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Emily & Julia
Prologue
Orkney Islands, Scotland
June 20, 1215
He swung
her petite body around to the music, her feet barely touching the ground. Just
as he released her, she stepped away and smiled. It was a smile he knew so
well, one that had his body filling with excitement. “What are you going to do,
Pixie?”
She turned
away from him, laughing, and began to run, her golden hair whipping around her
face as the wind blew through the long tresses. All around them, the
festivities continued on, the clan members dancing, drinking, and being merry.
Everyone was celebrating the Summer Solstice, as only a proud Highland clan
could. He tossed back his head and howled, letting his wolf out just a bit to
enjoy the chase.
The two
young lovers ran through the crowd hand in hand, the top of her head barely
reaching his shoulders. The laughing, shouting, and music were at their peak
for the evening, allowing their exit to go unnoticed. He reached her just as
she arrived at the front of the castle. “I caught you, lass.”
“No, my
gentle wolf, if you want me, you have to do better than that,” she said with a
laugh, just before she pulled her hands from his and raced to the castle door.
She was inside and heading toward the kitchen before he even stepped through
the door. Her scent called to him, called to the animal within him, as he
followed behind her.
Up the
backstairs she traipsed, allowing him only a glimpse of her green skirt as she
reached the landing. He could catch her if he wanted, could be on her, in her
right then. Instead, he slowed his pace just a bit and allowed his inner beast
to enjoy the chase a little longer. By the time he reached the top of the
stairs, his cock started to ache.
He rushed
down the hall, eager to claim his prize, but she was nowhere in sight. Her
scent filled the air, letting him know she was near, but with each empty room,
his wolf eased closer to the edge. “Pixie? Come out, come out, wherever you
are,” he sang with a chuckle.
A giggle
grabbed his attention, and he turned just in time to see her heading up to the
third floor. He reached her before she even had a chance to step on the
landing, pulling her hand into his. They raced down the corridor, needing to
get out of sight. Within moments of turning the corner and coming upon his
chambers, he was on her, slamming her up against the wall.
“You know
better than to run from me, my love,” he stated while pinning her hands above
her head and licking down her throat.
“But, you
so enjoy the chase,” she teased, trembling in his arms. She moaned as his
tongue continued toward her chest, breath heaving out of her in anticipation of
what was to come.
He ran his
rough tongue over her covered nipple, causing it to plump with need. “Yes, but
you know that chase must not go on too long, or my wolf will want to come out
and play.”
“Just as
you know that I cannot resist him any more than I can resist you. I love how
worked up you get for me during the chase.” She panted. “I want you and your
wolf desperate and aching for me, and the chase never fails to give me what I
want.”
He lifted his head up from her breast and
growled. “You know I cannot control myself when you do that. I would never
forgive myself if I were to get out of control with you.” He sighed, breaking
away from her. “I could hurt you. My inner animal wouldn’t mean to, but it
could happen.”
“That
would never happen,” she said, trying to reach for him again.
He backed away from her hand and shook his
head. “It could, Pixie. I could kill you, and that would surely kill me, too.”
He walked through his chamber, heading toward the bed, and heaved himself on
top of the furs with a grunt.
“Oh, come now. Don’t sulk,” she purred,
climbing on top of him and grasping his handsomely rugged face between her hands.
“You know I don’t truly believe you would ever hurt me. I apologize if I pushed
you too far.” She leaned down and sucked on his bottom lip, causing a groan to
slip from his parted mouth.
“I cannot
risk harming you before we have even announced our upcoming marriage to the
pack, before I have claimed you as mine,” he said with a smirk. “What would
they think of me if I ravished you to death before I had even made you my wife,
my mate in their eyes?”
“Good
thing we will never have to find out, my love.” She slowly released his lips
and, standing from the bed, loosened her skirts. As they pooled on the floor
around her, he released another low growl and grabbed her, flipping her
underneath him on the bed.
He briefly raised himself off her to tear his
own tunic from his chest. She sat up slowly, sliding her hands over his
muscles, and smiled up at him. “The only way you can hurt me is by not loving
me.”
“Nothing
could stop me from loving you.” His mouth slammed down on hers, devouring her
with his lips and tongue. His canines descended, biting down on her sweet
mouth, his beast wanting a taste of its mate. He could never get enough of her
taste, and neither could his other half. No matter how long they were together,
no matter how many times they came together in such a way, it was never enough.
They both knew in their souls, it would never be enough.
They
continued to undress each other in haste, desperate to touch one another. This
was how it always was between them. Each time they came together, they were
unable to control their urges. It was primal, their being together as destined
mates.
