Soft Fate (Wolven Moon Book 2)

by Dany Rae Miller

  With a smile, she nods her agreement.

  Shavone in my arms, I rise.

  “Wait. I have to close the spell.”

  “The spell is complete. So mote it be,” I spit out as fast as I can.

  She giggles. The damn candles burn on, mocking me as well.

  “Thank you elders, spirits and elements.” She traces my bottom lip with a finger. “For granting these life changing moments.”

  I kiss her forehead.

  “It harm done,” she whispers, tracing my upper lip. “This spell is done.” The candles blow out on their own.

  Amazing power my witch has.

  I step out of the circle to lay her on my bed. She scoots up, resting her head on my pillow. While I set the mood, I take in the fantasy vision of naked Shavone, ready and willing, in my bed.

  “Music?” Using my phone, I power up the sound system and select a playlist I started years ago for just this occasion.

  The romantic strains of For The Love of You surround us.

  Shavone smiles. “This is one of my favorite songs.”

  “Mine, too.” I move a few of the candles to the dresser, relight them.

  “I saw the Isley Brothers at Fiddler’s Green with my mom and sister on my sixteenth birthday.”

  “I know.”

  She narrows her eyes at me. “How?”

  Stalking you.

  Not seeing her, not knowing that she was healthy and safe over the years would have driven me out of my mind. So, I broke the rules to check up on her. Frequently. I make no apologies for it.

  I’ll tell her everything, in time. Turning to face Shavone, I stroke my lip with a knuckle. How much should I reveal at this moment is the question.

  “Tell me,” she encourages me.

  “I was there, too.” I watch her reaction. “At the concert.”

  “Oh. And you recognized me?”

  I nod, not elaborating.

  She sits up, her delicious tits bouncing, sexy tousled hair falling around her shoulders. “Why didn’t you come to me?”

  Oh, I wanted to. So badly, my love, you have no idea.

  “I was under orders.”

  The anger that flashes across her face startles me. “The Alliance,” she sneers.

  My eyebrows go up. My turn to be shocked. “You’ve heard of the Alliance?”

  “Only recently.” She looks away. “Apparently, unbeknownst to me, they’ve been controlling significant portions of my life.” She swallows an expression of anger and sadness.

  I sit on the side of the bed. Gripping her chin, I turn her face toward me.

  “Not anymore,” I growl. “Not your life nor mine.” I cup both sides of her face. “From this day forward, it’s only us making decisions for us.”

  “Us,” she whispers, touching the mark I left on her throat.

  “Does the word confuse you, Niña?” I joke.

  She grins with a negative shake of her head. “It surprises me.”

  “Not me.” I kiss her temple, her nose, her lips and continue to her jaw, taking a soft earlobe into my mouth.

  “Ooooh.” Shavone’s thighs squeeze together blocking some of her aroused scent.

  Feel it there, sweet witch.

  I lightly nibble the lobe before whispering in her ear. “I’ve been yours from the beginning.”

  “My wolf,” she whispers.

  That two word phrase from her mouth fills my heart.

  Slowly, my lips move down, tasting her throat, licking along a delicate clavicle. Moving lower still, I lift her hair out of my way and suck a rosy nipple into my mouth. Groaning in pleasure, she grips my hair just shy of painful. Jesus, I love it.

  Make her beg.

  Now that sounds like fun. While suckling, I push her back on the bed and thumb her clit — slowly, softly. When she lifts her pelvis, I apply less pressure, using the opportunity to stroke wider and spread her juices.

  “Enrique,” she moans.

  I hum my pleasure at the sounds she makes and, as a reward, I twirl the hard pearl in my mouth around my tongue. She pulls my hair a bit tighter — edging closer to hurting.

  Instead of making her beg, my witch has me on the brink of giving in to her in mere seconds.

  I had always assumed that my hunger for her would curb once the mating was completed. Not so. If anything, the craving has intensified. Yes, indeed, who knew that mating was so deliciously powerful.

  She bucks, again, into my hand between her legs. Once again, I lift that hand slightly, denying her the friction.

  “Enrique,” she hisses her frustration.

  I smile and lightly lick her nipple.

