by M. K. Moore
“I,” I start to say at the same times she says, “You.”
“You go first,” I say.
“I forgot what I was going to say,” she says as the waitress walks up to the table.
“Hiya, folks. I’m Doris. What can I get ya to drink?”
“I’ll have a coffee, please. And would you bring lots of creamer over?” When Doris nods, she finishes with “Thanks.” Her smile is bright.
“For you sir?”
“I’ll have a black coffee and a large glass of ice water. Thanks”
“No problem. Do you know what you want to eat?”
“Cheeseburger and lots of fries,” Gypsy says.
“I’ll take four cheeseburgers and lots of fries.” I laugh when Doris’ eyes go wide. “I have to keep my strength up to deal with this one here.” Gypsy giggles.
“You’re one of them shifters, aren’t you?” She says with a huge smile. Surely, I am not the first one she has met.
“Aye. First shifter?”
“No, I was just gonna say that’s a lot of food. I’ll get your order in and out to you as soon as it’s ready.”
“Thanks.” Doris leaves the table side and for the first time, I can stare at my Mate without prying eyes on us. She rubs a spot on the tip of her cute upturned nose.
“What? Do I have something on my face?” She asks.
“Nae. I am just getting my fill of you. Memorizing yer face. I feel I already know the rest of ye so well, but I dinnae understand why yer face was kept from me.” Another waitress silently drops off our drinks and then moves away from the table so quickly that neither of us could offer our thanks. Strange bird.
“I am not sure, because I’ve always known what you look like. Nothing was kept from me. Maybe I got to see all of you, so I wouldn’t be frightened. You knew I was your’s based on scent, right?” Her over annunciation of “nothing” has me thinking she knows what she is in for when it comes to my cock. I nod, and she continues. “I don’t have that ability, so maybe Fate thought this was fairer or something.” She shrugs, and I can’t help being fascinated by her.
“I agree with that. Are you tired?”
“Very much so. It’s been a long ass day.”
“I am as well. I could sleep for days. I suggest we get a couple of rooms tonight. There was a sign a few miles back for a hotel. I think Halloween is when we are supposed to be in Manchester anyhow.”
“A couple of rooms? Better not be the Bates Motel,” she mutters. I feel it’s wise to keep my laughter to myself.
“Of course, I need to be sure of your wishes to share a room. And I would ne’er take ye someplace that was unsafe.” Not that any man is a match for my bear.
“I’ve waited my whole life for you, Duncan. I will not be apart from you another fucking instant. How is that for reassurances?”
“That settles it then,” I say, as Doris delivers our food.
“Anything else, loves?” Doris asks. Gypsy looks at me and I shake my head since my mouth is already full and she answers for us.
“No, we’re good. Thanks, Doris.” She leaves, and Gypsy directs her attention back to me. “What do you think we need to be in Manchester for? I am curious as to why suddenly it was do or die?”
“I have been wondering the same thing myself, but I have not been able to come up with a sufficient reason,” I reply.
We talk some more while we finish eating. Finally, I pay the bill and we head back towards the car. A few more miles down the road, we stop at the Elysian Motel. It’s not the luxury hotel she deserves, but it will do for the night.
Four
Gypsy
Shivers of anticipation are running through my body as we walk from the car to the tiny motel room. When Duncan flips the switch, I am pleasantly surprised by how nice and more importantly clean the room is. It has one ‘ridiculously’ large bed, two nightstands that ‘definitely’ came from IKEA, a large flat screen TV that is mounted to the wall, and a huge overstuffed chair in the corner. Despite the reputation roadside motels have, I think this is one of the nicest places I’ve ever slept in.
“I am going to take a shower and get the plane stench off of me,” I announce. I dig through my bag and pull out my robe. It’s not anything sexy, just a black terry cloth number that is short. I also grab my toiletries. “Unless you wanna go first?” I ask.