“Please” she begged, running her nails over
the corded muscles of his back. “I cannot wait any longer.”
“You’re so
needy for my cock already?” he asked as he licked and nipped down her body.
“What if I am not ready to take you just yet? What if my wolf wants to play
with you, like you played with him?”
Her back
bowed off the bed in pleasure as he kissed along the top of her pubic bone. She
moved her hands through his dark brown hair, pulling as she went. “Ah!” she
cried as he licked up her soaking wet slit, circling her clit as he reached the
top. Nipping on her nub, he looked up at her. “I love the taste of you, lass.”
He devoured her as if he would never get enough,
and in part, that was the truth. She was made for him, for both him and the
wolf that lived within his soul. Every part of her called to him on a baser
level, called to his beast. Her scent, her taste, and her cries of passion all
made him into a starving man. In all his years, he had never felt this. He had
never wanted a woman as much as he wanted his Pixie. She belonged to him
completely—body, heart, and soul.
At last, she came with a cry, and he continued
to lap up every drop of her orgasm. When he was satisfied that he hadn’t missed
a drop, he slowly slid up her body and slammed his mouth to hers. She devoured
his lips, enjoying the taste of herself on his tongue.
Although
she had just come, she still wanted him, and was desperate for him to quench
the thirst that only his cock could. “Please, take me.”
He dug his hands into her hair and continued
to ravage her mouth as he slid his cock up and down her dripping folds. He knew
the longer he made her wait, the more frantic she would be for him. He loved
nothing more than turning her into a begging mess of a woman. “You will take
what I give you.”
“Ugh,” she growled, fisting his dark locks in
her hands. “Please, I beg of you, no more. I need you,” she cried out as she
let go of his hair to dig her nails into his ass, pulling him toward her
sopping wet entrance.
He slowly
leaned back on his haunches while pinning her hands back above her head.
Growling low in his throat, he was positive that his cock had never before been
so hard. He stared into her eyes as a cocky grin spread across his face.
“Is this
what you want, love?” he asked as he slipped just the tip between her tight
folds.
“Yes!” she
cried out, writhing below him. She needed to be impaled by his huge cock. She
was positive she needed this now more than her next breath. She tried to lift
her hips, anything to get him deeper inside of her, but he used his body to
block her movements, drawing out the pleasure as long as he could abide.
He slowly
worked himself into her tight sheath, inch by inch, resisting every urge of his
wolf half that wanted to slam deep into her depths. Instead, he controlled the
animal inside, keeping his pace slow and gentle while nipping at her
throat.
Below him,
she was nowhere near as in control, and she fought him to get the use of her
hands back so that she could urge him on. “Harder,” she mewled, desperate for
him to pound into her, as she knew he wanted to. “You know you don’t need to be
so gentle with me. I am more than capable of taking everything you can give.”
He looked
down upon his beautiful mate and shook his head. Instead of listening to his
impatient little Pixie, he continued his slow, torturous assault upon her body.
He loved when she got this worked up for him. There was nothing better than
having his woman begging him for his cock.
Finally,
she’d had enough of the torture, and decided to take things into her own hands.
He forgot she knew exactly what would cause him to break. She knew the tricks
to get him to crumble and give into their needs. As he moved down to attempt to
ravish her mouth once more, she bit down on his lower lip until the coppery
tang of his blood filled her mouth.
The
creature within him roared, fighting to get out. He reared back, stunned by
what she had done. She had always had a tendency to push him to the edge of his
limits, but never had she become so aggressive to get him to snap his level of
control. He looked down at her, his canines extending even further, and
snarled. “Now you’ve done it.”
He thrust
into her all the way to the hilt as she cried out from the feeling of being
stretched. “Is that what you wanted? You were so ready to have my cock inside
of you that you had to take matters into your own hands?” he asked as he drove
his cock as deep inside of her as possible.
Her eyes
rolled back in her head as she cried out with the force of her orgasm. “Yes!”
she screamed. “More please. Please, give me more!”
He
suddenly pulled out and flipped her onto her stomach, yanking her onto all
fours and impaling her with his cock. He growled, along with his wolf, when he
felt her juices dripping down his legs. His Pixie loved nothing more than for
him to dominate her, and dominate her he would. Placing his hand between her
shoulder blades, he pushed down until she was face down on the bed with her ass
up in the air. He buried his other hand in the bountiful flesh of her ass, and
continued his brutal torture on her pussy.
She
greedily pushed back onto him, desperate for more. “Yes. Please, more.”
“So
greedy, my love,” he grunted into her ear, his other half fighting for
dominance. “Do I not fill you enough? Are you not yet filled to the point of
bursting?”