  “You are such a bad boy,” she says in a voice that warns of retribution.

  Bring it, little witch. But for now, beg and I will let you scream my name.

  I increase the speed and pressure of my thumb, draw hard on a nipple.

  “Ooooh,” she arches into me. “Don’t stop, please. Please, don’t stop.”

  Good girl.

  Pressing my thumb firmly on her clit, I drive my middle finger into her cunt.

  “Oh, god.” She meets the next thrust of my finger.

  Don’t praise god. Praise me.

  “Roll over,” my wolf demands.

  She stills. Sparkling, dilated eyes stare into mine.

  “Seems my beast would like to play, too.” I smirk and lift myself to accommodate movement from her.

  She swallows with a slight crease to her brow.

  “I won’t hurt you,” he reassures her. “Ever.”

  After a moment, she smiles sweetly. “I know.” With a sweet kiss on my lower lip, she turns to her stomach.

  “Every part of you is exquisite, Shavone.” I nibble on a shoulder, around the nape of her neck and kiss down her spine. Her ass pushes slightly higher as I get closer to it. “Mmmmm. Such a gorgeous ass.” I squeeze both cheeks, gently bite all over them. When she presses her ass firmly to my mouth, I slip two fingers into her cunt eliciting the sexiest, deepest groan yet from her. And her essence explodes.

  I growl and remove my fingers. She protests with a whimper.

  I slide my body up over hers to whisper in her ear. “My little witch likes it from behind, hmmm?”

  Slowly, I drag my shaft through her hot, suddenly drenched clef. With a slight shift, my cock breaches her opening. But just a few inches.

  Though my intention is to tease her, my eyes roll back into my head at the exquisite tightness from this angle. Despite her pleading, I don’t go any further, just roll my hips. Shavone moans and works her tight little cunt muscles.

  I hiss. “Stop, my love.”

  “No,” she giggles and squeezes, pulling at the head of my cock.

  I slap her ass and let my wolf convince her. “I want to go slow this time. I want to savor your velvet femininity.”

  Her body softens. “Okay,” she murmurs, submitting to him. As she relaxes, her pussy grows hotter and wetter still.

  That slick heat is just as hard to resist. I groan, and, giving the wolf in me what he wants, sink all the way in.

  He bursts through, and takes over — slowly pulling almost completely out and just as slowly plunging inch by inch forward again.

  “Ooooooh,” she groans.

  “Feel me, Shavone.” Man and beast merge, once more. My cock comes to within a half inch of leaving her channel and in slow motion slides back into the pillowy softness.

  On the next stroke out, I pull at her hips.

  “Lift your gorgeous ass for me,” I murmur.

  She does, bracing herself on her forearms.

  Rearing up, I pump in and out quicker.

  “Yes,” she pants.

  “How thick I get for you,” I say, between pumps. “Only for you, Shavone.”

  “My cock,” she growls.

  “You like it?” I wrap a hand around her hair and pull slightly as I thrust forward harder than before.

  “Fuck, yes,” she hisses.

  “You’ve got
a dirty mouth in bed.” I pull just a touch harder eliciting a deep groan. “I like that.” I let go of her hair in favor of yanking her hips onto my driving cock.

  “I need deeper and harder,” I hiss. “Hold on, little witch.”

  I pound her, more violently than I did the last two times I fucked her.

  She consents to my pace with carnal whimpers of pleasure.

  “I like the sounds you make while I fuck you.”

  Her responding ripple of muscles take the last of my control. I slam fast and feral into her swollen channel. My thighs tremble holding back a climax.

  “Come for me, Shavone.” I rise up slightly with my heels, bringing the head of my shaft against her front wall. The angle coaxes her over the edge.

  “Enrique!” Her nails claw the bedsheets as her head flings back. Her ass shoves tighter against me while her pussy contracts, clenching my cock greedily.

  I snarl at the rumbles of pleasure from her body to mine. My own release spills out of my balls in ferocious pulses. In solemn reverence, I give myself over to her heavenly femininity.

  “Shavone,” together, man and wolf moan as an incredible amount of seed blasts from my cock.