“You go ahead, lass. I will be right here when you get out.” I nod and practically jog to the bathroom. I know if I stay with him a moment longer, I will never get a shower. It turns out only the toilet has a door. There is a half-wall for privacy that separates the bed area from the bathroom, but the giant built for six tub and huge walk-in shower surprises me. I don’t know which one I’d rather have, but I opt for the shower in the interest of saving time. I strip quickly and turn the water on the hottest setting I can stand. I wash up in record time. When I am finished, I get out, dry off, moisturize, and throw the robe on.
Brushing out my hair, I realize how flushed I look in the mirror. I know nothing has to happen tonight because we have a lifetime; but, I find that I really don’t want to wait any longer. Taking my contacts out, I start to take off my makeup with the wipes I use. When I’m done, I slide my glasses on and head back out to the main room. The room with a very large bed. I don’t even have a second to be self-conscious about my thick-framed glasses before he is standing in front of me with his large hand on my right cheek.
“God, lass. Ye are even more beautiful than ye were a moment ago. Ye don’t need all that stuff on yer face, and these glasses are sexy as feck. Yer skin is so fecking soft,” he growls.
“Uh... Thanks, Duncan.” I lean further into his hand letting his touch wash over me. His nearness makes my skin feel hot and flushed, my pussy even wetter, and I know that I am about to give him all of me.
“I am going to take a quick shower, but I’ll be right back,” he says just before kissing me breathless. As he goes off with his things in tow, I turn the bed down for us. If he says anything about sleeping on the floor, I’ll lose my mind.
Lost in my thoughts, I startle when I hear a noise. Looking up, I see Duncan standing on the right side of the bed in tight black boxer briefs. My eyes go wide as I spot the outline of his cock. Oh, fuck! I clench my thighs together, but I can tell he notices.
I force my eyes to roam his chest, instead of where I am immediately drawn, to the tattoo over his heart. I smile. It is a cauldron, a wand, and an athame (a ceremonial knife). Those are symbols of the craft. I am not a practicing member of the religion due to the nature of my Light, but I was raised around it. I am shocked, though I guess I shouldn’t be as I have the same exact tattoo in the same place. On the opposite side, I have a brown bear and a few others scattered around my body, but not as many as he does. Neither one of us has said anything for a while, but it’s not an uncomfortable silence. I pull the belt on my robe and let him see all of me. His smirk tells me it’s not something he hasn’t seen before.
“This is how I sleep,” I say shyly.
“Me too,” he says as he pulls his boxers off.
“Fuck,” I squeak. My nipples tighten, and I have to fight off a spontaneous orgasm. Does that happen to other women? I decide that I don’t want to know about him and other women though. I slide under the covers and snuggle in as the bed dips with his weight, causing me to roll closer to him. Being this close to him makes it seem like his muscles have muscles. He moves from his back to his side and pulls me closer to him, where I feel his hard cock dig into my belly. Boldly, I reach down and wrap my hands around him. They don’t reach around the whole thing, but I love the way he feels in my hands. Soft and hard at the same time. His groan tells me he likes it too.
“Lass, ye dinnae know how good yer hands feel wrapped around me. I’ve ne’er felt anything so good.”
“I think it’s best you don’t talk to me about other women,” I say slowing my hands. I hate how jealous I am over women who can no longer matter. Shifter’s mate for life.
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“What other women?” He asks, confused.
“Your past lovers. I don’t want to know about them.”
“There has ne’er been another for me, but ye. Even as a lad, I knew ye were it for me. How could I be so intimate with someone who could mean less than nowt to me?” I feel tears pricking up in the corners of my eyes.
“Me either,” I say honestly as I am picking up speed again.
“Ye either what? I want to hear ye say it,” he says as one of his thick fingers finds my clit. I moan softly.
“I’m a virgin,” I reply breathlessly.
“Thank feck, I willnae need to kill a bastard for daring to take what’s mine.”
Why is that so fucking hot? I think to myself as his lips take mine.
He rolls me so that I am on my back and he is now above me. His kisses start to trail down my neck. When he reaches my boobs, he sucks one of my nipples into his mouth. I arch my back into him as he licks down my torso. When he reaches my pussy, I scream out as he brings me to an orgasm. Wow.
