The number one commandment in the Imohe duAnda, the witch bible, is Sha-Fea nơ, Harm None. I am Sosyè, or as humans call it... Witch.
Hey Mick! Um… You should probably pop open those bright shiny browns right about now… ‘Cause you are not going to believe what you see!! Seriously though Witcha’ you need to wake the heck up.
Her eyelids felt like she’d fallen asleep in a bed of cotton candy.
Your friendly Watcher, here to witness…everything you want to show me!
I heard that!
Flicking wings moving at the speed of light buzzed against her semi-conscious thoughts. Then the dark silhouette of a masculine form. A tiny human form. The same tiny human form that she’d seen in her peripheral vision since she’d turned 12 years old.
Of course that was the only way you could see a Watcher because they were never meant to be seen at all!
Why she, a normal law abiding American witch, had been blessed with the constant, irritating, presence of a Magkean Watcher she’d never know.
If the high pitched voice of the he-pixie wasn’t enough to wake her up, the rolling pinch of his giggle against her psyche was the last drop in a pot already overflowing with trouble. Mick’s eyes were suddenly unstuck. She blinked five times before her vision returned.
There were hands on her arms bracing her. She looked down, marveling at the muscled arms, well defined biceps, and broad shoulders before ogling high enough to catch on his face. Twit was right. She couldn’t believe it. A sharp jaw bent into a prominent chin that cupped lips so faultless that they looked drawn on.
“Hi.” Those lips.
He was beautiful. His head turned and he looked her fully in the eyes. The luminescent green orbs captured any wayward thoughts she might have let escape.
His hands shifted as their eyes met and she was startled by the static tingle the movement caused. She jumped, and would have leaned away if he hadn't been holding her in place.
"What is that?"
Yes… What is that? Rapid pixie giggles peppered her mind.
Hush you! Pixies are dumb. Stupid Dumb!
The flesh and blood male in front of her, gifted her with a quick flash of white and just the hint of dimples. The pixie induced ire slid right out of her head. Just like that. Magic.
His smile stuck in her mind, jarring memory that was reluctant to surface. He was familiar? She squinted at him. He was probably the hawt-est male she’d ever seen up close. Would she forget that? Not likely.
His hands made a slow caressing journey up and down her arms. She sighed, listing to one side. He felt so good.
“You feel so good.” Wait. Did she say that out loud?
He chuckled, smiling that easy smile again. “I could say the same about you.”
“Do tell.” She smiled back. Leaning closer she caught a hint of fresh pine and a musky supernatural undertone that was unmistakable.
That pretty much killed the magic idea. Werewolves couldn't do magic. She paused a moment waiting for the onslaught of emotions that normally came at the very mention of wolves. They didn't come. She felt safe.
Considering her history with wolf kind, she should have been screaming and reaching for the nearest weapon. Instead she wanted to rub herself against him like a kitten. Shock was an indistinct fuzz around her head. It knocked her back. Her eyes found purchase on the wall just over his muscled shoulder.
“Do I make you nervous? Are you afraid of me?” His voice was temptation incarnate.
She wasn't afraid, she didn't want to run, and she definitely didn't want to fight. Well unless you counted the burning need to wage war on his body with hers.
This was new.
He can't be a wolf.
She hadn't felt this easy with any male since it had happened. She forced herself to forget the very mention of it. Thoughts seeped from her mind anyway. She'd been running on high after meeting the hot guy in the bar. She'd been sure she'd see him again. She'd seen his pack instead.
Please tell me this is a dream.
"Should I be?”
“No. The last time I saw you, you were anything but scared. I distinctly remember you calling me hot-sexy man candy.”
That definitely sounded like her.
Fluttering wings. Come on Witcha’ you’ve been staring at the guy like an idiot for the last ten minutes. You want to get involved in this conversation? And you called me a freak?
Perv. I called you a perv not a freak. Keep it strait Twit Wit.
You love me. Admit it.
Her long suffering mind-sigh was the only response the tiny menace was going to get.
