“If I get to see my children growing up far past the age most people do, I want it. You know I do. I love this baby, these babies rather. They’re mine and I’ll always love them.”
“I will love them, and you, for the rest of our lives. When do you want to get married?” Felix asked as he pulled her float closer to his.
“Married? I’m not sure about married but I love you too, Felix. Now and forever. I didn’t know what that meant but I do now. I really do. Thank you.” Angel said, tears filling her eyes as he kissed her hand, accepting that marriage might be too much for now. She didn’t need a piece of paper to love him, only his love in return.
“Well, that’s fine love, but I’d like to be your husband one day, just to prove to you what a real husband is, if nothing else, to wipe away the terrible memories you must live with. I read about what Michael did to you and while I’m glad you were helped, I hate that he did all of that to you. I’ve made a large donation to the foundation that helped you, by the way. I’m sure you’re grateful to them.”
“Oh I am, without their help I don’t think I’d have survived that ordeal. Organizations such as ROSE need all of the help they can get so they can continue to help the victims of domestic violence. I’m eternally grateful to them.” Angel responded.
Pulling her off the float gently Felix pulled Angel to the shallow end of the pool and pulled her to him.
Angel giggled and pushed away from him. “Oh, I’m too huge to be sexy right now, Felix. Stop teasing me.”
“I don’t think I’ve ever seen a sexier woman, Angel. You have our babies inside of you. You’re glowing, you’re beautiful, and the most desirable woman I’ve ever seen. I couldn’t ask for more.” Felix said as he ran his hands down her body, loving the fullness of her body and how her breasts floated in the water, their color slightly changed by the hormones raging through her body now.
Felix kissed her then, his tongue invading her mouth and sucking at her lips. His desire flared higher as her tongue tentatively reached out to his and then she sucked his tongue into her own mouth, letting him know what she wanted from him with her motions. He smiled against her lips and pulled her around so that he could lean down and take a nipple into his mouth. Angel held onto the rail on the edge of the steps, holding on as her body floated in the water and Felix loved her with his mouth and hands.
She felt his hands finally slide into her center, the part where she ached the most for his touch. She couldn’t bring herself to use the dirty words for that part of her, though she could use the ones for Felix’s anatomy. Her ex-husband had used those words as hurtful nasty ways of humiliating her. But she loved how Felix distracted her from those thoughts, erasing them as his fingers slid deep into her, stirring her passion easily.
Angel knew release was close, her body overly sensitized now, the pleasure of even a simple brush of a finger over her outer lips somehow doubled in intensity. Felix licked her neck as he pulled her legs to him, moving between them as he looked into her eyes, eager to let her know how much she stirred him. Changing his mind he moved before he entered her, pulling her on top of him, thinking it would be an easier position for her to take him in.
Angel smiled, remembering their first time together, and knew her life was now going to be filled with love and consideration. She moved onto Felix’s lap, letting his hard cock slide into her body. She couldn’t hold back the sigh that came out as she felt him slide home, every inch of him inside of her now. She stirred after a moment, sliding on his cock as he lifted her easily in the water, then let her slide back down. She found a rhythm and he stopped guiding her to give her clit and nipples the attention they so very much deserved.
His fingers moved nimbly, pushing Angel higher and higher as her passion grew. Moving over him, Angel again felt that power she’d felt the first time, growing. The smile across her face now was alluring and as sexual as anything Felix had ever seen. That smile revealed every ounce of power Angel had, both mentally and sexually. She may be tiny physically, but her mental strength had grown and she had more power over Felix than she’d ever know. Not that she’d ever use that power in a bad way, he thought, but he would lay waste to the world if that’s what she desired. She was too good for that, though, and he lost his train of thought as he felt her first spasm beginning.
Felix pushed into her, pushed her body with his fingers on her lusciously wet skin as the spasms strengthened. Her eyes flew open as she came, filled with wonder and joy and he soon followed, the sweetness of her own release too much for him to fight against. His own shout of joy let her know he was with her, always.
As she came back to earth Angel thought of the old song she’d heard him singing to her so long ago. Yes, she thought, I would rather go blind too, than ever be without him or see him walking away from me. Hugging him close, Angel knew that Felix would only leave if he was forced to, something she’d never do.
Two months later Angel woke from her nap to the sweet sound of Felix’s voice as he sang a song of happiness and love to his children. Arabella and Adam slept peacefully in bassinets at the side of their parents’ bed, tiny smiles on their little faces sweetly tempting Angel to wake them just so she could kiss their precious little faces.
Felix saw his wife was awake and moved to her side. “How are you feeling, my darling?”
“I’m better than perfect, Felix, but my hip does itch. It’s just to the back there, have I got a bug bite or something? Can you see it?” Angel turned over, pulling her nightgown up to let Felix look at the spot.
“Oh.” Felix let slip before he could stop himself.
“OH? What does oh mean?” Angel asked.
“Stay calm now. Breathe deep, yes, like that, now close your eyes. What do you notice?” Felix asked her. He watched as she looked confused at first but then wonder filled her face.
“What is that, Felix? It’s like two little sparks of light and a weird feeling, like an afterglow, of happiness.”
