Sasquatch Love Spell: Mated to the Monster

Chapter 1

Aoife had to get the fuck away.

That was all there was to it.

As soon as the head of her Order, her so-called sainted mother, had decided that she should be married to the high prince of the elves, she was done. No one was going to decide her fate. It was bad enough being a half human and banshee. She was a harbinger of other people’s fates. She was respected in the Tuatha Order, well, maybe not respected.

Feared.

And she hated it.

She spent most of her life trying to please her mother but she wasn’t down for an arranged marriage, no matter what her mother thought.

It was sheer stupidity when they locked her up. The head priestess, aka her mother’s right hand, forgot that as part banshee, Aoife could turn into smoke. It was no problem to slip through the bars and head north.

Away from Toronto.

Away from the priestess, the Tuatha Order, the arranged marriage and all that other old-world shit that she was having nothing to do with.

If she got to Thunder Bay, there was a portal there and she could slip away so easily to the other side of the world. She knew her mother would have Order members watching for her at all the airports, as well as the urban portals. Once Aoife was outside the border of Tuatha’s jurisdiction, she’d be safe. The Order wouldn’t have power over her.

Or control.

And there was no way in hell she’d go back.

She thought she’d be safe on the train, but when she got to White River, she recognized Order members who got on. So she disembarked. Now, she was taking her long trek to the portal on foot.

The Order wouldn’t look for her travelling on foot. They would assume she’d transport herself to the nearest portal. Witches and warlocks they may be, but they weren’t the brightest bulbs in the pack.

Walking would be safer because it was unexpected. She’d try to lie low in the forest. Avoid members of the Order and humans. Humans and their world had to be shielded from the magical realms. Although, there was mixing from time to time. She was half human all because her great-great-great grandmother had been a very, very bad witch and fucked Death. Since then, women in her line would sometimes pop up with the banshee blood, making them extremely valuable and powerful in the Fae world, since her great-great-great grandfather was Death. Her ancestors still went to have visits when he popped up from time to time.

Direct descendants to a full-blown reaper. She was so lucky.

Not.

Aoife wasn’t stupid. She knew why the prince wanted to marry her—because she was one of the only banshee hybrids in the world and her death call could be used to take down powerful adversaries.

He didn’t want a wife. He wanted an assassin.

Aoife wished she could hide out in the forest. She always loved being out in the woods, away from people. Maybe she could find a nice solitary forest in another realm and just spend the rest of her life there.

Alone.

She hated the Tuatha Order and the fact her mother ran it. It was all because of her mother she was sucked into their lot. Every one of her mother’s family had been a part of the Order and she was so tired of people controlling her life.

The Order wanted her powers.

Every witch and warlock, every hybrid, was sworn to obey. There was no choice. You were owned by the Order. Branded by blood.

What about what she wanted? She just wanted to be free.

Aoife sighed and sat down on a log and wrapped her cloak around her tighter, just taking a moment to breathe and watch the golden birch leaves drift down slowly from the dappled sunlight of the forest canopy. Autumn was her favorite time.

This was heaven. It was so peaceful. Maybe she could have a moment to think and regroup.

“Fuck!”

Aoife was startled by the large grunt that echoed through the forest. It was followed by a thwack, like the sound of an axe. There was a distinct creak and crash.

“Timber!” that same voice called out.

Aoife looked up to see a tall birch falling, right down in front of her.

It hit the ground with a crunch and there was a puff of leaves stirred up from the detritus on the forest floor.

So much for a tranquil moment.

“What in bloody hell?” she cursed, standing up.

There was a crash and she looked up to see a figure, at least seven feet or more, come through the brush. He was covered in hair, his arms, chest, hands, face, and he had a mane of flowing brown hair that was tied back. Under the hair, she could see rippling muscles. His hands were huge and the axe he carried looked ridiculously small. The only human clothes he had on him were a pair of tight jeans that left nothing to the imagination.

If she didn’t know better, she’d say she was staring at a bigfoot, because he had many of the forest ape’s features, but his face was decidedly softer and more humanlike. His eyes were amber colored, and the beard on his face was neatly trimmed.

Those amber eyes just focused on her, surprised at her presence, but then there was a flash and his nostrils flared as if he was drinking in her scent. She knew for a fact that Sasquatches were notorious womanizers.

There were old myths of them carrying off women into the forests.

They weren’t a danger, just lotharios, and none of those kidnapped women had come back for a reason. When they mated, they mated for life and kept those women extremely, extremely happy. It was said the pheromones they put out were like an intoxicating love spell. Looking this Sasquatch up and down, she wondered exactly what it would be like to be ravaged by him.

A little zing of delight coursed through her at the thought. Sex was always used for ritual or exchanges of power. It never had meaning, but looking at this burly yeti woodsman sent heat straight to her core.