"Wait! Hot-sexy-bar-guy? You're hot-sexy-bar-guy! That was you?" It was too much. She had a sudden flash image of him from above, as he was feasting on her wet swollen... Oh Harthen! He was a werewolf. She waited for the familiar terror to slither its way up her spine. Deep breath. Nothing. She gave him a puzzled look.
Something about this male made her incapable of fearing him. He wouldn't hurt her. She knew it. Unable to resist she slid a soft palm over his cheek entangling her fingers in the soft hair at his nape. It really was him. He was here!
He smiled, revealing a cute little dimple.
"Yeah that's me." His smile was sweet and sexy.
The need to nibble on his bottom lip was almost irresistible. Mick looked away breathing slow and steady. It had taken him too long to find her. She blinked away the sudden urge to cry. After that night she'd craved him, dreamed of his touch. She'd had to kick him like a heroin addict.
Her thoughts would conjure him up at the weirdest times, and she'd wonder where he was, and worry about him. How was it possible that after spending less than an hour with him, he'd claimed her so completely? They hadn't even finished the deal, but his mark was on her heart just the same.
Now he'd finally decided to show up, and instead of being....what?....mad? She was so damn happy to see him she could hardly breathe.
What was up with that? It had taken her five long torturous months to forget him. She'd filled every moment of her days with activity, and forcefully removed any thoughts of him from her mind, until he'd finally blessedly faded. She'd been ruthless, determined to be free of whatever hold he had on her. She thought she had succeeded. She couldn't have been more wrong.
She moaned, arching into him as his lips made a meandering journey over her throat and around the edge of her jaw. Finally having him inside her would be absolute heaven.
"It’s been six months! You just show up after six months? Who does that?"
"It took me a while to find you." Pause. "The pack kept getting in the way. I'm glad I caught you when I did. I'd hate to have to kill any of my pack mates because they were trying to claim what's mine. The heat can make a wolf do crazy things." He punctuated that claim with a whisper soft kiss against her swollen lips.
Mick wrapped her legs around his waist, running her hands lazily over his rock hard body. "Yeah that's it baby. Blame it on the heat." She kissed his smile, rocking herself against him in a slow sensuous rhythm. "How much did you miss me?"
He preferred to show rather than tell. His lips found hers again, his tongue gently tasting the edges before delving inside. He put his soul into the kiss, giving and taking, caressing and basking in her heat. He’d missed her more than air. He pulled away slowly, leaving her gasping and clinging to him. Her eyes were wide and she was silent for several moments after.
"It is really a good thing that none of your pack mates found me. I might have mistaken one of them for you. I mean it’s been so long...." She ran the tips of her fingers over his collarbone, teasingly tracing the dips and ridges. She felt him tense before he spoke.
"You mean to tell me that you had no idea who I was and you let me catch you like I did!"
Uh oh. A little hot under the collar are we?
"What the hell were you thinking? I could have been anyone! What if it hadn't been me? What if one of the pack had caught you first?"
The vibrant jade of his irises had spilled into the white in that uncanny way they did when magic was being called. She heard a discordant sound like glass being shredded and realized that it was his claws digging into the tile of the bath.
"Hey. Hey. Hey! I told you I didn't know what was happening. I couldn't control it either, don't blame me captain claw this isn't my fault!"
She ran a hand through his spiky black hair. She just couldn't resist, he was even hotter when he was mad. Uh oh. Could she blame that on the heat? He pushed his head into her hand like a cat, and he seemed to calm down a little.
"How could you not have known?”
"Beats me dude. All this is completely Greek to me."
"Have you ever been in heat before?"
"Not that I know of."
"I would have known," dark eyebrows bent low over jade irises, "Do you know anything at all about werewolves?"
"Not really. No."
He sighed long and loud at that. "How is that possible? You're a federal agent. No don't answer. Look females go into heat every year, it lasts about a month. They usually go into seclusion if they aren't mated, so they won't be claimed by the wrong wolf."
"Oh. Well like I said, I didn't know."
"What was that?" That hadn’t been Twit speaking into her mind.
Twit are you having a party or what?
Mick frowned. The pixie was unusually silent.
"What?" The wolf looked confused.
"Nothing. So were you stalking me or something? What were you doing in the forest?"