“That’s our babies, Angel. You’re seeing our babies and feeling their emotions. That emotion part will fade as they age but you’ll always be able to find that spark. If you’re looking for them you’ll even see lines sometimes. I remember hearing were-mothers talking about it, colored lines will guide you to both babies, no matter where they are.”
“Oh my, that is very cool! What a wonderful gift! Wait! The oh! Does that mean something then, this seeing my babies like this?”
“Yes, darling it does. That itchy feeling is the mark of the bear coming out on your hip. You must have been changed when you had the babies. This is wonderful! I can teach all three of you now! Are you alright with this darling? I guess it’s a little too late to ask now, but it is a big step.”
“Dearest husband of mine, it’s more than I could have ever asked. I have you, our babies, and a long life ahead of all of us. There was a time when I hoped a short life awaited me but not anymore. I’ll greedily take every single day I’m given. And I do mean greedily. Every day with you is a gift and I hope we have many more to come.”
Each parent took a baby then, both eager to hold their creations, and showed them the mark in the shape of a bear paw on their hips, a mark both of their parents wore.
“We’ll have plenty of days my darling, I promise. You’ve grown so much; you’ve become so confident, fierce, and brave. You’ve been brave your whole life but now, now you’re something different. I’m glad I’m the one you chose to share that with. A new life for us all, and I couldn’t be prouder of you. I love you babe.”
“I love you too, Felix. Now and always.”
The End
Part VII
Dominick - The Hunted Wolf
Werewolf Shifter Romance
About the Book
When Alicia Melnick moved from Nowheresville, Oregon to New York City, everyone warned her how dangerous the city was. Her mother gave her mace. Her father taught her how to punch. Her friends warned her to stay away from Wall Street guys. The thing no one thought
to warn her about? Werewolves.
So when Alicia gets her first day off work in months and sees a gorgeous stranger in a bar, the last thing she thinks is that he might be something other than human. But Dominick Green isn’t just any guy, and he isn’t even just any werewolf. He’s on the run…and unfortunately, Alicia has managed to stumble right into the mess.
Dominick might be doing his best to keep her safe, but in New York, nothing can be kept a secret. Someone has seen Alicia and Dominick together— and now they’re determined to use her to track him down.
Chapter 1
When I moved to New York, everyone was so busy telling me to watch out for the rich Wall Street guys that no one remembered to warn me about werewolves. And I’ve met a few Wall Street guys now—they’re definitely the less dangerous of the two. I mean, maybe some of them are going to be like that one movie with the guy cutting people to bits, but mostly they just have really nice suits and they expect you to sleep with them because they have a Mercedes. Annoying at worst. Werewolves, on the other hand…they can cut you in half with one swipe, their teeth are serrated, and they move fast.
But let’s be honest: even if anyone, literally anyone, had thought to say to me, Alicia, don’t get mixed up with werewolves, I wouldn’t have listened. Mostly that would have been because I didn’t think werewolves existed, but the other thing about werewolves, the thing I didn’t mention earlier? Werewolves are hot.
I didn’t know Dominick Green was a werewolf to start with, though. I didn’t know anything other than that he was over in the corner of the bar looking like the hero in some action film, with a shirt that might have been painted on. Those pecs. The point is, the moment I saw him, I wanted to touch him, and before I even had a chance to think he was out of my league, I was up and walking over to his booth.
To be honest, I don’t even remember getting up. I was walking towards him, knowing my heels made my legs look miles long and my tank top was the perfect mix of innocent and sexy, and he looked up when I was halfway across the room, like he could see me watching him. His eyes were black, and when I tell people this, they think I mean really dark brown. I don’t. I mean black. I couldn’t see any hint of pupils, and it should have been unsettling, but those eyes were set up above cheekbones to die for, his jaw looked sharp enough to cut glass, and his nose had just the slightest bit of a bump to it, like maybe he’d been in a fight at some point. Yum.
Even better, I could tell he liked what he saw. His eyes skimmed appreciatively over my light brown hair, done up in a messy French braid, across my lips, soft and pink, and then down over the curves I was showing off shamelessly. To be honest, this was dressed down for me—first thing I did when I got to New York was get a job as a cocktail waitress. It means I get to sleep in every morning, but on the flip side, every day I’m shimmying into something black and slinky, blowing my hair out, and putting on a ton of makeup. I tell you, the bar is set higher for cocktail waitresses in New York than it is in Nowheresville, Oregon. Maybe someone should have warned me about that one, too; I think I’ve spent half the money I’ve made so far on more clothes.
Point was, eyeliner and lip balm and a white tank top were about as dressed down as I ever got anymore. I felt comfortable and cute as hell as I slid into the booth with him.
“Do I know you?” he asked, and his voice sent shivers all down my spine.
“I don’t think so. I just wanted to get to know you.” I took a sip of my beer, mostly to mask the fact that my pulse was pounding. I could see him looking over my body, and weird black eyes or not, I know when a guy has the hots for me.
“Did you.” Despite himself, he was smiling. “Well, I’m Dominick Green. And you are?”