It would be so amazing to choose a partner and have sex for fun.

For pleasure.

Not ritual.

“I’m sorry,” he said, speaking finally. “I didn’t know anyone was here.”

“It’s okay,” Aoife replied. “I was just stopping to rest my feet. I’m on my way to Thunder Bay.”

“You’re a long way from Thunder Bay.”

“I got off the train in White River.”

Why was she telling this Sasquatch where she was going? And why did she feel like she could trust him?

Maybe it’s that love spell? Maybe there was a truth to it?

Her grandmother said a love spell would mean you couldn’t lie to one another, and your body burned for whoever it was cast for, but a Sasquatch love spell? She didn’t know it worked. She doubted it worked this fast. And then she had a hideous thought. What if the Order had cast one on her so she’d be more compliant to fuck Prince Ivar? And now it was kicking in for this bigfoot?

There was something poetic about that kind of justice. She was supposed to get all hot and bothered for an elf, instead it was this hairy, seven-foot Sasquatch who made her pussy ache with need.

Son of a bitch.

He cocked an eyebrow on his slightly larger brow ridge. “White River is one hundred kilometers away.”

“I move fast.” Another reason why banshees were thought to be good assassins. They were silent and they were quick.

“You’re not human, obviously,” he stated.

“Not fully. Half.”

“I thought as much. We don’t get many visitors in these woods.” He frowned. “And if you were human, I would be in big trouble for talking to you. It’s against realm laws for my kind to associate with humans. Especially females.”

Her stomach sank. She knew how regulated Sasquatch were. They were considered the lowest of the low. She felt bad for him, but she didn’t have time to shoot the shit with him.

She stood quickly. “I don’t mean to be…”

“There’s someone coming,” he growled, sniffing the air. There was a deep rumble in his chest. “They’re about thirty clicks away.”

All the hairs on the back of her neck stood on end, because she could feel it too. Like a prickle. She had no doubt it was Order members coming to collect her. They were smarter than she thought. She spun around to the Sasquatch standing there.

“You have to hide me,” she begged.

“What?”

“They’re coming for me. I can’t go with them. Can you hide me?”

He looked uncertain and then took two steps to close the distance between them. His feet were bare, massive. And there was no doubt in her mind he was definitely a Sasquatch. For one brief moment she couldn’t help but wonder what else was supersized on him.

“I can help,” he agreed. “I have a place. Twenty kilometers to the north of Manitouwadge. It’s isolated. I’m not close to anyone or anything. I can’t be.”

“I can get us there.” She took a step toward him, her blood heating and thrumming through her. She just had this urge to let him have her, to let him take her over and over again.

It’s the love spell. It’ll wear off.

“How?” he asked.

“You just have to visualize.”

“Are you a witch?” he questioned.

“Yes, and a banshee. You’ll have to hold on to me and then I can manifest us there.”

He nodded and hooked his axed onto his belt. Then he scooped her up in his massive arms, like she was nothing, and held her close. His fur was soft and smelled clean, like wood and smoke. Her body burned like an ember.

She was so fucking turned on.

Love spells were like infatuation and arousal sure, but this felt different. Like a mating frenzy. She wondered if she was being affected by what he was putting out. And she was surprised to be affected by it. With her blood flowing with wraiths and Death DNA, she wasn’t usually affected by natural magic, pheromones, or mating frenzies. A concocted love spell by her mother could affect her, but not for this long.

This felt different.

She also knew this happened when witches found their soul partner, but in her thirty-some-odd years, she’d never felt this unfurling heat and fire that she was feeling right now. This throbbing need.

Sex was not for fun and she never experienced lust. She could feel herself getting wet between her legs as her arousal bloomed.

His nostrils flared again, his fingers digging into her bare shoulders. She realized she was still dressed in her Order’s mating garbs, which was basically little to nothing. She’d used her glamor on the train to hide from the humans, but this Sasquatch was not a non-magic being and could clearly see through the veil she used to hide.

“Can I ask a question?” his voice rumbled.

“Sure.”

“Your name.”

“Why?”

A sly smiled tugged at his lips. “I don’t usually carry off women I don’t know.”

“Aoife. And I thought that’s what all Sasquatch did?” she teased.

He snorted. “Maybe my father, but I’m half Sasquatch and that’s not my jam.”

“Women aren’t your jam?”

“Oh, they most definitely are my jam. I like to spread them and lick up all the sweetness any way I can.”

Arousal unfurled in the pit of her belly, her nipples hardening as she instantly thought of him spreading her legs and burying his face in her pussy, licking her up and down.

“How do you mean?” she asked, her voice shaking as she pressed her thighs tightly together.

