by M L Briers
“What are you waiting for my wolf?” Tilly challenged him in her own way and he moved his hips, the bulbous head of his cock pushed inside her, opening her tight inner walls.
She lifted her legs and locked them around his hips as she savoured the feel of him entering her further. He stretched the taut muscles around his length, demanding that they yield to his advance, and inch by inch he took her deeper and deeper.
He pulled back just slightly to let her inner juices cover his length and then he was moving deeper, filling her until she didn’t think she could take another centimetre. It wasn’t just the length, but the girth of his manhood that made her tense slightly beneath him. He brushed the rough pad of his thumb against her cheek as he gazed down at her intently.
“You were made for me Tilly, and I’d never do anything that you couldn’t handle, that you didn’t like.” His words were a growled reminder of the beast within, but this was the man, her man, her mate, and she knew that he was right… She was made for him.
He saw her will herself to relax, and she did, but instead of pushing in further; he just gently rocked his hips back and forth. Pushing his legs down into the mattress; he moved his pelvis upwards and moved back and forth over that sensitive spot within and without at the same time. The gasp of breath that she took in through her lips and the half moan that she let out was more than enough for his liking.
He took to moving faster, allowing her body to get used to the push and pull against her muscles inside, before he slowly entered her deeper with every rock of his hips. Her hands ran down his back and that simple touch created an intense shiver that ran down his spine. His growl deepened, but not as much as when her fingers curled against his skin and her nails left red welts down the length of his flesh.
His beast rallied within him. The wolf was definitely at the door and he wanted out. Luke allowed it a little leeway, but not enough that his fangs pushed all the way down.
“You like that…” She teased him with her words, but as her nails scrapped down his back once more; he reached behind him and snatched, first one wrist, and then the other. Catching them up above her head and holding those nails out of harm’s way.
“Too damn much.” He growled harder, deeper, it was almost an extension of the way his hips were now moving, the way he was taking her down his length. He filled her completely with every long thrust and her body accepted him without reservation.
“Mark me; claim me as yours right now.” She sounded breathless and he wasn’t sure if it was at the thought of feeling his fangs in her flesh or because of the way her inner muscles were tightening, or it could have been the knot that was building inside her.
“No…” The ridge above his nose furrowed into the cutest little lines that she had ever witnessed in her life and she wanted to reach out to touch them, but there was no way she could get her hands free. “I won’t cause you unnecessary pain…”
“I’m a witch, I prick my finger…”
“Not the same…” He really didn’t want to be having this conversation now of all times. He didn’t want her distracted by the mundane or the insane. If he was going to mark her rather than just bonding with her, he would have done it while she was lost deep inside a release, right now he didn’t see the need to mark her if he was going to bond with her.
“Luke, please…”
“Do you not want to bond with me yet, my little witch?”
“Yes, but afterwards…” Her eyes locked onto his and he saw the determination that burned brightly. He pulled her hands down further towards her head, but still he didn’t release them, and with one hand he fisted her hair and eased her head to one side to get better access to her shoulder.
Her eyes flared with the sight of his fangs elongating. He felt her inner muscles clench hard around his length and groaned at the pleasure that gave him. He leaned in and ran his tongue over the flesh of her shoulder and she gasped in a breath in anticipation.
“Don’t move…” He growled against her ear a moment before he turned his head and slowly closed his jaws either side of her shoulder. Then he pressed his fangs against the skin, careful to use minimal pressure, and felt the pop of her skin as his razor sharp fangs punctured the surface.
The taste of her blood on his tongue sent his beast wild and the animal roared inside him. They’d made a claim on her that couldn’t be denied. Her gentle moan didn’t go unnoticed and neither did the way that her body started to tense, he hadn’t stopped moving inside her the whole time. A heartbeat later and she found another release. He had to release his jaws to stop himself from biting down into her flesh and bonding with her there and then.
Luke swore out at the feel of her body trying to milk his of his seed. The hard clench and release of her muscles around his length almost unmanned him. He yanked his body backwards and pulled out of her and he tried to sooth the beast within.
“You like a little pain with your pleasure.” He growled down from where he rested on his hands and knees over her as she came back to him, and the sexiest smile took her lips even as she tried to regain her breath.
“I wouldn’t be made for you if I didn’t.” She chuckled.
A moment later and she found herself on her knees facing the wall. Her hands reached out and she gripped a hold of the top of the wooden headboard as she felt his hands grip her hips. He entered her slowly, pushing to the hilt and filling her up once more, and she moaned at the feel of him so much deeper inside her body than before.
“How much pain?” He leaned in and growled beside her ear. That sent a shiver right through her body that he couldn’t fail to notice.
“Let’s find out.” She offered back to him. “Let your wolf off his leash and we’ll see.” She teased him and got another growl for her trouble. She felt him pull almost out of her before he thrust back to the hilt, his hips hitting the luscious swell of her backside, and she moaned at the jolt of sensation that went straight to her womb.
