by Gina Kincade
Crap.
“Who are you,” she stammered, hiding David behind her body. The Taser was still in her back pocket, but he was too far away for it to do any good.
“Where you’re going you won’t need a name.” He lifted his hand, the wand in his grip like a loaded gun.
Fear slithered through her insides and she thought of the brief moments with Royce.
Royce.
She whispered his name on her lips and lifted her chin. She would keep David safe no matter what. Even if it meant dying.
Chapter Ten
Royce stood with the other males discussing strategy. He heard his name whispered inside his head and searched the crowd.
Where was Joanie? It was late. All the others were down, save for Clare.
And David.
A feeling of foreboding kicked him in the stomach. Glenis passed by and Brand wrangled her in for a kiss.
“Have you seen Joanie? Or David?”
Her nose crinkled and she pursed her lips. “You leave that girl alone, Royce. She’s been through enough.”
“I think it’s a little too late for that,” Brand replied, a smirk on his face.
“You didn’t.”
“She’s my mate, Glenis.”
“Of all the… oh my Goddess. You men. Always finding trouble where there doesn’t need to be. Look in the woods. She went searching for David a bit ago. He was out playing with the pack kids.”
“How long?”
She lifted her face to the sky. “About an hour. Why?”
His senses prickled and he heard it again.
Royce.
Only this time it was more panicked.
“Shit. It’s her. I hear her. Brand…” Royce moved in the direction his wolf pulled him, his connection to Joanie the only thing he had to help find her. That and what Glenis said about the woods. What better place for Hexen to stalk someone?
***
She lay bleeding, the burn marks from the spells he inflicted on her designed to hurt and maim but not to kill. Not yet.
The moon began to rise and she felt a stirring deep in her belly. The wolf inside her began to unfurl and with her so did the memories.
Darius coming at her with a wand in the alley. Tim killing him. Clare as a wolf biting her and shifting into a woman. All of it.
More importantly, her time with Royce and the bite that throbbed in time with her heartbeat as she struggled to stay alive.
Royce. Where are you?
She wiped a tear from her eye and faced the monster down. She would not be beaten. Not when she had just begun to live.
The wolf inside of her howled and, in the distance, she heard the resonating cry of a thousand voices calling out in answer. Her pack. Her people.
Oh God.
She would lead them all here to their doom. Unless she could do something to stop him.
David whimpered, his human voice morphing into the more lupine bark of a pup. He backed up nervously and took off for the deeper woods.
“Let him go. It’s you I really want. I can always catch the little varmint later. There. Do you feel it, wolf? The moon has come out to play. We can see what you’re truly made of now that you’ve become one of them.”
“Mason.” She struggled to her feet, her body broken and aching. He’d struck her, spelled her and worse, but she’d protected the boy and now he’d gotten away. A breath of relief spiraled through her.
“So… you do know who I am after all. Pity. I’m just going to have to snuff you out anyway.”
Joanie’s nose wiggled and she gasped as a strand of something popped free.
Oh shit. Had that been a hair?
No. A whisker.
She gulped, covered her mouth to hide the evidence and then she felt the peach fuzz covering her upper lip. If she didn’t change then maybe he wouldn’t kill her.
“Oh,” she gasped. This was happening. Like for fucking real.
Joanie’s body twisted into a giant muscle spasm and she fell into the dirt, weak and twitching. Joanie cried out as her fingers curved into claws and the fine sheen of hair on her body became the salt and pepper gray of a wolf’s thick coat.
The bones of her face reformed into a muzzle, her body twisting and contorting to fit her new shape, leaving her panting and exhausted.
Mason scrutinized her change, the smirk on his face complete when she finally scrabbled up to stand. On four feet instead of two, she bared her teeth at him. A low growl reverberated up her throat and she took a step forward, wishing she had hands and the damned Taser that lay in the pile of her abandoned clothes.
“Very nice.” He held out the wand but before he could act, a small form darted out of the shadows.