Damn. The man had all the manners of someone you’d bring home to meet your parents, and somehow his voice still had me wanting to take him home and straddle him on my couch. Or bed. Hell, on the floor, if he wanted.
“Alicia Melnick,” I said, because I had just enough presence of mind to remember my own name.
“So, Alicia.” He leaned forward on the table. “Tell me about you.”
That smile was still in place, and I tried to keep myself from turning bright red. I think even then, that early, I knew he could hurt me, and hurt me bad—I didn’t think he would, mind you, but it was almost like my brain could see what was hiding there, all sharp teeth and claws. Unfortunately for me, my conscious mind was nowhere near as smart as the rest of me. All I could see was the muscles rippling over his shoulders and down his arms, and the way his dark hair looked so soft I just wanted to run my hands through it, and that smile…
Damn. That smile. I would have run away with that smile in a second.
It took me far too long to remember that he’d asked me something.
“Right. Um.” I shrugged my shoulders. “I just moved here from Oregon.”
“So that’s the accent.” Everyone else said it with one of those condescending New York faces, but he was teasing. I grinned and blushed, and hid my face by taking another sip of beer.
“And I kind of wanted to be an actress when I grew up, so I came here to get away from home. Stupid—I don’t even want to be an actress anymore.”
“What do you do?”
Of all the people I’d met, he was the first one I was embarrassed to talk to about what I did. Everyone in this city is scraping by, but they like to pretend they’re better because you’re not living the life they want. It’s ridiculous. I just didn’t want Dominick to think so.
“I’m a waitress.”
“Why aren’t you at work?” One dark eyebrow lifted conspiratorially. “Are you playing hooky?”
“First night off in…” I tried to think. “Ugh. Too long. So, what do you do?”
He paused to consider, and that was the first time I saw it: something cold and remote under the exterior. I’d known from the start that he was quiet, or he’d be up at the bar hitting on someone; hell, any girl here would go home with him. But he had that cowboy look, you know? Down to earth, strong-and-silent. And for just a moment, he looked as New York as one of the Wall Street guys in their suits. It was unnerving. I blinked.
“I work in security,” he said finally, and I just sort of blinked at him. I mean, I supposed it made sense, but the fact was, he looked really sad when he said it.
“I, uh....I see.” My beer was gone.
“Can I get you another?”
“Yes, please.” Him buying me drinks was good. I never thought good manners could be so sexy. My mother would be pleased; I thought about texting her, and decided not to. There was nothing to tell her, after all. Just that I’d met a nice guy and had a beer with him.
Later, I’d be glad I hadn’t texted her. I was about to learn just how dangerous a well-mannered man could be.
But we’ll get to that.
He was back a moment later, sliding the beer across the table to me. His smile was wide.
“Enjoy.” He nodded and headed for the door.
“Wait!”
“Yes?” He turned back as if he genuinely had no idea why I was asking him to stop.
“Uh…where are you going?”
“I have to leave,” he said, as if that was all there was to it.
“No goodbye?” I was about to get on his case about manners, and he seemed to know it. He pointed.
“I bought you a beer. It was nice talking with you.” And he turned to go again.
“Wait a sec.” I slid out of the booth and followed him.
“I really have to go.” There was just no getting behind those eyes, was there? The fact that this didn’t seem to be a play was surprisingly infuriating. We’d been having this great time and now he was just turning around and leaving, like none of it mattered at all.
“Well…can I see you again?”
“I don’t know,” he said. He seemed to have considered the question for longer than it should take. He thought for another moment, and then nodded. “I don’t know,” he repeated. “Is there a
problem?”
“It’s…look, we were having a nice time. Is it something I said?”
“No,” he said blankly, as if blindsided by this avenue of discussion. He looked at his watched, then out the door, somewhat worriedly. “I have to go. You should stay here. Inside.”
And he set off.
The man did not know me very well. I pushed my way out onto the street behind him. His face, when he heard me, was genuinely terrified.
“Why are you following me?”
“I’m not following you,” I said contemptuously. “I live in the next building over.” And I’d been about five minutes from inviting him upstairs, but whatever. “Goodnight, Mr. Green.”
“Get inside,” he said, almost a plea, and I lost it.
“Yeah, you don’t like me. I get it.”
“It isn’t that, I just—“
“Whatever.” I walked away without a backwards glance.
My shoes got thrown across the room when I got home, which relieved my hurt pride somewhat, and my tank top and skirt followed them. I washed my face and brushed my teeth and went to bed seething. Never mind that all I could seem to think about was that bastard and his sexy, smug smile. He was still making my breath come short and I couldn’t even say why.
God, everyone had been right about New York men.
I went to sleep still angry, and the next thing I remember after that was waking up to sunlight, with someone banging on my door like they wanted to bring it down.
Chapter 2
“All right, all right, all right, I’m coming!” I tumbled out of bed with a thump, muttering something about Sundays and landlords and stupid men who bought you drinks and didn’t have the decency to come home with you afterwards. My hair was a mess; it went into one of the worst buns I’ve ever made in my life and I splashed some water over my face, trying to wash away mascara and eyeliner.
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