“Never,”
she panted. “No matter how many times I have you inside me, it is never
enough.”
He removed
his hand from her ass, reaching around her to stroke her clit. At the pace with
which they were going, he knew he wouldn’t last much longer. He could already
feel his heavy sack pulling up toward his body with the urge to come.
As he
circled her clit with his fingers, she threw her head back and came with a cry.
Her pussy clenched his cock, pushing him towards the brink. He slid into her
once more before letting out a ferocious roar, then reared back and struck her
on the neck, sinking his teeth in deep to give her the mating bite she so
desperately wanted.
As he bit
down on her flesh, she continued to orgasm around him until the point of no
retreat when he could take no more. As her shudders slowed, his inner beast
howled inside his mind, letting him know that he had once again claimed their
mate. She would be theirs forever.
He relaxed
his bite on her neck and reared back with the urge to come. Driving in one
final time, he came with a growl, pouring his hot seed deep inside of her until
he had no more left to give.
As he
slowed his rhythm, allowing them both time to come down from their orgasmic
high, she collapsed face first on the bed. He gently lowered himself to blanket
her naked body, brushing her beautiful golden hair off her face and nuzzling
his face into the crook of her neck.
She slowly
opened her eyes and blinked, smiling with complete and utter contentment as he
continued to nuzzle her neck. “I’m yours. I will always be yours.”
His eyes
flickered, the beast half of him letting her know he was there, too. “You’re
ours.”
“Yes, I am
both of yours, the man and the wolf.” She
ran her hand over his stubbled cheek and smiled. “That was amazing,” she
continued on a sigh. “I must make you chase me more often.”
He slowly
rose up off her with a chuckle. “Ah, my little vixen, you will never learn,
will you?”
“Why on
earth would I learn, if that is the punishment I receive?” she asked as she
looked over her shoulder and winked.
He leaned
forward and placed a gentle kiss on her lips. Rising further, he said, “I love
you more than life, more than my next breath, but I’m fairly certain you will be
the death of me.”
She smiled
at him as she sat up and caressed his cheek. “Well, I guess it’s a good thing
that, no matter where you go, whether it be death or not, I am bound to follow
you.”
“Ah, yea,
forever. No matter how much we torture each other, we can always count on
that,” he replied with a laugh, reaching over to place a gentle kiss on her
lips.
“I’ll be
right back, my gentle wolf.” Pushing against his chest, she crawled from the
bed. Not bothering to cover herself, she went behind the privacy screen.
He let out
a loud yawn as he waited for her, forcing his eyes to remain open. As the
minutes ticked by, he rolled over in the bed and looked toward the screen,
wondering what was taking her so long. “Are you coming back to bed, my heart?
I’m tired, lass, but I’m fairly confident that I am ready to take you again if
you tempt me,” he claimed with a smirk as he palmed his already hardening cock.
Ah, now, that’s the joy of being part
wolf, he thought.
As he lay
there, gently stroking himself, she rounded the corner of the divider with a
brilliant ruby red robe made of the finest silks barely hanging onto her
shoulders—a gift he had given her the night he made her his own.
She
stopped a few paces away and looked upon him with eyes glossing over with desire.
“What makes you think I’m in need of you again so soon?” she quipped, nibbling
on her bottom lip.
“Yes,
don’t try to pretend you’re not as desperate for me as I always am for you,” he
stated, fisting his hand around his hard length. “Come, love. You know you want
to hop onto my cock and allow me to ravish you once more.”
She
continued across the room at a leisurely pace, hoping to irritate the animal
within him. When she came to stand at the foot of the bed, she stopped and
allowed her eyes to roam over his gorgeously muscled body. “You’re right. I’m
always ready for you.”
“Well,
come now, then. Don’t make me get up and chase you again,” he said with a
growl.
Instead of
coming to him, she continued to stand at the foot of the bed. He started to sit
up, wondering what type of game she was playing, when he noticed the sheen in
her eyes was no longer a look of desire but a look of horror.
“What,” he
barked, a chill prickling his skin. “What is it, my love?”
Her lips
parted as if to respond to his question, but no sound came out. Suddenly, she
began shaking her head back and forth, the look of horror upon her beautiful
face growing more severe by the second.
He lunged
forward, clambering across the bed to reach her, frantic to get that look off
her face and just make her move. Moving to the end of the bed in seconds, he
reached out to drag her to him. Instead of grasping her soft skin, he slammed
up against an invisible barrier of some sort.
