SHADOW
“Can mercury, like STD, be passed on to someone?”
“That’s a stupid question. It can’t,” my mate answered.
“Your emotions are just more human than Lycan. And maybe you should finish whatever you have unfinished dirty business with your mate. It helps a lot more than you know.”
That last part made my cheeks flush. “You’re not listening, Zarah. I watched the man walk toward us, and he would shoot me. He was already pulling the gun from his back, and I just stared like a scared deer caught in headlights. If it wasn’t for Califf, I could be dead now.”
“You froze, Shadow. It’s normal. It happens to everyone in that situation when it brings back bad memories. There’s nothing wrong with you.” Zarah was hiding what she saw in my head and wasn’t planning on telling me.
“I didn’t have a flashback. And you said it yourself that something is blocking you. And I supposed to sense dangers and hear it a mile away,” I explained, needing more of her support than telling me there was nothing wrong with me.
“You’re in a public place. What were you supposed going to do? Wolf out?”
“I supposed my wolf would warn me while there was a threat before me, but I was flooded with pure terror.”
My father and Califf just listened to us, and it felt like they didn’t believe me. I took them to our bedroom since it was soundproof, even for werewolves. I didn’t want everyone to know that something was wrong with me.
“You don’t believe me?” I looked at my father and Califf, and they just shrugged. “Gah! I’m not making it up. I was supposed to protect my mate because he’s still recovering—”
“Wait a sec, Shadow.” He went into full Alpha mode quickly. “We protect each other. And it’s not your job. I’m supposed to be protecting you.”
I glared at him. “Jeez, Alphasshole. I wonder why is that? Because you’re an Alpha? A macho man? And I’m just a poor mate?”
“I didn’t say that. For the love of fu— don’t twist my words.”
“But it sounds like it, Alpha.”
“You know what’s wrong with you? It’s because you like to blame yourself for everything happening around you. You enjoy being the savior and heroine too much and want to save everyone. Well, take this, hybrid, you are not invincible. You get killed! And if you’re dead, what happens to me then? Aren’t you a little selfish for me of saving humanity? I want my mate, not someone willing to risk her life for others.”
“You didn’t just say that.” Flooded with adrenaline, I growled at him. My hands formed into fists on my sides, my nose flaring at my mate, who accused me of being selfish. My heart pumped so fast, and my skin started burning. I felt my body vibrate, and my fangs tickled my gums.
He was testing my patience as he advanced a step. “You know what is your problem? Your hero complex. You didn’t even undergo extensive training to fight. You’re lucky the blood in your veins is a Lycan and witch blood. Otherwise, you’re no better than those omegas cooking in the kitchen. Do you think you’re special? You’re not, mate! You’re just as pathetic as—”
Everything shifted into slow motion.
“What did you just fucking say?” I growled. He hadn’t finished his words, and my claws came out. My fangs erupted. My eyes glowed, and all I saw was red. Anger and rage. So much of them it burned my chest.
I raised my hand, ready to claw Califf, until I realized I was in my hybrid form. Fuck. Did I just almost hurt my mate?
Almost collapsing in hysteria, I dropped my hand and breathed deeply.
“It worked,” said Califf as he fist-bumped into my father.
I shook my head as I tried to wrap my head around what happened.
“There’s nothing wrong with you, but your thoughts and emotions get in the way. You overthink and then keep it in your head, shutting it off.”
“Oh, my God.” I threw myself into Califf’s arm and hugged him. “I’m so sorry. I’m so sorry I almost hurt you.”
“You won’t. You couldn’t.” He hugged me tight and kissed my shoulder. “You could have, but deep in your heart, you know you love me.”
I glared as I pulled away, hitting him on the arm. “I could have hurt you. You, dickhead.”
My father tsked and wasn’t happy with me calling names. “You’re more human than I thought, daughter.”
“This was your idea, wasn’t it?”
“We’ve proven the point.” He sighed dully. “If there’s one person who can get to you, it’s him.” He tipped his chin at Califf. “Now, are we done here?”
“Where are you two going?”
“To find the guy,” Zarah answered.
“How are you going to do that? Take us with you. We can help.”
“I think you have enough for today. Take care of your husband. We’ll inform you of the progress.”
“But, father—”
“He’s right, baby. We’re needed here.”
“I want him alive,” I said before Zarah created a portal.
“Of course, daughter. Slightly alive.” I thought I just saw a glint in his eyes.
“Oh, Goddess.” I rolled my eyes. That was it. They were gone.
“How are you feeling?”
“Stop it.” I threw myself into our bed.
“Maybe we can—”
“No,” I protested. My voice muffled against the pillow. “No sex until you’re back to your annoying self, Califf.”
“I was suggesting a lunch.”
I rolled over so I could face him. “Really?”
When he smiled wickedly, I grabbed a pillow and threw it at him.
He ducked, caught it effortlessly, and threw it to my side. He then started prowling towards the bed, gripped my ankles, and dragged me to the edge of the bed.