David.
He twisted between the man’s legs, downing him effortlessly. He growled, emitting a few short barks and lifted his face toward the moon.
Eyes shone in the surrounding darkness. A large black wolf trotted forward, eyes on her. She chuffed and he gave a sharp nod of his head.
Royce.
Oh God. He’d come.
He nuzzled the side of her neck and a growl resonated from his throat when she winced. The others surrounded the fallen witch, David retreating into their number.
Glenis emerged from the tree line and walked among the wolves, her face tight with anger. Her eyes glowed with the need to shift, but she stayed in her human form.
“Mason. To what do I owe this pleasure?”
“It’s true then. You mated with this… this beast.”
A large gray wolf nuzzled against her leg, teeth bared. She ran her hands through his thick coat and gave Mason a cold smile.
“Yes. Not that it’s ever been any of your concern. Now, you’ve caused harm to me and mine. Get out before I escort you bodily from the premises.”
He raised his wand. “I don’t listen to wolf lovers.”
“Suit yourself.” Glenis raised her hands, drawing power from the land around her. A wall of purple lightning slammed into Mason, knocking him back on his ass, the wand flying from his grasp.
Without thinking, Joanie darted forward. She scooped the wand up in her mouth and danced out Mason’s reach. She sidled up next to Royce and willed herself back into human form.
Her bones snapped and popped back into place. The fur receded and the glow of her white flesh in the moonlight made her breathe a sigh of relief. The shift had mended her. No cuts covered her skin and her ribs had healed where Mason had kicked her.
Swallowing a tearful breath of thanks, she stared at the interloper, not caring that she stood among her pack, naked as the day she was born. She was indeed one of them and no more did she try to deny it.
The wand tingled in her hand and she gasped as the magic reacted to her. She opened her palm to fling it from her but instead it clung to her, demanding her attention.
What was happening.
Royce whined and slid up beside her. She met his eyes and shook her head, letting out a panicked breath.
“Joanie, put it down.” Glenis snapped in her direction.
“I… I can’t.” The wood fused to her fingers, the energy of the implement merging with her spirit. She stumbled, her bare knees hitting the abrading crush of pine needles and debris.
Mason climbed to his feet, his face a mask of rage. “You dare.”
He flung out his hand but the magic he once had was no more. Staring at his hand in disbelief, he choked back a cry. Royce flung himself forward, jaws open wide. Mason screamed as he connected, his throat torn open.
The wolves closed in, pinning him to the ground as his screams echoed through the silent night. Joanie turned her back and Glenis came up behind her.
It was all too much. He deserved it, but it was hard to reconcile this new life. She glanced down at her hand and felt the thrum of the wild magic stirring in her blood.
“Come on. Let’s get you home.”
“Royce,” she called out and he emerged from the snarl of wolves. He shifted effortlessly and took her into his
arms. He gathered her to his chest and let the sounds of the night recede as the moon shone down and the blood of their tormenter fed the hungry earth.
Epilogue
“Royce, where did you say we were going again?” Joanie smoothed the bedspread down and gave Schubert a pat on the head. Her fiancée had been mysterious about what they were going to do tonight. After a month of living together in a new apartment they’d fallen into a routine. Her job at the library and his job at the hospital didn’t allow for too much in the way of social life but when they had time, they made the most of it.
“Hey, babe.” He ducked his head in to the bedroom, a dish towel in his hands.
“You washed the dishes.”
That was it. Something was up. Joanie put her hands on her hips and cocked her head. “Okay. Spill.”
“I thought we could go for a run.”
“Like in the park?” Her wolf perked up and she could barely suppress a shiver. Since they’d gotten back from pack headquarters it had almost seemed like they’d slipped back into their human selves without talking much about what had happened.
“Yep.” The new apartment looked out over a nature preserve of several acres, one of Royce’s stipulations when they’d picked it out. He tugged at his tie and let the dish towel fall to the carpet. He unbuttoned his shirt and let it fall.