  I can’t breathe. Jesus.

  A full two minutes later, the last drops spurt out. I gasp for oxygen.

  Shavone’s arms shake. Loathe to pull out of her, I release her hips and follow her down to the bed, catching my weight on my forearms. Panting harshly, I lay my head on her back. Each orgasm with her builds on the last. Each one more mind-blowing than the one I just had. How is that possible?

  The mating.

  Happily lost to whatever web of witchcraft she’s woven me in, I wait for the extraordinary delirium to clear.

  As it does, I turn my head to kiss her soft skin — hot and flushed from the orgasm I gave her. Tenderly, my mouth crosses her back to her nape to her ear.

  “The best pussy I’ve ever had.”

  Though her eyes are still closed, she smiles. “That’s good. Because it’s the only pussy you’ll have for the rest of your life.”

  I grin. “Possessive little witch, are we?”

  chapter 13

  I feel Enrique’s smile as his lips tickle the back of my neck.

  Am I possessive?

  I’ve never thought of myself as so. Maybe I am. Maybe that’s why I couldn’t get over Dillon when he died or let go of Val when she ran away. I still can’t seem to give up on my sister. I thought I heard her voice in the circle — her old voice, calling for help. It was just for a split second as the ancestors and I banished the dark from the sacred space. I sigh. Maybe it’s just wishful hearing.

  “Hey.” Enrique brushes my hair off my face, leaving soft kisses on my cheek and temple. His snuggles afterwards are as excellent as his stellar love making. “Did I lose you?”

  I smile. “After that last orgasm? You’re stuck with me for good now.”

  His pleased chuckle vibrates from his chest onto my back. The sensation is wonderful. That orgasm was wonderful. He’s wonderful.

  “Speaking of stuck.” He flattens his washboard stomach against my back and moves in circles, rubbing the sticky aloe and tea concoction all over me.

  “Ew.” I giggle and grimace.

  He laughs. “Ew?” He rotates his hips, again. “You say ew to magick balm?”

  I buck my rear back at him. “Stop.”

  Unbelievably, his cock swells inside me, again.

  Geez. Is that the magick balm he’s talking about? I’m fairly certain that I’ll never say no to that.

  With a sad sigh, he pulls out of me so I can turn over just as Al Green laments that he’s tired of being alone.

  Enrique’s weight on his forearms, he caresses both sides of my face and touches his lips to mine. The depth of emotion in his eyes mirrors what I feel — gloriously well loved.

  Should I credit him, the mating, or just the best sex I’ve ever had? It’s all of the above. If I felt connected to him before, it’s been magnified by a thousand today.

  Yes. This is my wolf. He’s mine to keep. I have absolutely no regrets about our spontaneous mating. Now that it’s done, I know that it was inevitable. From the second he bit my arm in that creek to this very moment, we were meant to be — fated as Enrique said.

  “Will you shower with me?” He rubs my nose with his.

  There’s a knock at the door. “Enrique?” The quiet call comes a split second before the door creaks open.

  Enrique attempts to cover me, shielding me from view, but the duvet is on the floor by the footboard — inadvertently kicked off. There’s nowhere for me to hide.

  Whoever it is, inhales a mighty gasp at seeing us in bed. “What have you done?” It’s not Agustin. But I’ve heard the male voice before.

  “Get out,” Enrique snarls.

  “Agustin said you were hurt.” It’s the older, burly, disapproving guard who was present during my interview.

  “As you can see, I’m fine. Now go!”

  “I need to speak with you” — the man begins with a lecturing tone.

  Oh, my gosh. In addition to being at my interview, this is the man who drove me away from the creek. I want to turn my head to look at him, but Enrique’s hold prevents me from moving.

  Angry vibrations roll through Enrique. “Uncle Emmanuel, I’ll ask you one more time” — his voice is deceivingly calm, but his flashing dark eyes are anything but. “Go. Wait outside.”

  I hear foot shuffles. “My apologies.” The tenor of his uncle’s voice says he’s angry more than sorry.

  The door closes.

  Enrique looks down at me with a worried crease in his brow. “Are you alright?” He whispers.