“Califf, we can’t.” I sat down, and he knelt before me. “When you’re one hundred percent okay, then I won’t stop you, but right now, I need your brain for our plans.”
“I know, baby.”
I cupped his face and pressed my lips against him. When he sighed, I realized I needed both of us right now. I gripped his shirt and pulled it over his head.
“Are you sure?” He searched for something in my eyes.
“Unless you want food for your lunch.”
“You’re my lunch.” He helped me get rid of my jeans while I took off my shirt and threw it on the floor.
“Just hurry.” The next thing that piled up was my bra and my panties. I dragged myself into the center of the bed while he fumbled to remove his jeans.
I spread my legs apart and slid my hand between my thighs, fingering my clit. A deep rumble erupted from his chest as he watched me with his searing gaze that lit up something inside me.
“Fuck. It’s so hot to watch you pleasure yourself.” He wrapped his hand around his rigid cock, stroking attentively and slowly. His ripped body never failed to amaze me no matter how many times I touched it, had it, and even this man was already mine. It always aroused me, enticed me, and excited me to feel him against my body.
“Come, mate.” I motioned my fingers, calling him.
He crawled in bed, hovering over me. Dipping his head, he angled his mouth before capturing mine. I instantly responded, kissing him hungrily, and wrapped my arm around his back. The other slid up, sinking my fingers into his hair, and spread my legs apart so he could nestle his hips where I ached the most.
As if he heard my prayer, a needy growl came out from the back of his throat as he flexed his hips against mine. Lust crashed over me like an ocean wave— I grew wetter, and he grew harder, his rigid crown nudging my sensitive clit, and my wetness spreading around his length.
As he cupped my breasts, rolling my nipples between his fingers, I arched my back, demanding more. He broke the kiss and moved his head down, capturing my breast with his hot mouth, making me shudder, and satisfaction rushed through me.
“You’re sensitive.” He paid so much attention that it had me gasping for air. He went on sucking, tagging, nipping, and lapping it as if he couldn’t get enough of it. He moved to my other breast and gave the same attention.
“Califf.” I made a garbled sound as his erection pressed against my entrance, yet he didn’t move further. It was torture. It was making my head spin and driving me insane. “Please?”
He released my nipple with a pop before he looked at me through his heavy-lidded-lust eyes. “Tell me who owns you?”
“We’re not doing that.” I bit my bottom lip to stifle my moan.
“Tell me, Shadow, and I will fuck you hard.” He patiently waited for my answer as he lazily stroked the shaft of his dick in my throbbing clit, and it took an ounce of my self-control not to growl and bite him. Instead, a soft, broken moan slipped from my throat.
“Baby, you’re torturing yourself. Who do you belong to?”
“If that’s the case, then I’m yours. All yours.” The sound of his heartbeat thrashed into my ears.
“Fuck yes. You’re mine.” Satisfied with my answer, he didn’t give me a warning. He slammed his cock inside me, bottoming out.
I sucked in a breath, gasped in shock, jerking, but it fed me with satisfaction. I hadn’t fully recovered from his plummeting. He pulled out and slammed back into me again. Hard. He did it again and again until I whimpered beneath him, throwing my head back and spreading my thighs wide.
He shoved his dick deep into my heat. I wanted him to fuck me, and he did.
“You’re fucking hot, Alpha.” I smiled. We may be stronger together, but we are not invincible. With the threats around us, all we could have was great and beautiful memories, and I promised to create more while we still had time because there was no guarantee of what tomorrow would bring. And I was still one of the luckiest ones to find my mate who treated me like his queen.
He did what he promised. My little mate werewolf fucked me hard and made me feel complete, loved, and protected.
“You’re so fucking hot, too.” He shared it in my thoughts.
“Mine.” My body throbbed with desire. I quivered, arching my back, moaning helplessly with my orgasm around the corner.
“Fuck, yes! I’m yours, my Luna,” he said through gritted teeth as he thrust into me, faster and harder each time.
My body dragged up in each plunge, and it felt so incredible as I let him take my body to its limit. I grabbed his ass as he ground in deep.
He moved, sat on his knees, spread them apart, grabbed me, and swung my legs over his shoulders. At this angle, he could take me deep the way I wanted. He leaned down to kiss me quickly before he slid inside me.
Each thrust was a torment. Each time Califf brought me over the edge, he pulled out and changed his angle. I didn’t know how long he could keep this, but I grew impatient.
I slid my fingers and rubbed my clit. One moment, I was enjoying my pleasure, and the next thing I knew, he grabbed me on the wrists and pinned them over my head.
“I can make you come without your help. I will give the orgasm I promised.”
“I want to come now!” I whimpered in frustration.
“You will.” He pushed in. The angle sunk him in. Then he fucked me hard, fast, and steady, my breasts jiggled.
“Yes!” I savored the feeling, the peak of pleasure, and our connection.
“Like this.” He moved and rutted me even faster and harder, and I felt him swell inside me. “Take this, my mate. Mine. Come—”
His words cut off when my body seized. My orgasm smashed through me in devastating force.