“Ohh. Now that’s naughty.” She flicked the towel and shirt up off the floor with her fingers and went to hang them on the edge of the hamper in the closet. Turning around, she found him leaning against the doorway, the moon shining bright in his eyes.
“Or we could… you know. Stay in. Nice moves, witch girl.”
She was learning and, if he was good, she’d show him what other tricks she’d been up to.
“Mmmm. Let’s see where the mood takes us.”
He growled, pulling her toward him, his hands running along the outside of her skirt. Slipping his hand beneath the fabric, he sucked in a shuttered breath.
“My… aren’t we the naughty librarian?”
“I’ve been thinking about you all day.” She twisted in his arms and braced herself against the door frame, her ass in the air.
“Have you now?”
She heard the sound of a zipper and felt her skirt get whisked up over her bare bottom. The moon was almost here and her beast wanted this with a burning passion. Now. His hard cock pounding inside of her. Nothing else mattered. Not the kink he’d been promising her. Not the binge watching they were going to do on Netflix. Just this. Right now.
“I really should spank you. No underwear… what were you thinking?”
“About you.” She arched her back and he groaned.
“I keep wanting to bring you to Ventures to show you the spanking benches but I can’t get enough of you.”
“Tomorrow.” She reached blindly for him and he pushed against her entrance, taking her roughly against the closet door. He fucked her hard and she came crashing down around him. With the force of her new powers she teased his back entrance, making him roar out his desire as his hips moved with wanton abandon.
It was good, but not enough. Her teeth ached to break his flesh. Her wolf wanted to claim him as he’d marked her, and there would be no more waiting.
Not content, she tugged him to the floor.
“I need you. I want this.” She lowered herself onto his dick.
“Ride me,” he rasped.
And she did. Bucking like a wild woman, she howled, her teeth sharpening as she hovered on the edge. One more pulsing thrust and she fell on him as he shot himself deep inside her. They rode the wave together, her teeth imbedded in his shoulder.
Mine.
Ours.
Together.
The End
Stay tuned for the next Shifting Hearts Dating Agency novella coming soon to an e-retailer near you.
Cardiac Melody - Music of the Heart by Angelica Dawson
Contemporary BDSM Romance
Chapter One — Precarious Positions
Curtis smiled at the red ass in front of him. Alexa agreed to come over on relatively short notice, and he couldn’t be more grateful. The long and difficult week made him eager to replace bad memories with good.
Alexa bent over his dining room table, ankles and wrists cuffed to canvas straps that connected them beneath it. Her nails scraped on the smooth surface as he spanked her again.
“You like that, don’t you?” he asked, running his nails down her back and over her heated rear. He teased along her slit, opening her lips slightly, and then spanking again.
“Mmm, yes, sir. Yipe!” She enjoyed his treatment even though the pain was mounting. It was time to make her come again. Using his large headed wand, he stimulated her until she was writhing and then slipped his fingers into her pussy.
So wet and slick, he worried he wasn’t firm enough, that he should add more fingers. Alexa didn’t complain though, grinding into fingers and vibrator, her ass shaking.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck, yes.”
“Yes, sir,” Curtis reminded her.
“Yes, sir,” she said in a drawl that fit her moaning. “Yes, sir. Yes, yes, sir.” She planted her forehead on the table as her core tightened, and her shaking switched to more languorous thrusting. Her cries changed too, from high pitched whining to a low grunt.
Curtis held the vibrator a moment longer, slapping her ass with his free hand. That made three times he’d made her come; the first in this position, but the third for the night. His cock, free inside his loose shorts, throbbed with want and the tip was chill where he’d dampened the cloth. “I think it’s time I got myself off, don’t you?” he asked Alexa while he unclipped her wrists.
“Yes. Yes, sir. Please get off on me. Please use me.” Once free, she stood and stretched, arching back. “Fuck, that stings,” she muttered, rubbing her round bottom.