“Duncan. Please. I need more,” I beg. I think I’ll die if he doesn’t claim me now.
Five
Duncan
Hearing her suddenly husky voice beg for my cock is something I have been waiting on for a long time. She is finally under me and it’s all I can do to keep from coming on the smooth creamy skin of her soft belly. I want to give it all to her, but I just can’t get enough of her sweet honey. She is writhing underneath me and her being vocal is ramping me up. I want all her cries of pleasure for me. It is irrational that I care so much that other people can hear her.
“Keep it quiet for now, lass, and I’ll give ye everything.” I pull her knees up to her chest and align my dripping cock to her pretty pink pussy, then slowly slide inside of her. Her breathing increases as does mine. As I push past her maidenhead, I feel as though I have died and gone to Heaven as I slide deeper and deeper into her. When she doesn’t cry out in pain, I give her more.
“Dunc, please. More,” she whispers. Her ankles lock around my neck and her fingers are lit up bright. Flexible as she is, I still have her bent in a way that shouldn’t be possible. Again, I wonder at the differences in our sizes. When her fingers wrap around my biceps, they start to burn. This is my little witch's way of marking me. As she continues to burn the shape of her hands on me, I can do nowt but throw my head back, and the growl that escapes me is partly me and partly my bear. Slamming into her even harder, I know that I need to mark her quickly. I reach up to my neck and unlock her ankles to set her legs down so that her black-tipped toes are flat on the bed. I pull all the way out of her tight heat and glance down to see her virgin blood glistening on my cock. I am pleased by this. It is filthy and debauched but ask me if I care.
She looks like she is about to protest the loss of me, but I quickly turn her over and put her on all fours. Wrapping my hand in her hair, I line my cock back up with her pussy and slam inside of her. I repeat this over and over until we are both mindless.
“Oh God, yes. Yes. Yes.” She cries over and over.
“Feck Gypsy. Ye are my Mate. Say ye are my Mate,” I demand.
“I am. Yours. All yours.”
“I take ye as such,” I growl out, before sinking my teeth into her neck. I have heard this will bind her to me as well as intensify her orgasm. My release floods her walls with my seed and I pray it takes hold. I sheath my teeth and kiss the wound to promote good healing. Running a finger over the mark causes her to shudder and her pussy to contract around me, tightening on my cock once more. I am still rock hard.
“Can ye take more, lass?”
“I can take whatever you got, Mate,” she pants. I pull out of her suddenly and move her to her back once again.
“Don’t say things ye cannae possibly mean. Teasing me willnae do.”
“Take what you want. It’s all yours,” her reply is breathy and exactly what I need to hear.
I look down into her eyes and slide into her slowly. “I will ne’er get tired of this, Gypsy. Ne’er.”
The Light from her fingertips is soothing when she touches me this time, but it is intense all the same. Once I have sated us several more times, I insist we use the large tub. After a short soak, we climb into bed scunnered.
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When I am awakened the next day, I see that the sun is already high overhead. I glance over at the clock and see that it is already twelve- thirty. Gypsy’s sweet mouth is wrapped around my cock and it is almost too much first thing in the morning.
“What are ye doing, lass?” Her mouth audibly pops off of my cock.
“Hopefully. Pleasing. You.” Each word is punctuated by a long flick of her tongue over the head of my cock.
“Ye are, but ye dinnae have to dae that,” I say, trying to pull her up to me.
“I know I don’t have to, Duncan. I want to. I need to. I love the way you taste, and I want more of it.
She continues to torture me with her pretty mouth.
“Lass. If ye dinnae move off, I am goin to fill yer mouth.” With that she moans, sucking me even harder and I have no choice. I come, shuddering as she swallows it all down.
“Good morning,” she says sleepily, as she comes back up to lay on her pillow.
“I think it is afternoon,” I say rolling over to her.
“Semantics,” she says shrugging, as she tries to get up from the bed.
