My body tightened around him squeezing hard. I could feel him releasing his seed into me and that more than anything else took the edge off this overwhelming need. Rolling to my side, I looked at my mate whose body was slicked with sweat. Another round wouldn’t have been a problem, but I needed to go with Marissa.
“Let’s take a quick shower and get ready to go. I’ll be good for a while.”
“Are you sure?” Stan was concerned and it was sweet.
“I need to do this. That bastard put me and those other witches through hell.”
“Okay. You go first.” He was sweet like that.
I hurried through a fast shower, dried, and dressed while Stan cleaned up. He was even faster than me. “Here, Take this.” He handed me a military style knife. “I want you to be able to protect yourself.”
I took it and snapped it around a belt loop. Not the best solution, but my jeans didn’t have the pockets Stan’s did. I followed him out of the room and we went out the front door. No one asked where we were going, and I was glad. We got into Stan’s truck and he drove us to Reese’s house. It was still crowded with several cars in the driveway. Stan pulled up as close as he could and we walked to the door and went in.
There was a sense of expectations and I knew they were only waiting for us. It was only ten, but they were all standing there ready to go. “Last one’s here. It’s time.” Marissa said in a sing song voice.
Everyone got into position near the fireplace and Tudor tossed some clothing into it. I recognized the clothes I’d taken off one of the witches we’d saved. Tudor lit his fire but while Marissa’s flames had danced, his tore right through everything in their path. It wasn’t just because her magic was feminine and his was masculine, their magic was different but I wasn’t sure how. I’d never been able to distinguish the various types of magic but I’d always wanted to learn.
“Time to go.” Tudor growled his voice rough and vengeance on his face. I hoped he remembered we needed the asshole alive.
It wasn’t that I didn’t want to see Abs die a horrific death. I’d love to see him die painfully. The reason we needed him was because we didn’t know if he had new victims locked way somewhere and we had no idea who all his past victims might be. The council had sent me an email assuring me Zorth could extract the information and that it would be painful.
That was good enough for me. Once they had the information, he would either be put down, or sent to a demon world to be a slave and suffer. Either sounded good to me. I wasn’t usually bloodthirsty, not unless I was dealing with a sadistic piece of shit like Abs.
We flashed and I threw magical energy to Marissa who was making us invisible until we knew if humans were about. Tudor had taken us to a house much like the last one and again I recognized it. “I know this place. I lived here too while I was running from him.”
“He’s clearly obsessed.” Tudor pointed out. I almost said ya think, but I bit back the sarcasm. They were here to help me and I needed to play nice.
With no humans nearby, Marissa dropped the shield that hid us. If Abs was nearby, which he must be, he now knew we were here. I wasn’t sure if he would stay and fight since he was arrogant, or run. “Let’s split up like last time.” Marissa suggested.
We went into the basement that was accessible from outside. It didn’t stink as bad as the last place, but there were witches held here too. Letting them out, one at a time, I searched them for any spells first and then put a protection spell on them. We released four and two disappeared without a word. At least they were alright. The other two didn’t look as well, but neither did they look as bad as the one’s we’d saved before.
Noises came from upstairs and I hurried up the stairs with Stan behind me while Reese stayed below with the two freed witches. Abs had stayed to fight and I was thrilled. There was no way he could handle either Marissa or Tudor much less both of them. He was probably just realizing that the power he’d gotten from his first captives was being sucked back to them. The only power that stayed was from the one that died.
Even that would eventually leave him. That’s why he kept looking for new victims. Magic had to be renewed. Natural magic renewed itself through the user, black magic needed more and more magic. It was a hungry beast that could gobble you whole if you weren’t careful. Abs fed it his victims instead.
It was an amazing sight with Marissa’s golden magic hitting Abs from one side and Tudor’s silver magic from the other. Many things affected the color magic showed and Abs magic was grey and getting darker by the second. I decided to sit the battle out since I’d been under his power at one time. My personal wards were up, but I didn’t know what he was capable of and Marissa nodded as if to say we have it handled.
They continued to bombard him until the dark grey light fizzled out. Tudor touched him and said something and now he was in custody. Relief washed over me. I would never be the same as I had been before he’d taken me, but knowing he was caught would help me begin to heal.
“Let’s all get together in a group so we can get back. Where’s Reese?” Tudor asked.
“We left him downstairs with two captured witches. We let two others go, but they just left.” I explained.
“Stan, can you help him get them up here?” Marissa asked.
“Sure. I’ll bring them right up.” Stan declared as he ran back down. We stood waiting impatiently until Reese came into view helping a witch up the stairs. Stan was right behind him helping the other witch.
The moment everyone was in the circle we flashed back to Reese’s house. Megan heard us and came out to meet us. Her eyes flashed the gold of a wolf barely held back as they stared at Abs. “I’m glad to see you had good hunting this time. Only two injured witches?”
“He had four, but two left the second we got them out. Can’t blame them.” I explained.
“No, I would get away too. They couldn’t know for sure who we were or what we wanted.” Tudor observed.
“I smell a change coming.” Marissa whispered to me as if anyone here wouldn’t hear it.
“Yes, we mated and now I’m changing.”