“Good,” Curtis murmured into her ear. “When you’re ready, bend over and touch your toes.”
Alexa took the moment to grab a nearby sports drink and take several gulps. Arching back one last time, she then bent double.
Curtis crouched beside her, clipping each wrist cuff to the corresponding ankle. “Steady?” he asked before moving.
“Yeah. Yes, sir,” she corrected herself.
He reached into his tool box of toys and pulled out wire coated in purple silicone. Squeezing the ends together, he slid the bend into her pussy using the purple arms to pin the lips open. Now when his balls swung up into her, they would connect with her clit every time. It should be a fantastic fucking for both of them.
Her dripping channel wasn’t what he aimed for. His plan was to bury himself in her ass, which should still be tight. Their play hadn’t ventured there much at all tonight.
Twisting, Alexa got a brief glimpse of what he had. “Where did you find that?” Alexa asked.
“A friend gave it to me. He said it was versatile and he wasn’t wrong. I could stretch your ass open with this too.”
Alexa shivered. “Will you?”
“Not tonight.” Curtis rose and tugged off his shorts. He squirted a blob of lube on Alexa’s asshole, using his fingers to spread it. Her ass resisted his probing, as tight as he’d hoped. Twisting his crooked finger around inside her, he kept at it until she moaned again, the puckered hole rolling in and out. He slipped one hand to her exposed clit and rubbed it while he finger-fucked her ass.
Rocking back and forth, she warned, “Fuck, sir, I’m going to fall over.”
“No you aren’t,” he promised, grabbing her hips and pulling them back. Shifting his own hips, he lined up and started pushing the head of his aching cock into her. He met the same resistance his finger had overcome, but he couldn’t just force his way in. That wouldn’t be kind to the woman giving him such a fantastic evening, yielding to him so completely. Using his finger again and adding a second, he managed to stretch her open.
“Yes, yes sir. Please, come in me.”
“Soon,” Curtis promised. He put the head of hi
s cock to her asshole and pushed through. He stilled with only his head squeezed inside her, while she squirmed and adjusted. “Ready?” he asked.
“No, but use me, sir. I am your fuck toy.”
Curtis slapped her ass lightly, a warning. “Not a toy. A beautiful piece of specialized equipment. Equipment designed to come. Come for me again, Lexy.”
“Yes, yes, sir.” She whimpered.
Holding her hips, he slammed balls-deep into her. The tight sheath fought his entry but fit deliciously when he overcame it. He thought he might be squeezed out.
Alexa screamed out and he worried he had hurt her. “Fuck, that stings. Fuck, fuck.” She devolved again into random cursing as her ass pulsed around him. It threatened to push him over, so he pulled out, took a breath and thrust hard again. Finding the way tight but unimpeded, he withdrew only to the head of his cock before bringing their hips crashing together again.
Alexa’s cries grew louder and sharper when his balls started really slapping her. She rocked so hard, so far, that she would have fallen over without Curtis’ support.
Slamming home again, her tight ass worked him into frenzy and he couldn’t hold off blowing his load for much longer. “Are you going to come?”
“N-no, not right…”
He wasn’t going to stop slapping her, stop fucking her, so she just had to catch up. He reached around her hip to pinch and pull on her clit, keeping himself deep in her ass. Rolling the nub between his fingers set her off.
Straightening, he held her hips and fucked while Alexa clenched. The tight ring drew the come out of him and he groaned, letting go of her hips in his climax.
“Gonna fall!” she shouted and he grabbed her before she could topple.
“Hold on, Alexa. I got you.” Crouching, he leaned her back into his shoulder and released the cuff from her ankle. She stepped out, regaining balance while he released the other.
“Holy shit.” Her skin shone with sweat where she rested her arms and head on the table. “I think I’m going to pass out.”
Curtis removed the wrist cuffs and dropped the pairs into his toolbox with one hand. The other rubbed Alexa’s back, smoothing away the beads of perspiration. “Okay?”