“More, so much more, Luke.” She’d never begged a man in her life, but she was begging now. There was a background hum to her body that he created and that hum told her that she needed everything that he had to give to be truly sated now.
“Woman, you are going to drive me insane…” He growled out as he took her over and over from the tip of his length to the hilt and she moaned in the sexiest way that he’d ever heard each time his hips slapped against her backside.
He couldn’t contain his need a moment longer. One large hand left her hip and travelled up between her breasts as he pulled her shoulder blades against his chest as she arched to meet him, and the other went between her legs and found the sensitive nub of her clit. As the fever built up inside of him, the scent of her blood still remained in the air and mixed with the heady aroma of sex and sweat as he pounded into her.
She bit out a curse, followed by another. His length was rubbing back and forth over that inner nub of nerves in time with his fingers taking the outer one. She could feel her body tightening around his length, feel that knot getting tighter and tighter within her, and she bit out a warning a moment before every inch of her body was swept up in the intensity of the orgasm that tore through her.
Luke bit down hard and fast into the soft flesh of her shoulder. He felt her body tense hard and he held her back to him in a lock that he knew she couldn’t break away from. Her blood spilled out onto his tongue and down the back of his throat and he savoured every drop. His beast roared when they reached out and found that she was reaching back for them with her mind. The bond was made and it could only ever be broken by death.
Caught somewhere between his need to complete the bond and spill his seed deep within her and the protective nature of man and beast to take care of her, Luke released his fangs from her flesh and cleaned and sealed the wound with his tongue. Only then did he turn to his own needs and desires, desires of the flesh that couldn’t be sated without release. His hands went back to her hips and he nudged her knees further apart with his own as his g
rip tightened against her flesh.
Alf of her mind was on the release that was still throbbing through her body and the other half was on the knot that was starting to tighten within her again as he pounded into her. She knew that he was caught up in the bonding ritual and she knew that it was going to be one hell of a ride. She palmed the wall in front of her and pushed her backside out towards him, taking everything that he had to give and revelling in the demands that he was making of her body.
He was lost in her. The feeling of her inner muscles, still throbbing as they tightened once more around his length was exquisite. He didn’t even notice the moment that she tensed as another orgasm tore through her body and set her inner muscles into a frenzy around him length, sucking at it hard and fast and ripping the seed from his balls as he tossed his head back on his neck and howled with the ecstasy of their bond, of his orgasm.
Over and over, the head of his cock hit her cervix as his seed spilled out until he had nothing left to give. He thought he’d be sated, but it wasn’t enough. His length was still rock hard and he couldn’t seem to stop from taking her back and forth to the hilt over and again.
He reached for her and turned them on the bed. Pushing her body down against the mattress; he held himself over her as he acted on pure instinct. He could feel his balls tightening with the need to release his seed once more and he pounded inside her until he felt that rush of exquisite pain and pleasure that travelled through him as another orgasm ripped his body apart and threw him to the four winds. Every inch of him locked hard.
Tilly was too caught up in what he was doing to her as that knot turned to a sweet agony inside her. Every inch of her mind, body and soul locked onto the feel of him, and when she felt his seed explode against her cervix it was the thing that pushed her over the edge and sent her into a world where there was nothing but pure pleasure. Lost…
Found… She felt his arms about her body and heard his gently growled words as he soothed her back to him. The feeling of complete trust washed through her like the sun coming out after a storm.
“Are you back with me yet, my little witch?” He teased her as he felt her move in his arms, snuggle further against him.
‘Something like that.’ She told herself and heard his gentle chuckle against her ear.
“I hear you.” His words snapped her right back to reality.
“Well that wasn’t part of the plan.” She admitted, somewhat shocked by his admission.
CHAPTER TEN
“Your magic is strong and that means that the bond between our minds is stronger. I guess we got lucky.” Luke informed her.
“Lucky? Right. Can you turn it off?” She cocked her head back to look up at him and saw the amusement in his eyes and the damn sexy grin on his face.
“When we want too.” He offered and she frowned.
“Oh we want too.” She gave a sarcastic chuckle.
“Not all the time.” Luke brushed the backs of his fingers down her cheek and she felt that touch wash through her.
‘I like that…’ The words popped into her mind and he repeated the gesture.
“See, you really don’t want to turn it off all of the time, my little witch.” He chuckled and she frowned again. Then she realised exactly what he was talking about.
“ Sex.” She snuggled back against him.
“If you’re offering…” He ran his hand down over her shoulder and she shivered.
“You can let me catch my breath…” She snorted at him.
“I can do that.” Luke wrapped her in his arms protectively.
“Or you could let me have my fun this time.” She teased as she ran her fingernails down his chest and left little red welts all the way down. She was rewarded by another deep and very sexy growl.