  I nod, grinning. “Sounds like you, however, are in big trouble.”

  He chuckles as he rolls off of me and the bed. I adore his laugh.

  “You’ve never been caught with a girl in your bed before?” I stretch my well used muscles.

  “You’re the only girl who’s been in this bed.” His gaze roams over me.

  I still mid stretch and stare at him.

  “In fact, you’re the only woman I’ve fucked in this house.”

  What?

  Responding to my shock, he shrugs like it’s no big deal. “It was meant for you. My mate.”

  The whole house?

  After a moment, he holds out a hand for me. “Come.”

  I put my hand in his and allow him to pull me to a sitting position.

  As I slide my legs off the side of the bed and stand, he rakes his eyes up and down my body. The raw look in his eyes stokes my libido.

  “Mmmm, Niña. Your skin is luminous, your shape perfection.”

  He continues his hungry ogle, and I do the same to him — curly black hair falls over his forehead highlighting intelligent eyes, golden Latin skin wraps broad shoulders, defined pecs and sinewy corded limbs. Lower, are his sexy abs and the substantial semi-hard penis that I’d like to experience again.

  His bow shaped lips tilt in a knowing smirk.

  “Hold that thought,” he whispers with a kiss on my temple. “Warm up the shower. I’ll be right there.” He tugs on his pajama pants and goes into the hall, leaving the bedroom door slightly ajar.

  Oh. I have to pee. I dart into the bathroom water closet. When I come out, I wash my hands and look in the mirror. Geez. Burned by the ancestors and bit by a wolf. In one day my life has entirely changed.

  The burn on my chest barely singed the top layers of the epidermis, no deeper than a tattoo really.

  I turn my head to get a good look at my throat. The puncture marks are smaller than I thought they’d be. The mating certainly felt more momentous than it looks.

  Mating venom is quite the elixir. I smile, still feeling it like a drug flowing in my veins — sort of a serene happiness combined with a sense that I can do absolutely anything. And, the aloe smeared on my tummy and back. I feel that, too.

  With a laugh, I hurry back into the bedroom to clean up from our ritual.
I stack the dish and spoon on the dresser. There’s a penny-sized dab of the balm left. Perhaps I’ll apply it to my burn after we shower.

  The fireplace poker jolts with energy when I lift it. I turn it over in my hands. It’s not the sexiest witchcraft tool in the world, but it has proven its worth.

  I walk to the nightstand to turn off the music and run the tip of the poker through the still lit candle.

  “Spirits of fire who forged this steel, consecrate and bless this vital tool. It’s power and purity in the metal seal for perhaps a future use of this magick jewel.”

  The tip flares red like a ruby for just a second. Wow. No circle necessary. I smile, happy that my craft is rapidly progressing, and move to the fireplace to put the poker back in the rack.

  “I have no use for the Alliance.” Enrique’s angry voice sifts through from the hall.

  I move closer to the door to listen.

  “You need to be at the meeting.” His uncle asserts.

  “No, I don’t.”

  “Yes, you do. Kennedy has long been on your side, but this takes Alliance defiance to an entirely different level. Even she may not be able to sway council opinion” —

  Enrique’s laugh cuts him off. “The only opinion that matters to me is my mate’s.”

  The proud and tenacious way he enunciates ‘my mate’ elates my soul.

  “And what’s her opinion of the deal you made with Kennedy?”

  Who is this Kennedy person? And what deal did he make her?

  I sense my wolf’s confidence fall and I hate Emmanuel for deflating it — hate how he speaks to Enrique as though he were still a child.

  “Ah,” Emmanuel snorts. “You haven’t told her.”

  “I will, in time,” Enrique murmurs.

  “And once she knows what you did to her, what will your mate’s opinion be of you then?” Emmanuel’s know-it-all voice fades as he walks away.

  There’s silence for a moment or two. With a big exhale of breath, Enrique pushes the door open. His step falters when he sees me, but he smiles quickly to cover.

  “You didn’t start the shower.”

  I indicate the candles. “I wanted to clean up.” I point at the dish. “I thought I’d try some of that on my burn later.”

  Enrique nods, clearly distracted by what was discussed in the hall.