"I was trying to catch you. You were lucky I found you when I did. Like I said, we'd be in one hell of a mess if you'd run into any of my pack mates."
"How did you know where to find me? I was on assignment." Uh oh. A little too much info Michaela. She wondered just how much this guy did know about her.
"I know everything about you."
She shook her head.
"Yes, Mick Mune'Dust."
She shook her head again but he continued as if he hadn't seen her.
"...full channeling witch..... werewolf."
"No, I...who are you? I mean besides being hot-sexy-bar-guy? I'm not a werewolf. I can't be. I'm a witch and wolf and witch don't mix. No one has ever survived the change." Present company excluded, but he didn't need to know that.
"It's alright.” He slid one hand behind her head, cupping her nape. “Baby....when I found you, you ..." He stopped as if he couldn't say anything more.
"Look I am NSA, which means outside of Werewolf dominance and which also means you can't touch me. Besides I've never changed into a werewolf, so you don't really have any reason to think that I ever will."
That was true. She hadn't ever changed but not because her body hadn't wanted to. She figured what he didn't know wouldn't hurt him. She’d really like to avoid that whole pack property clause of the Supernatural Adjustment Maintenance Act.
Man, sometimes the secret laws sucked the big fat one. Of course she wouldn't have a job if it weren't for those laws, so she really shouldn't complain. She was what amounted to a supernatural cop, policing and protecting the MagKaen. She worked for the Supernatural Adjustment Maintenance Office, SAMO for short.
"I know," he said sighing, "Because you are my mate."
She stared into his eyes, her mind suspiciously blank. She pushed from under him and reached for her towel to cover herself. This was more than she could take.
It had been six months since she'd last seen him. Why was he claiming her now? It seemed just a little bit strange for him to show up after all this time. The pack obviously didn't know for sure if she'd been turned, because if they had she'd have disappeared in the middle of the night long ago. Females were not left to have independent lives.
If this guy knew all this about her then she was in trouble. But if the pack knew so much, why hadn't they taken her before now? She looked at the wolf in her bathroom, her eyes catching on the hard muscle etched body, the soulful hypnotizing eyes. He seemed sincere, and she couldn't deny the strong feeling of connection that she felt with him. Had he been protecting her from the pack? Was that something that mates did?
“I’ll always protect you.”
She blinked and he was there, taking the towel from her hand and letting it fall to the floor. He pushed his body fully against hers. The full masculine potency of him sank into her skin making her dizzy with desire. He kissed her, tongue sliding against hers as his hands explored her every curve and cleft. His fingers spidered down her back, and she gasped, clutching the hair at his temples in her hands.
“Want you.” She sucked his bottom lip between her teeth and he growled his pleasure.
“Can’t wait to be inside you.” His hands gripped her bottom, grinding her against his erection. “Can you feel how much I want you baby?”
She groaned into his kiss, sliding a hand between them to grip the turgid evidence of his desire.
“Yes.” She smiled a mysterious smile. Releasing her legs from his waist she slid down his body, tonguing every inch of skin she encountered. She continued down his body, gently rasping his skin with her nails, until she had the full swollen beauty of his cock just inches from her face.
“My turn?” She looked up at him through the haze of heat induced lust, and had to admit that she’d be here offering this even without it. He was simply everything she’d ever wanted in a man.
He cupped her chin in his hand, bringing her eyes to meet his.
“I know this is happening fast. You just smell so incredible… I need you. I need to claim you. Do you understand?”
She nodded, one hand beginning a steady massage of his upper thigh.
“I need you too.” His body shivered at her words, his hand fisting before sliding into the hair at her temple.
“Show me.” His voice was rough and ragged, want bringing the wolf out.
She tasted him with the tip of her tongue, sighing at the delicious taste of his arousal. He was warm and smooth in her hands, the skin like silk as she gripped him in her palm. He slid between her lips, and she suckled him gently at first, then with more force.
“Suck me baby.” He growled low and guttural. One hand pressed against her nape while the other reached down to tug on the distended tips of her nipples. She guided his hand with her free one, cupping his fingers around the generous globe of one breast. He followed with the other cupping both in his hands, squeezing gently, kneading the sensitive orbs with his fingers.
