The Coven- Complete Series- Books one to Six.

by M L Briers

  “Perish the thought.” She dismissed it as she brought her eyes up to his again. They danced with the same colour fire that shone in her hair.

  “You’re going to be trouble, aren’t you?” Alex groaned.

  “Quite possibly.” She acknowledged her faults and hers in that very moment. “And you’re going to drag mud into the house and shed… stuff… everywhere…” She chuckled again.

  “That’s not funny…” He informed her and she chuckled again.

  “Wolves, no sense of humour.”

  “Witches, mischief makers.” He retorted and she nodded.

  “We can be.” She agreed. “Unless we’re otherwise occupied.” She tossed up a shoulder. Mischief danced her eyes once more.

  “And how can I otherwise occupy you so you give me a simple life?” He had an idea by the way she was swaying on her heels back and forth towards him.

  “Sex, sex and more sex…” She felt his hands drop to her hips and was yanked against his hard body in a heartbeat. Her hands palmed his chest and his hips met hers as his hardness pressed into her stomach, and he growled, oh boy did he growl…

  “Consider it done.” He gave her the sexiest damn wolfish grin she had ever seen and her womb did a little dance inside her.

  “Oh what have I done?” She grinned back at him.

  “Sweetheart, you’ve just unleashed the beast in me.” He teased before he claimed her lips with his own. One large hand roamed up her back and his fingers lost themselves in her hair. He snagged a handful around his fingers as he fisted it to keep her right where he needed her to be. His tongue ran the seam of her lips and he pressed inside.

  The first taste of her on his tongue sent his wolf yipping like a dog bitten by fleas. The animal wasn’t sure which way was up now that his mate was softening to them. He duelled with her tongue for dominance, but he had to admit that she was putting up a good fight of her own in that department.

  Her hands were against his back, pressing as her fingers curled into the hard muscles. He could feel her nails starting to claw down his body as if they were against his naked skin and he growled with the need for that. Naked, skin against skin, he had to feel her body the length of his.

  His hands started to rip and tear the clothes from her body, but she didn’t seem to notice… much. Somewhere in the recesses of her mind she was aware that he was going to have to replace everything that he’d killed, but she didn’t need to point that out now. Not when his lips were against hers, and not when every inch of flesh that he uncovered and brushed his skin against sent a jolt of pure electric to her womb. Oh what a happy womb it was.

  Naked except for her damn shoes… It rang a bell somewhere in her mind, but she dismissed it, especially when two large hands palmed the lush cheeks of her backside and he hoisted her up in his arms… wrapping her legs around his hips and pressing that rock hard bulge against her sex… He started to move off, but she had other ideas.

  “Sofa…” She rushed out as she tore her lips from his. His eyes flared at the thought and he took a step back and lowered her down onto the sumptuous cushions… Yea, that worked. Now let’s see what other commands he can follow… “Clothes off, I want to feel you naked…” She didn’t need to draw him a picture. He pulled his body back and started the fastest strip show in history. Her eyes couldn’t quite take in every inch as he tore off his own clothes and scattered them across the floor with the remains of hers.

  Yum, muscles… so many hard muscles to explore with my hands and my tongue… Where to start? Oh, look at the size of his… Hey…!

  He was crouched over her in a heartbeat. His hands caught her wrists before she could move a muscle to start her detailed inspection and he locked them down against the fabric with one large hand. She opened her mouth to protest…

  “That’s not…” He ducked in and went for one hard, aching nipple with his lips. Locking around it and sucking with a growl that vibrated to her very womb… Nope, that’s good… that’s all good. I can wait…

  Teeth nipped and nibbled, his lips suckled hard and then softly, and his tongue ran rings around and across her aching bud. Her back arched her breasts up like an offering to her sexy God and he growled once more as his other hand cupped the more than ample flesh of her other breast before his thumb and finger pinched, tweaked, and pulled the nipple into submission.