“Congratulations.” Marissa said and everyone parroted her.
“Thanks everyone.” I said and Stan offered the same words.
“As much fun as it’s been, we need to go.” Stan admitted.
Abs looked at me with hatred and hunger, “This isn’t over. I’ll be back.”
Tudor kicked him hard and he shut up. “I need to drop off this asshole and I won’t be back. It’s been an experience everyone.” Tudor said as he and Abs disappeared. It was a relief not to have to look at Abs. Some might say just don’t look, and I’d tried not to. I couldn’t seem to help myself. While he was there my eyes were drawn to him again and again.
Goodbyes were said quickly and we were invited back tomorrow night to see Damon and Marissa off. Their guards were going home in the morning, but Marissa was flashing Damon and herself home tomorrow night. Flashing places was taxing which was why it was rarely used.
We hurried home. I was glad because I was starting to feel hot, achy, and itchy again. Stan hurried and I suspected it was because he could scent my growing difficulties. I should be glad, after all not everyone bitten turned. It was just wishful thinking that the change would be easier. Maybe just because it was me. By the time we arrived home, I needed food, sex, and sleep in that order preferably.
Going to the fridge I thanked the powers that be that protected the food I’d hidden there. I popped it in the microwave and in a couple minutes I was eating like a starving beast. Stan looked like he was about to grab one of my eggrolls and I snarled at him. His hand withdrew quickly, smart male.
Once I was done eating and washing my dishes to set a good example, I knew I needed a shower. This time there was no reason to take one alone. As soon as we entered our room, I stripped out of the clothing that had become uncomfortable. Just being naked helped to ease some of the itching, but I needed to feel more like myself.
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bsp; “Stan, shower!” I demanded. I rushed into the bathroom setting the water at cool instead of cold so he wouldn’t be uncomfortable. Stepping under the spray, it felt soothing and washed away the dust of this latest trip. My relief was obvious and I hoped Zorth would be able to track down any others, although I suspected they were dead. At least their families would have answers even if they weren’t the answers they wanted.
I felt my mate step in with me and his warmth made me feel safe. My hands ran over his hard muscled body sliding over his silky smooth skin. His hands reached up, capturing my head and holding it still for a long passionate kiss. I could feel my heat rising and need was clawing at me. Was this separate part of me my wolf? Since I’d never had one I had no idea how it would feel. This was like a primitive center, demanding and wanting to be free. Part of me, yet separate and right now it was fighting for control.
Should I tell Stan or would he think me weak if I couldn’t hold back the hungry beast inside? Take him. Bite him. The beast in me urged. It sounded good too, like something I wanted to do. I bit at his lip and it bled. My inner animal howled in excitement. Down girl. Behave or be caged. That’s better. Now let’s make love to our mate.
I became aggressive and crawled up my mate like he was a tree, but he didn’t seem to mind. My arms went around his neck and his hands help me up by my ass. One hand moved between us and I felt the head of his cock move into position. I writhed in need.
“Do it!” I demanded needing relief and needing it now.
Stan pressed me against the shower wall and took me like he meant it. That’s what I was talking about.
“Yes!” I screamed as he pumped into me fast, deep, and hard. “More.”
“I’ll give you everything, Sweetheart.” Stan promised and then he did. My eyes were closed and I saw stars as my orgasm exploded. I massaged his cock until he blew up too. I felt hot seed hitting my core and I suspected we made a baby right then.
Stan kept slamming into me but he got slower and slower until he stopped and leaned against me clearly worn out. “Water’s cold.” He observed.
“It is now.” I said as I slid down his body as he let me go. He shut off the water and we stepped clear grabbing towels and drying off.
“Now I just need to sleep a week.” I declared.
“You’ll wake up when you get hungry.” Stan warned.
“I have more than one appetite right now.” I noted.
“Yes, and I’m going to enjoy the hell out of that. Right now, though, I know you’re tired so let’s just lay down and go to sleep.”
We lay down together naked and curled up in each other’s arms. I was asleep before my head hit the pillow. It was a few hours later that Stan woke me and made sweet and slow love to me. He got out of bed afterwards and I went back to sleep. It was noon before I woke. I didn’t feel overwhelmed yet, but I was starting to itch and I felt a bit fevered.
This change really sucked. I knew I would have to let my wolf free and the bitch wasn’t the patient type. She was running in circles with her tongue hanging out. There was no doubt she wanted to be freed as soon as possible. It made me wonder what that would feel like. I couldn’t imagine running through the woods fast and sure pawed. That made me long for the experience.
Del wasn’t working today either. She took her days off together. I knew I needed to get up and start supper. Today was a good day for nacho supreme. I could cook the meat in large batches, cutup the lettuce, tomatoes, and onions and open a few cans of nacho cheese. Easy peasy and I could feed a huge crew. I’d have some help in a couple of hours and I could lay down and take a nap.
I wasn’t hungry now, I’d been eating constantly the whole time I was cooking. One of the teenagers showed up and I told her what to do and left her in charge. There was little that could go wrong since everything was cooked and only needed reheating.