She moaned, taking him deep, swallowing around him, while she cupped the weight of his balls in one hand. His hips shifted under her ministrations, thrusting just slightly with each profound suction of her hot wet mouth around him. It was all he could do not to thrust fully into her.
She savored him, tasting his essence, and taking it inside her. She was lost in him, needing his pleasure, wanting his orgasm more than she’d wanted anything in a long time.
“Enough.” He lifted her, groaning as she reluctantly allowed him to slide from her clasp. He carried her the few steps to the bed and laid her on the soft mattress. She reached for him, open and willing, her body swollen and needy. He ran a hand from the base of her throat to the small patch of hair just above her pussy.
“I claim you as my mate.” He lowered his body over hers, kissing her lips once, and then pulling away. “Your soul enters mine, it completes me.” He continued on in another language that she didn’t understand. But she understood somehow, the vow being made, the promise of lifelong commitment. Then he was settling between her thighs the broad tip of him delving between the moist folds of her sex.
“Tell me to fuck you. Tell me to claim what’s mine.”
She bucked underneath him her hands gripping his shoulders as she fought to force him inside her. The words were torn from her throat.
His reaction was brutally swift. His face contorted with desire, his incisors elongating, as his eyes glowed like golden lights in the dim room. He brought her palm up, kissing the soft skin, and pricked her against sharp teeth. His tongue was there immediately soothing the small pain, taking her blood into him as he licked the wound.
Then he began to thrust. His entrance was a thick invasion in her needy channel. She gave a short yell, overwhelmed with the feeling of him claiming her body with his. She rocked against him, meeting him thrust for thrust. Working herself around him, trying to wring every ounce of pleasure from each and every spine tingling plunge.
She kissed him, wild with the frenzy of her first heat mating. She nibbled at him, tasting his desire on her tongue. She licked, sliding his ear through her teeth, as she clawed the skin of his back. She needed more. Pushing her hips against his she rolled him to his back. Her knees straddled his hips and she sank down on him again, crying out at the more intense angle of his cock inside her.
His hands gripped her hips, guiding her motions, keeping them in the most intimate contact.
“Yes baby. Ride me.” He leaned up, suckling one nipple, and then the other. His hands made their way up her back caressing the damp skin a she strained against him. She growled in frustration, twisting desire deep in his belly. His mate was so fucking hot.
He wrapped her in his arms, trapping her against him. She struggled, trying to maintain the rhythm of their lovemaking. He took her mouth with his, melding their tongues, as he began to thrust up into her hungry slit. She rocked against him and he released her to hold her hips immobile with both hands.
He fucked her from below, angling his hips to create the most friction where she needed it. She keened her pleasure, arching her back as her hands found purchase on the muscles of his shoulders.
Almost there. He waited, thrusting steadily, his eyes holding hers from inches away. She was close. He could tell by the teasing tremors he felt in her pussy. She squeezed him inside her, her body building to the breaking point. He increased his pace, his hands pulling her closer to increase the friction on her swollen clit.
She started to come, her body milking his, pushing him over the edge. He slammed his power into hers melding their power into one. The wolf rose inside him demanding to participate, to claim what was rightfully his. She responded in kind, her power answering his mingling between them in a rapid stream.
The wolf rode the wave searching for his partner in her. Where was her wolf? He touched the luminous bands of energy that were binding them together, and it wrapped around him pulling him inside.
Then something went wrong. The bands broke, rending the connection almost completely. His wolf was ejected from their bond as her body rejected him, fought against the melding of his power with hers. She screamed, the after image of pleasure a caustic reminder of what had just slid from their gasp. Then there was pain. Mind shattering, soul splitting pain.
He released her, cutting his power, and she slid from his grasp.
“No.” His voice was hoarse.
She fell back from him, her eyes filled with longing and terror. The two emotions battled within her, shining from eyes wet with intensity. She reached for him, but shuttered, her body curving inward as if shielding a wound. She covered her face with one hand, shaking her head. Then she kissed him softly, whispering words against his lips.
She disappeared in a swirl of orange blossom scented air.