  She felt her channel flood with need, a wet need that drew his nose downwards. He let go of her wrists and locked his hands on her inner thighs with a growl that said he was starving. He thrust her legs wide open and delved in. Her stomach flipped, her sex sent a white hot jolt to her womb that she felt as a flush through the rest of her, and she moaned long and hard as he devoured her to the point where she wanted to come… Then he stopped…

  What? Why? Noooo!

  Her body climbed back down from the heady, needy high and she was about to let out a groan when he delved back in again. This time he pushed two thick digits inside her channel and her hips rose up of the sofa in pure delight. She clenched hard around those fingers and heard his growl of approval that vibrated against her clit.

  Oh crap, yes! She buried her hands into his unruly mane of hair and her fingers locked in place. You ain’t stopping this time… She would hold him against her body if it was the last thing she did.

  Alex knew he was going to have to give his mate what she needed the minute she started to wrench at his hair. He felt the need to chuckle at her wanton display of desire but he was too intent on making her first orgasm with him a memorable one. He stroked her inner flesh until she yelped with the pleasure of finding that inner nub of nerves caused, and then she was lost as his fingers moved faster, hooking inside her and stroking her to the very edge of reason. He sucked and nipped and stroked her clit with his tongue until she locked every muscle in her body tightly a moment before she arched up.

  She let out a sound he would gladly to die to hear again as her body quivered with the force of her orgasm. His thumb replaced his tongue and he drew his fingers out from inside her body and thrust his tongue deeply inside. The throbbing clench and release of her satin walls felt good, but not as good as the taste of her cream on his tongue. He swallowed and growled as the taste mixed with the scent and he was in heaven.

  He couldn’t get enough. Lapping inside her until he felt her hands at his hair again, yanking and twisting as she tried to pull him away. He growled in desperation to get more of her taste…

  “No-no-no… God stop…” She had the heels of her shoes buried into the cushions and she was pushing up and away from him. His hands clamped against her curvy hips and he yanked her back. “Stop-stop-or I’m going to kill you!” She ground out. She was just too damn sensitive…

  There was a moment’s pause as he regained himself and then he yanked his head back and stared up her curvy body at her eyes. His breath was coming in pants and he looked so much like a predator at that moment that her heart skipped a few beats in her chest as the excitement rose inside her. Never had a man looked at her like he was too hungry to contain himself.

  “Mine.” He growled as his hand hit the back of the sofa and he started to crawl up her body. She was draped over the damn cushions with one leg hooked over the back and nowhere to go as he caged her in.

  Oh my God I think I’m going to come just from the look of him… Those dark eyes, those muscles… that long, thick… damn I want that inside me…

  She went to reach for his length but his fingers locked gently around her wrist and he thrust her arm up over her head as he leaned down towards her. His breath was still panting and his nostrils flared as his eyes locked on hers. Her eyes filled with mischief.

  “Something you want, Alex?” She drawled in a voice that was so thick with sex that it hit him like a slap to the face. He blinked…

  “Mine, Eloise. You’re mine…” He growled possessively and she grinned from ear to ear. “I want to be buried inside you, Eloise… Deep, so damn deep…” He leaned in and nuzzled against her ne
ck, his tongue licking, stroking like it had against her sex. She felt the weight of his length against her inner thigh…

  “What are you waiting for?” She purred out and heard that growl again. She thought he’d go at her like a bull in a china shop, but he didn’t. He moved his hips and she felt the twitch of his silken tip against her channel. She wanted to thrust her hips upwards, but she was glad she didn’t when he pushed inside her so slowly that she felt every inch, every bump, every throbbing vein as it teased her wide, wider, stretching her body around his cock until she wasn’t sure that she could take anymore of him.

  “Alex…” She whispered his name on the air and felt his breath against her shoulder. Then she felt his lips, and blunt teeth bit down against her skin until she caught her breath. His gentle growl soothed her mind and body and she felt the push of his cock take her to the hilt. He released his teeth and stroked her skin with his tongue.