“No!” he
roared, pounding his hands upon whatever it was that kept her from him. He
allowed his wolf to partially take over, his claws bursting forth from his
fingertips. He struck out with everything in him, gouging at the barrier,
desperate to get to her. Wild with panic and on the very verge of falling apart
altogether, he let out a loud roar, realizing that even his claws could not
break the barrier. “What sort of witchcraft is this?”
All of a
sudden, he caught a glimpse of movement out of the corner of his eye, and
stopped his wild attempts to reach her, panting for breath from his panic and
rage. His warrior training kicked in, and he went for his sword. As soon as it
was in his hand, he searched the room. Nothing else was there, however, only
his Pixie.
She was
standing on the other side of this mysterious barrier, with her hands reaching
out, palms flat, as if they were resting on a pane of glass. She looked up at
him with tears in her eyes, and mouthed the words, “I love you.”
He slammed
his hands to the barrier, on top of where hers should be, but instead of
feeling her silky soft flesh, he felt nothing but ice-cold hardness. “No, no,
no!” he roared, shaking his head in denial as tears built in his eyes. “No,
Pixie, you hold on. I will get you. I will get you out of there, my love.”
She
continued to stand there with her hands up, palm to palm with him through the
invisible barrier. The tears that appeared to be silent from his end were now
pouring down her beautiful face. She slowly started to shake her head no, and
as she shook from side to side, her silken hair swinging around her shoulders,
she began to fade. She faded to nothing right before his very eyes, slowly at
first, then faster and faster. Unable to react, unable to attempt to free her,
he stood there, frozen in utter horror. A sob built up in his throat, and as he
tried to resist the urge to let it loose, he blinked. When he opened his eyes,
she was gone.
He reached
out, wanting to fight the witchcraft that held her prisoner. Instead of hitting
the wall that was her prison only a moment before, he stumbled through and
crashed to his knees, his palms slapping against the stone floor. His hands
moved across the floor as he searched for her, but alas, they came up
empty.
He knew he
should call his warriors to his side, but he could not force himself to leave
the room and possibly miss the chance of finding his mate. He searched his chamber for what felt like
hours, but there was nothing to be found. Finally, he had to admit his mate was
gone, having vanished before his very eyes. He slowly sat back on his haunches,
bringing his fist up to his mouth to stifle the agonizing sobs trying to break
free.
In a fit
of fury, he stood and grabbed the closest thing within reach. The wooden chest
sailed across the room as he whipped it with all his might. Before it had even
landed, he moved to the next object, hurling it across the room in his
fury.
Within
minutes, the room was completely and utterly destroyed, just like his heart. He
stopped his savage rampage, looking wildly around the room before collapsing to
the floor. He laid there, still naked as the day he was born, grasping at his
deep brown hair, pulling at it with desperation and pain.
Suddenly,
he rocketed up to his knees, threw his head back, and screamed. He felt as if
his soul was being torn from his body, the loss of his mate leaving him utterly
broken. He screamed with everything he was worth until his screams became those
of howls as he freed the creature from within. The beast’s pained howls
continued on for what seemed like forever, alerting the clan still down below
at the festivities to the pain-filled cries of their pack mate.
Before his
wolf was even able to gasp for breath and release another howl, he shifted
back. Blackness tightened in on him, bringing on a magic-induced sleep.
Fighting to remain conscious, he laid there, determined to keep his eyes open.
Just as
the darkness overtook him, he could swear he heard a woman whispering in his
ear. Through his pain and bewilderment, it sounded like she was saying, “You
may have won the war, but this battle, this battle is mine.” As the last of the
whispers quieted, he tiredly gave in and closed his amber hued eyes.
After his
servant shouted for help, the pack Alpha ran into his son’s chamber in a state
of panic. He stumbled over the remains of a wooden chest, as he stepped next to
the bed. Only then did he see his son in a state of what appeared to be deep
sleep upon the floor.
They would
never find out what happened that fateful night, or what rage caused him to
destroy his chamber. Instead, when he awoke the next day, it was as if he was
waking from a drunken stupor. In fact, many members of the clan suffered the
same. No one quite remembered what had happened the night before, even the
Alpha himself.
The Alpha
questioned many of his men, including his son. Each stared back at him with a
blank look on their face, unsure of what had taken place the night before.
After much contemplation, the Alpha declared that the ale drank during the
celebration must have been tainted. Any that remained was ordered destroyed,
and the incident was never to be spoken of again.
As for his
son, he assumed he had retreated to his bed after a night of too much ale
during the summer solstice festivities. He was sure he had come up alone and
passed out after a long day. Still, there was a tingling in the back of his
brain, as if he were missing something, something of vital importance—something
that caused his beast to howl from within. But no matter how hard he tried, he
couldn’t remember what it was.