“Where ye goin, lass? I think I need a wee kiss to start the day,” I say pulling her back to me. She doesn’t protest and gives me what I need. When we pull away, she gets up and heads for the loo.
When she returns, she drops to her knees in front of her suitcase. She roots around inside until she finds what she is looking for.
“Get up, baby. I’m starvin’. We got things to do today. I can feel it.” I watch as she slides some cutoff jean shorts on. My bear chuffs, as do I with the length of said shorts. “What?” she asks.
“Those are too short,” I deadpan.
“Well, they are shorts. Besides, it’s still hot out during the day and I am already yours. What does it matter what I am wearing?” I hate that she makes a good point.
“Fine,” I say going to tend to my own morning abolitions.
When I come back out, I pull on some clean jeans and a t-shirt. I note that Gypsy has finished dressing. She has on a pair of brown cowboy boots and an Evanescence t-shirt.
“Fuck, ye are so adorable,” I say as I pull her into my arms for a kiss.
“Thanks. Let’s go. Food,” she says as she picks up her purse, leaving me with the bags. I chuckle. She sure has a one-track mind.
I find that I do as well. I was quite gentle with her last night, but I know tonight will be different.
Tonight, things will get broken.
Six
Gypsy
His complete command of my body last night was beyond anything I ever dreamt of, and he is all mine. Finally. I never knew how possessive I am, until my Light took over for me and burned my handprints into his lovely skin. At first, I had hoped his shifter healing would kick in and clean up my mess. I am actually glad it didn’t. While he was in the bathroom I took stock of my clothes. I really should stop dressing like an angry teenager, but I have high hopes of being a cool mom. I also grabbed a sweater from my suitcase and tied it around my waist.
After a quick brunch, we get back on the road to Manchester. With Duncan beside me and our hands entwined all night, for the first time ever I dreamt of something else. A woman with black as night hair and pale skin. She was distressed. The man beside her frantically tried to revive her, but it was no use. I woke up in tears, but thankfully Duncan is a heavy sleeper and I could slip from the bed and stare out the window for a minute. A chill swept over me as I finally knew what I had to do.
Randomly, I look up at the side view mirror. The same car has been following us all afternoon and I am pretty sure I’ve seen it everywhere we’ve been. I shudder as another chill sweeps over me.
; “I told ye to put some clothes on, lass,” Duncan says, laughing. God, I love his laugh.
“I am not cold, Dunc. I promise. Do you ever feel like someone is watching you? Like you are all alone, but you feel eyes on you?”
“Aye. Nowt oft, but I have before.”
“I feel it now. Like something bad is going to happen. I don’t like it.”
“Are ye sure?”
“I’m fairly positive-” I don’t get a chance to finish, because suddenly the truck is rammed from behind. I turn my head to look out the back window and see it’s the same fucking car.
Duncan doesn’t realize that this is no accident as he starts to pull to the side of the road.
“No, no. Keep driving,” I shout.
“But-”
“Trust me, baby. Keep fucking driving. Don’t stop.”
He looks at me like I’m crazy, but he reluctantly does what I ask him to.
Only when we are struck again does it dawn on him that this is no accident.
“Who would do this? Who knows ye are here?”
“I am sure my entire coven knows by now. My mother is a fountain of gossip.” I know beyond a shadow of a doubt that she would never hurt me, but sometimes she tells the wrong people things.
The Toyota gives up hitting us and it pulls alongside instead. The windows are down, and I can clearly see who it is.
“Paeter?” I shout, confused. He is the very last person I would have ever expected. “What the fuck are you doing?” I watch as Duncan’s knuckles turn white with how hard he is gripping the steering wheel. I run my hand along his thigh and this calms him enough to loosen his death grip.
Paeter says nothing. He tries several more times to run us off of the road, but Duncan eventually outmaneuvers him. It also helps that the other car got a flat tire.
Okay, okay. I may have given him the flat, but that doesn’t matter so much right now. I catch my breath, as the “Welcome to Manchester” sign comes into view. It says, “population 10, 001.”