  “Mine…” He growled against her ear again as he rotated his hips and stretched her further around the thick girth. She was so full of him that she’d forgotten to breathe.

  “Yours, Alex, I’m yours…” She managed to get out on a shaky breath.

  He moved then. Pulling his hips back away from hers; taking his length from her body one inch at a time until he was almost out of her, and then slowly he pushed back to the hilt. The sound of her moan was so damn potent that it stoked his needs, his desire to hear more.

  He moved back and forth, over and over, taking her so tenderly, so lovingly that she could truly have wept. His kisses went from tender, to demanding and his hips followed suit. He was taking her body back towards another release and her inner muscles were tightening around his length making him grunt with each new effort to bury himself inside her.

  “So tight, so good…” He growled against her lips. “You’re perfect, Eloise. Made for my loving…” She felt his words stroking her soul the way his body was stroking her sex and she couldn’t asked for more from him as he locked his arm up against her back and lifted her shoulders from the cushions. “I need to bite, Eloise…”

  His canines pushed down from his gums with his beast rising up inside him. His hips moved faster against hers. Flesh slapping against flesh as he drove her towards the very heights of insanity as she craved release with each thrust. Her fingers clenched against his back, her nails clawed down and his beast reared up inside him…

  CHAPTER SEVEN

  “Bite… Coming…” She managed between clenched teeth as the feeling swirled inside her, overwhelming her a moment before she felt her whole body shatter with the intensity of the orgasm that tore through her.

  Alex bit down hard and deep into the flesh of her shoulder. The pained cry from her lips hit him hard with guilt and yet every inch of him revelled in the taste of her blood on his tongue. He swallowed hard and growled in pleasure. His beast roared within as he reached for her mind and was welcomed by her magic into her very soul.

  He released his fangs from her flesh and heard her whimper. His tongue cleaned and sealed the wound as best he could. The feel of her channel still gripping and releasing his cock was tormenting him in a way that her mouth would. He needed more, he needed release, and he pushed up onto his knees and reached for her, lifting and turning her body against the back of the sofa as he nudged her knees apart and pressed back into her flesh.

  Her hips pushed back towards his and he grabbed her curvy hips and held her in place as he started to move inside her. The sight of her lush backside jiggling when his hips hit it made him growl with a need to nip and bite into that flesh, but that would have to wait, right now she was squeezing and teasing his cock with her inner muscles and his need was great.

  Part of him was still mindful that she was human and he kept his claws sheathed as his fingers pressed deep into her flesh, but he couldn’t keep his hips from banging against her backside like a man possessed with the desire that gripped him to plant his seed within her. Growling and grunting out the sheer pleasure that he found within her, he could feel her body tensing around his length again.

  He let go of her hips and one hand wrapped around her waist and stretched up to cup her breast as he tweaked a hard nipple. The other reached between her legs and strummed over the swollen clit that made her moan even louder. His woman, forever…

  He felt the strain of his balls as he waited for her to find her bless first and the moment that it hit her his cock knew about it. Her inner muscles clenched and released so damn tightly that it massaged the seed right from his body, over and over; he buried his length to the hilt and spilled inside her. It wasn’t enough; it could never be enough between them.

  He tossed his head back on his neck and howled at the mating between them. His length still throbbed with desire, still hard with wanting her. He pushed her forward against the back of the sofa and leaned in over the top of her, riding her low as he thrust back and forth.

  God but she felt good, so good, and too good. He couldn’t get deep enough. He couldn’t press enough of his flesh against hers.

  “Eloise…” He growled her name over and over again.

  “Alex… don’t stop…” She could feel that release building once more. Still rolling in her mind and body from the last and yet she reached for the next as if it were the only thing that could save her. Her body was frenzied from her head to her toes, every inch of her clenched hard and then finally she heard him roar, felt his seed hit her womb and she split apart in a wonder of colour and feeling like she’d never known.

