He raised his hands to Goldie’s face, saw the wanting in her clear blue eyes. One of his fingers traced the line of her neck down to where it met her shoulder, to that sweet spot where the veins rushed so near the surface. “It’s unbreakable, as far as I know. So we’re not doing it just so I can keep my stuff up here, Goldie. Only if you want it as much as I do.”
Her small, slender hands wrapped around his waist, her head coming to rest against his chest. “I’m telling you what I want. Claim me.”
Flint’s heart stuttered. He put a finger to Goldie’s chin, lifting her face to look deep into eyes that had never been able to hide from him. All he saw was complete acceptance shining back; of her destiny, of Flint, of their love for each other. She said she wanted it. He wouldn’t insult her by asking again.
Flint took Goldie’s mouth, emotion overwhelming him. How quickly Goldie had changed his life and priorities; how grateful he was that she had. Flint lifted her up right in the middle of the fairy tale bedroom, wrapping her legs around him, gripping her ass so he could carry her to the enormous bed and set her gently on its edge. Every breath he drew came from Goldie’s mouth as their lips stayed locked, breaking away only long enough to shed the clothes between them.
Looking down at Goldie’s petite, slim-hipped, naked body sitting perched on the bed’s edge, Flint’s cock flooded with lust and stood to attention. He saw her reaching for it and stopped her progress, lightly holding her wrists as he slowly dropped to his knees before her.
He released her wrists, hands going to her knees to press them wide. Goldie’s breath accelerated and her nipples pebbled so hard he wanted to suck them into his mouth and roll them around on his tongue like the fresh, ripe raspberries in the atrium outside her door. Their door. But first there were other delicacies he was hungry to taste.
Goldie fell back to the bed with the first touch of his tongue to her sweet, pink flesh, her back arching in pleasure. Flint may have only been with Goldie for a short time, but already he knew how to unerringly bring his woman straight to the edge, and how to ride it with her pleasure so tightly in hand that before long she was cursing his name as much as she was praising it. After today she would be his to please as often as Flint could.
Her taste would never leave him. Her scent, the feel of her body in his arms would be his constant companion. Every time Flint went into battle, it would be with Goldie by his side. His bear surged and he drew deeper on her clit, loving the way she thrashed and squealed on the bed above him, her hands in his hair to hold him close.
Goldie’s body went from undulating waves to strung tight, her hips working minute circles against Flint’s mouth as he licked and sucked her into abandon. It was his favorite thing, seeing his normally reserved woman chasing her pleasure. She propped herself on her elbows, meeting his gaze as his tongue flicked and made her gasp. The little wrinkle between her eyes, the one showing up just now before she climaxed, that fucker would be one of his favorite things until the day Flint died, he swore to the Great Bear. Goldie’s jaw dropped and a silent scream emerged as her core shook and spasmed against his mouth.
When he felt her release, Flint stood. He flipped Goldie to her knees with one hand and pressed her chest to the bed as the other took hold of his cock and slid it home before she had even stopped quaking inside.
He grit his teeth and took them both on the ride of their lives, slamming into Goldie’s gorgeous body, feeling the tremble of her channel that never stopped pulsing around him. Where usually she filled their lovemaking with sweet, soft words, this time she was wild, moaning and screaming with what he did to her.
Every thrust pushed Goldie further up the bed. Flint climbed on behind her, keeping his pace, feeling every surge of lust that moved through Goldie’s body and brought them closer together. He eyed the curve of her neck from behind, thinking of how it was going to feel when he sank his teeth into her flesh. Flint loosed his bear just enough for his canines to grow, the longing so intense when he did that it almost doubled him over. Now.
He pressed all of his front to Goldie’s back, pushing her down into the mattress, and struck fast, before she even felt him coming. His teeth sank into her skin, glancing off bone and blood vessel. Flint felt like he had put his dick in a light socket. A buzz that was all pleasure with the thinnest edge of pain ran through him from top to toes, like that time he’d touched an exposed wire in the workshop and gotten the shock of his life. Only this time he had no desire to break away.
His body continued pumping into Goldie’s but all of Flint’s focus was on the connection. He could feel her filling him, him filling her, as if they were two halves of a whole, the completion of a circuit that had been broken until this very moment. Green light spilled out, filling him, them, the room with its emerald power, and still Flint couldn’t break away. Not that he wanted to. The bliss he was feeling at this moment was more intense than a dozen orgasms, gave him the strength of a dozen bears.