“I can do that too.” He chuckled. “I’m all yours, do with me as you like.” He released her and stretched his body out in a lazy pose. Tilly pushed up and looked down on him with suspicion.
“Really?”
“I can’t promise that you won’t drive me to distraction and I might have to toss you onto your back and take over…” He gave a helpless shrug of his shoulders and she beamed him a smile.
“That sounds like a plan.”
Caleb stroked down Wendy’s back almost absently as his mind turned to the conversation from earlier. She was still a little breathless from their lovemaking and he could still taste her blood on his tongue, and yet something still nagged at his mind even as she lay against him.
“That’s not it, is it?” His thoughts spilled out without his mind being fully focused on the moment. Wendy tipped her head back to look up at him and a small smile played on her lips.
“I could go another round.” She teased him, but she didn’t miss the worried look on his face.
“Me too.” He seemed to snap out of it as he beamed her a killer smile.
“What’s on your mind, Caleb?” She pushed up in the bed and his eyes couldn’t resist taking in her naked body as they flicked down and then back up again as his length twitched back to life. He wanted her now even more than before.
“I read your mind, sweetheart…” He offered and saw a small frown skirt across her brow. She looked guilty of something, but he needed to know what it was.
“Caleb…”
“What’s coming, Wendy?” Caleb cut her off. He’d felt the wall go up between them and he wasn’t about to let her shut him out. He’d just mated with her and he wasn’t going to rest until he knew what danger might be lurking around the next corner.
She bit down on a sigh. It was going to be strange having him inside her thoughts now that he was in her bed. But he was her mate and that meant that whatever was coming they would have to face it together.
“Truthfully, I have no idea.” She admitted as she gave a small shake of her head.
“But it’s not going to be fun, right?” His tone dripped with sarcasm and she tipped her head to one side and berated him with a look. “I mean, why would fate or destiny, or whatever the hell it is, put all of you powerful witches together now, right?” Caleb pushed and she sighed again.
“I have the same theory. But I truly have no idea what it is.” She admitted once more. Caleb chewed that over for a long moment. Then he reached for her hand and turned her palm towards his lips, placing a gentle kiss there.
“I’ll be the one in front of you protecting you from whatever comes.” He offered and she smiled.
“I think this might just be a witch thing.” She offered back to him.
“Doesn’t mean I’m going to stand by and…”
“I know. Stupid vampire male ego…” Wendy teased him.
“You know it sweetheart.” He flipped her over onto her back and came down on top of her. “And you know that I’m going to have to tell Jethro about this, right?” He demanded her compliance.
“Right.” She wasn’t happy about it, but he was right. She didn’t know what was coming or which direction it would be coming from, but it was probably better that every set of eyes was looking for trouble rather than them being caught by surprise.
“And in the meantime, we should enjoy each other as much as you-being-human makes that possible.” He teased and got a girlie giggle back for his trouble.
“Now that sounds like something I want to hear.”
The End.
THE COVEN
RETURN
BOOK SIX
BY
M L Briers
And
A B Lee
Copyright © 2015 by M L Briers. A B Lee.
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may not be reproduced or used in any manner whatsoever
without the express written permission of the publisher
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Sometimes only magic will win the day…
CHAPTER ONE
Wendy felt uneasy. It wasn’t as if she was expecting another witch to pop up on her doorstep or fal
l into their lives bringing mayhem and trouble with her. She knew in her heart that the Coven was complete.
Six was the magic number in more ways than one, and although Tilly hadn’t yet taken that last step and joined her magic to theirs, she felt that it was only a matter of time before that happened. After all, fate had a plan and you’d be a very foolish witch to try to mess with fate. Still she couldn’t shake the feeling that something was about to happen, that trouble was indeed looking over her shoulder…
“Thinking of me?” Caleb’s smooth velvet tones startled her out of her musings as he appeared from nowhere behind her and placed his chin upon her shoulder. In some ways she had known that he’d been lurking as only a vampire can, and yet her mind was full of other things.
“Always.” Wendy gave him that smile, the serene one that didn’t quite reach her eyes, and he raised just one dark eyebrow at her when she looked back at him.
His hands took a slow slide around her waist, with one going up to the valley between her breasts and one going down towards her sex…
“Liar, liar, pants on fire.” He teased and she rolled her eyes on a sigh.
“Caleb, for the love of God…” She started and he berated her with a long gasp.
“In whom you don’t believe…” He pointed out with a smirk and a press of his hardness against her backside.
“Will you please stop reading my damn mind?” She groaned out. She would have growled if she’d been a Lycan she-wolf, and yet she’d never quite managed to pull that sound off.
“In truth, I wasn’t, so cast your aspersions elsewhere, witch.” He teased her again, and again she sighed.
“Then how did you know that I wasn’t thinking about you?” She raised her eyebrows and questioned him. That smirk of a look didn’t fade from his lips for an instant.