  Alex couldn’t seem to stop spilling inside her. He didn’t know his damn body could produce so much of his seed. The hard clenching throb that tore through him was ecstasy and agony that he wasn’t sure he could escape from. Unending pleasure that slowly receded back inside itself and rocked to a steady pulse within his heart.

  He gently snatched her up against his chest. Turning her in his arms as her head rested against his chest and she melted against his flesh. He lowered them down to the cushions and she laid over him like a ragdoll as he stroked down her back and eased her back to him with gentle growls and whispered words.

  “So much for the bed.” Alex chuckled and felt her fingertips pinch his nipple, he gave a tired yelp.

  “Be grateful I didn’t make you lick the sofa clean…” She scolded him.

  “Lick?” He growled only stopped when she tipped her head back to look up at him with heavy lids and a grin so mischievous on her lips that he couldn’t help but smile.

  “Be next time…” She stretched against him like a cat between naps.

  “Right…” He was already on his way to gaining back his full strength when he lifted her with him and tossed her body up into his arms.

  “What are you…?” She clung onto him for dear life…

  “Don’t like heights, there’s another thing I know about you to add to my growing list.” He stalked towards the bedroom.

  “I also have a foul temper and am liable to bite your damn kneecaps should you piss me off…” She warned but the feel of the mattress against her back made her ease her grip on him slightly as he nestled his hips against hers and propped himself up on his elbows.

  “As requested.” He grinned like the wolf that got the bunny right where he wanted it.

  “Requested?” She looked for elaboration.

  “Well you did say next time would be in the bed, and I’m all for that.” He teased her. “As long as you’re not hurt…”

  “Hurt?” She frowned and then gave him a wicked look. “Oh, you think you can break the little human mate, do you?”

  “Hopefully not break, but damage…” Alex assured her and she snorted.

  “Kind of lucky that you have a witch who knows healing…” She offered back with a sparkle in her eyes.

  “And a vampire with a ready supply of blood in his veins.” Alex offered and saw her grimace.

  “Let’s not go there unless I’m bleeding to death.” She shivered at the thought.

  “Another thing
I know about you. No vampire blood…”

  “No bloody vampires full stop.” She snapped back and he nodded.

  “We can work on that; Caleb’s a good man, even if I do want to rip his arm off and…”

  “Let’s change the subject.” She offered quickly and rubbed her hips against his.

  “I like that subject…” Alex assured her.

  Jethro groaned and growled at the sound of his enforcer’s mating howl. He knew exactly who was in the man’s cabin with him and the knowledge that the little witch was now part of his pack made his eyes practically swivel in his head. Two witches in town. What kind of trouble could they conjure up between them?

  Dale strolled out onto the front porch and gave a deep manly chuckle. As a pack beta he had more than enough on his plate keeping the unruly She-wolves in check, now he had a witch to deal with. The thought didn’t worry him so much, after all she was mated to one of the packs enforcers, and yet he could see the reservation on his alpha’s face.

  “And then there were two…” Dale gave a low breathy chuckle as Jethro groaned.

  “Twice the witches, twice the mischief.” Jethro acknowledged.

  “How much trouble can two witches cause?” Dale tried to reassure his alpha, but the scowl that Jethro tossed him over his shoulder said it all.

  “This is why I have a strict one witch policy.” Jethro growled.

  “We could always toss Wendy out of town.” Dale grinned and Jethro growled again.

  “No.” He offered and then scowled. “That woman could talk her way out of murder charge if she was standing over the body stabbing it with a ten inch hunting knife and screaming that she did it.” Jethro shook his head. “But if you want to tell her to leave…” He grinned at his beta. Dale shook his head.

  “I pass on that, but thanks for thinking of me.” He chuckled again at the thought of Alex being all gentle and mushy with his mate. It wasn’t something the pack was used to seeing. The man was an enforcer, growly and breaking things was in his nature. “Hope he didn’t break the little witch.” Dale offered and it was Jethro’s turn to chuckle.