Just when he thought it couldn’t get any better, the feeling intensified tenfold. His body was taken over with a flash of emerald just as Goldie screamed beneath him and her core clamped down, milking him like a silken fist as Flint came and came for what felt like minutes. His fangs receded from Goldie’s skin and he kissed the already-knitting wound gently, his breath coming under his control once more.
He withdrew from Goldie and somehow got the blanket pulled back from the bed and her underneath it before collapsing and pulling her close to his side. Already she was dozing off.
Flint was still breathing hard when he heard Riot’s motorcycle speed by the window closest to the driveway. Not two seconds later Flint’s phone chirped from his pants on the floor by the bed. He stretched one long leg out and hooked the garment with his toe, fishing his phone out of the pocket. A text from Jameson: Are congratulations in order?
Flint’s protective instincts rose. Cause or not, his and Goldie’s relationship was theirs alone. He texted back to J: A gentleman never tells.
Jameson’s reply made Flint laugh, then just as quickly slapped him sober: Yeah? So what’s your excuse? Another meeting tomorrow. Get some rest.
Another meeting tomorrow. Another step along the path to war. He had proof now, that the Mountain Man was out there. Hope for finding out which Fatherborne bloodfucker - not Vlade, if vampires could be trusted to tell the truth, which they couldn’t - had killed his family, tried to kill him. He also had a lot more to lose.
Flint yawned mightily, then turned his phone all the way off. Rest was something they both needed.
Chapter 38 - Home Sweet Coven
Goldie woke from what had to be the most restorative nap of her life, nestled in Flint’s arms, and could tell it was evening by the way the deep yellow sunlight filled the room from the side. She tracked one long beam into the open closet, where Goldie was startled, but not really, to see Flint’s shirts hanging neatly next to hers where before there had been empty space.
Her gaze shifted to the bedside table and Goldie’s eye caught on a yellow-and-white enameled flower pin she had never seen before. A daisy. For his sister. It has to be. Goldie didn’t even try to slow the uncontrollable rush of tenderness that flooded her heart. The things her man had come through and still been so easy to love, so good at giving love back…
She grinned and buried her face in Flint’s solid chest, remembering how it had felt when he Claimed her. A split second of piercing vulnerability followed by a rush of the most intense belonging, and a feeling of safety she’d never experienced before, not even when Tallulah was alive. Everything Goldie had been feeling since coming to Resperanza, but multiplied by one thousand. An assurance that forever after, and without question, this man and his bear would give everything to keep her whole and thriving. She giggled against Flint’s skin and breathed in his masculine scent, more in love than she could have ever imagined.
From above came Flint’s sleep-rumpled voice, sweetened with a smile. “You slept hard. Ready for some dinner?”
> They got dressed and walked out hand-hewn dark wood French doors to a courtyard so fantastic Goldie couldn’t bring her mouth to close. Flint wouldn’t be distracted, though, dragging her on to the kitchen, where he made her a sandwich fit for a queen and himself one as well. They wandered Resperanza as they ate, Goldie exploring the courtyard further, with its herb and vegetable gardens, grill and smoker, and a cluster of chairs and hammocks ringed around an oversized fire pit.
The back wall was chest high, and Goldie could see why when she stepped closer and looked out over a sheer cliffside, the wind coming up from the valley below and whipping her hair forward as if it wanted to pull her in. Flint told her the cliff's name was Tsigule, and that the word meant “evil wind”. What ground there was beyond the wall sloped steeply down to her right, towards the garage, where it met the meadow of tiny white flowers.
Back through the kitchen and into the main part of the hacienda, along a wall between the front door and the dining room, just in the heart of the house, Goldie found another, smaller bedroom. It had simple but well-made furnishings, with a full-sized bed and small dresser. Almost like a guest room. Goldie raised her eyebrows at Flint and he smiled. “It’s for Auntie. She’s this old lady, a friend of Jameson’s-”
Goldie interrupted. “The one Cora said is a switch?”
Flint nodded. “He’s trying to get power of attorney or whatever, get her moved here from the nursing home she’s in. One of the nurses is giving him shit, though, gumming up the works.”