I was beyond exhausted and went to my room for my ice cold shower. If only my mate was here now, I really missed him. It made me feel bad that he was having to do more because I was going through the change. That was really messing with me because I went from one extreme to another in the blink of an eye.
Once I was done with my shower, I felt like I could sleep until my mate came home. My eyelids were so heavy, I was asleep as soon as I laid down. It was slowly that I came awake need washing over me like a tidal wave. It was later than Stan usually made it home and I needed him desperately. I was using the shower like it was a vibrator, to keep my heat and my need in check. Another shower was needed before I went out of the bedroom to find my mate.
The shower helped cool me but the need was still there. I dried, dressed, and went stalking my mate. As soon as I entered the kitchen our eyes met. He was eating his meal, but my need was greater than his. Stan stood up knowing he had to deal with my desire, but he cast a sad look at his plate. He set it in the fridge then followed me to our room.
Everyone in the house was quiet watching with interest. None of them had seen a change like mine before and they couldn’t believe they were seeing it now. No one knew I was a red wolf and few knew about Megan, my sister. Eventually, the word would get out, but we needed this peaceful time to heal our pack. Once the world knew, we would all be in danger.
It was the nature of wolves to fight over just about everything. They fought for land, they fought for position, and sometimes, they fought for a mate. Megan and I were safer since we were mated, but some didn’t honor that bond. Ariel had been abducted after she’d mated and if she hadn’t escaped, they would have tried to override the bond.
There was a small chance no one would want to go to that trouble for a red wolf. Not when there were so many white wolves around. Nah, I didn’t believe it either. It was just wishful thinking. Once in the room, Stan closed the door and looked at me with eyes bright with lust. I’m sure my eyes were bright too.
“Come a little bit closer, Baby.” I urged him. “I need you and there are so many things we can do together.”
“That’s for sure and I’m ready to start doing them.” He walked toward me as I backed up to the bed. Once I reached it, I stopped waiting to see what he wanted to do.
“Strip!” he demanded as he started throwing clothes right and left. If he wasn’t worried about being neat, neither was I. My clothes came off in record time. “Oh, yes.”
Stan pushed me back lightly and I landed on the bed with my knees hanging over the end. Stan dropped to his knees in between my legs and threw a leg over each shoulder. He leaned in blowing hot breath on my pussy. “Goddess I’ve missed your taste.” He admitted as he leaned in and his tongue flicked out to take a taste. He groaned in delight.
His hands moved to my nether lips and they pulled them back baring me to his gaze. “Beautiful.”
One finger slid inside as his tongue licked around my clit making me writhe under him. He added another finger and began to finger fuck me like a pro. Stan knew just where to aim to get the best possible response from me. Moaning. I met his fingers as they drove into me harder and faster every time.
My hands slid into his hair, massaging his scalp and ready to grip his hair if it looked like he planned to stop. His tongue swirled around my hot button and his fingers filled me and hit all the best places. Tension rose and built higher and higher until I exploded. I bucked and jerked slowing down a little at a time until I stilled.
“Damn that was good.”
Chapter 7
Fugitives
Sex with my mate was amazing and I suspected it would always be. I did realize, however, that the pack wouldn’t always be as understanding about us dropping everything to fuck. Most of them were amazed that I had found a human who could change, the odds were normally against it. My top males would have to be informed soon, so they could help protect the secret of the red wolves for as long as possible.
My hierarchy had settled, March was now my second and I wasn’t surprised. He was strong and vicious in a fight. Grover was third, he was a lover, but it didn’t stop him fr
om being a skilled fighter. Garth was the real surprise since he was my fourth beating out younger males with a skill that told me he’d been in the military and maybe even done some cage fighting,.
Grover had barely beat him and March had barely beat Grover. My top three were in close contention, but they seemed to get along well. That was good because I would allow no petty bickering. Since things were settled and I had shared Rachel’s and my plans for the pack, they knew what needed done. That was a big help when I had to drop everything and go to my bedroom to help my mate.
“I’m beginning to think a human might not be a bad choice.” March looked like he was thinking out loud.
“Don’t base that on Megan and Rachel. They have a secret I need to share with the three of you.” We were sitting around talking in the back of a restaurant. The rest of the guys sat out front eating the buffet. We had a great week so I was treating them. They needed to learn that hard work would pay off for them. I was nothing like James and all my pack needed to adjust to that.
“Are they white wolves?” Grover asked and the others looked stunned because they had never considered the possibility.
“No,” I said and they all collapsed back into their seats. “They are red wolves.”
“B-but that’s impossible.” March stuttered.
“So were white wolves, but we have them now. If anyone could find a red wolf in a sea of humans, it would be Reese.” Garth chuckled.
“And he did.” I admitted. “Megan is his fated mate and Rachel is mine.”
“How do you recognize a fated mate?” Grover asked with a great deal of interest.
“The first time you see them, you are hit by something powerful. I couldn’t breathe and everything around me seemed to slow down. It’s different for everyone, but the feeling is strong. After that the need to be together just grows.” I noticed he looked disappointed. “I’ve been told it hits different wolves differently. Some knew their fated ones for years. They were friends, lovers, or sometimes enemies and then it hit them. The goddess works in mysterious ways.”
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