine ass up against me and expect I’m not going to take it. The party will wait,” he growled and kissed her passionately.
*****
Another light bulb exploded overhead and a tear trickled down Cele’s cheek. She was furious at those Rowan triplets and if she didn’t need their power, they would all be dead already. They had destroyed her legacy, and taken everything that mattered from her.
Brushing a stray hair from her daughter’s forehead, she choked back her emotion. She once again chanted a restoration spell, but Claire remained unresponsive. There was nothing left, but the shell of her beautiful Claire. To look at her daughter now broke her heart. Once so full of life, Claire now sat powerless to her body and mind, with drool dripping down her chin and her hands turned inward and c
urled up against her chest.
Cele turned away as the nurse entered the room to take care of her daughter, vowing that the Rowans would suffer for what they had done.
Authors’ Note
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