Goldie nodded and exited the room, turning the light off. She had nursed Tallulah at home with the help of a small roster of exceptional caregivers, so she understood the desire to keep an eye on a loved one’s well being. Interesting that a nurse at Auntie’s facility cared enough to protest. Goldie was about to ask what the nurse’s reason was but the heated look on Flint’s face cut her train of thought off at the station. She smiled back impishly. “What?”
Flint’s eyes seemed to darken from cocoa to coffee as his mouth curved in a sexy smile. “There’s another meeting for The Cause tomorrow to introduce you. I'll be there, by your side, but ask me how much I care about The Cause right now.”
Goldie’s jaw dropped. So soon? She didn't even get time to settle in?
Her man’s scruffy, sturdy face leaned in close to hers as he used one big hand to grab her close to him, the other to touch her nose playfully. “We got this. You and me together. No one is going to let you fall. Not me, not Cora, not Jameson, not my brother or anyone else. We're all part of this, and that’s bigger than either of us can imagine right now. So shake it off.” He kissed the tip of her nose, and then her lips, softly. "And ask me how much I care."
Goldie laughed softly. “How much do you care?” she said, tilting her face up to his. Thinking she knew the answer.
Flint gripped her ass, pressing her against the hard length she could feel growing harder. “Not nearly as much as I care about what happens in that big bed tonight.”
Goldie challenged him with one raised eyebrow. Like him, she could not stop thinking about the next time they could steal a few moments alone, the next time she could ply her mate for shared pleasures. But who could forget the reason they were together in the first place? And all that yummy Prowl sex. “Think we should find a vampire to kill first?”
Flint shook his head slowly, grinning a cocky, self-assured, content grin that Goldie had not seen on his face before. When he spoke, he purred the words at her, sex in every syllable. “Vampire? Pumpkin, we don’t need no stinking vampire. I can make you scream like that every vlessed night of your life.”
Flint planted one hot, lingering kiss on Goldie's lips before grabbing her hand and leading the way to the only home they’d ever need. Each other.
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Notes from Grace
Soooo, anyone else get their ass handed to them by 2017? You guys, what the hell was that? Everything was going fine! Switch of Fate Book 1 came out on August 31st, and it was a challenge right up to the end, but we did it! (Yay!) Got right into plotting Book 2 and realized we needed to answer a LOT of questions for ourselves before we could go any further. No biggie, though, just the usual fun of making up a whole world and populating it with characters. Not exactly a piece of cake... more like a piece of 12-layer cocoa torte with hand-painted sugar flowers, but still. Good stuff.
Then, at the end of September, I lost one of the most precious people in my life. Someone I loved so deeply and considered so vital, my nickname for him was Thumbs. A month after that, my mother died after a five-year battle with metastatic breast cancer. Talk about getting kicked while you’re down...
So I’ve spent the last five months in this thick, exhausting grief fog where I wanted to work and get the book done, but as Lisa has said to me so many times and with such enduring kindness: You can’t grieve and create at the same time. And as much as I wish it was, the grief wasn’t optional. I’d wake up thinking I’d get some good work in and instead spend far too much of the day watching unrealistic action movies and tasteless comedies and feeding myself truly absurd amounts of chocolate. As one does, when life is too real to face head-on.
Anyway, all that to say that I have ZERO intention of it taking me six months to get Book 3 written and released! Rest assured, the bare bones are there, and I’m already itching to get them down on paper and to flesh them out. We’re looking at a much shorter wait before you all get to read Riot’s story.
In the meantime, feel free to check out my back catalog on Kindle Unlimited. But I wanna give you fair warning about two very important things. First, I’ve learned a LOT from Lisa, so I’m telling you right upfront my older books do not have the action that the Switch of Fate series has. They are, to be frank, mostly fucking and feelings. But not a bad way to pass a few hours! (Buy fresh batteries. LOL) Second, what sex there is, is waaaaay kinkier than what you see in SOF. I’d say Lisa has to spank me to keep me in check, except once you read my books you’ll know that’s the last thing that would slow me down! LOL
If you want to scope my style first you can go to my website. I have a scene there you can read, plus a story you can get just by signing up for my newsletter. If you like what you see there, chances are my books will tickle your fancy, too.
For now, on to Riot’s story! Just nobody else die, okay? <3 <3 <3
Love,
Grace
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