“I’m not allowed to carry off women; it’s against the law. And I definitely don’t carry off women without knowing their name, but now I know your name, I can carry you off properly.” He winked and she laughed nervously.

“What’s your name?” she asked.

“Skookum…Adam Skookum.”

“Well, Adam just visualize your place and I’ll get us there. Then I can explain to you everything that’s happening and why I’m on the run.”

“Very well, Aoife.” Adam closed his eyes and visualized his little log cabin that he’d built under the outcrop of a granite cliff.

She could see it clearly. High up on the Canadian Shield and deep into the boreal forest. It was the perfect place to hide.

The Order would think she was going to the portal. As long as Adam let her stay, she could hide out with him until the heat was off. Although, would they even stop hunting her? Not when she was promised to Prince Ivar.

Aoife visualized the property. Her body vibrating and glowing as she moved them through the fabric of space and time. Adam’s big hands were gripping her, holding her close, his breathing accelerated as everything around them slowed down.

She wanted to tell him it would be okay, but she had to keep focused on his cabin and safety. It only took mere moments and they were standing outside of his cabin. Her heart rate calmed and the light dissipated as she became more cognizant of where they were.

“Shit,” Adam murmured in disbelief. “You did it.”

“I told you. I’m part banshee. I can’t do it for very long distances, and I’m going to need some rest before I can attempt it again.”

“You can rest here. You’ll be safe.” Adam set her down and sniffed the air. “No trouble here. I will warn you, some of my brothers are lurking close and they’re more like my father.”

She swallowed the lump in her throat. There were more? “Oh?”

Adam smirked. “A gorgeous woman nearby…it’ll drive them wild and bring them out of the woodwork.”

Aoife straightened her cloak over her scantily clad body. “So, they might make away with me in the night then?”

Adam nodded, his amber eyes glowing like flames. “Unless I put my scent on you.”

Adam couldn’t quite believethe words coming out of his mouth as he said it, because he had never, ever wanted to put his scent on another female before. He was kind of a loner, but when he saw her in the woods, after almost killing her with a felled tree, there was just something about her that drew him in. Her long black hair, her dark eyes and her luscious, curvaceous body.

Immediately, he thought she could handle a good pounding.

And then he smelled her arousal.

Her sweet intoxicating scent of rain and wildflowers.

All those dormant Sasquatch genes he got from his father seemed to activate and kick on. The drive to mate was burning in his blood. He had noticed her scantily clad dress. If you could even call that lace, leather and fishnet garb a dress.

His cock throbbed the moment he laid eyes on her.

His brothers constantly teased him, because he was trying too hard to be “human,” to be respectable. Obey all the rules and restrictions placed on his kind. Maybe something was wrong with him, but since his parents died, he had to look out for his brothers. He was the eldest. When they’d go into Thunder Bay, into the part of town where other magic beings could hide under the safety of the portals veil, he’d conduct his business with other magical beings, while his brothers ran amok.

Not that he blamed them.

There weren’t many female Sasquatches. Most of his kind were male and half-breeds. For eons, males carried off human females to mate with. The Sasquatch love spell, a pheromone to entice a fertile mate, was potent and worked well. Once the woman had fallen in love them, males would carry her off willingly. They would bring her endless pleasure and she’d bear his young. Most important, his soul would be tied to hers forever. If she died, he died.

They mated for life.

He should’ve carried off a human female by now, since female Sasquatches were very, very rare and not many were around, but he hadn’t yet. His father had always said there was something wrong with him, hiding the monster within.

Maybe something was wrong with him.

And then the laws were created and there were restrictions. So he’d given up on the idea of ever finding anyone. Magical females he’d been with used him.

It was never real.

Now, staring at Aoife, outside his cabin and the very real threat of his horndog brothers milling around, the urge to claim her and protect her was great. He wanted this stranger, this mystery woman, and he didn’t even know if she’d stay.

She was clearly running away from something.

That was the logical, human part of his brain speaking.

The primal part was telling him to take her and show exactly why women who were taken by Sasquatches never went back home.

“You want to scent me?” Her voice hitched in her throat and he caught the sweet, honeyed scent of her arousal again. It made his cock twitch.

“If you belong to me, then they won’t bother you.” He wanted to step closer to her, hold her, touch her. He knew she could clearly see his cock straining through his tight jeans and he didn’t want to scare her away.

Sasquatches didn’t ravish females. They worshipped them.

Protected them.

Her black eyes roved over his body leisurely. She licked her red lips, just slightly, and he could see the hardened peaks of her nipples through the lace on the bodice part of her skimpy outfit.

“Well, as much as I wouldn’t mind that, I’m running away from my Order because I’m being forced against my will to marry.”

“I would never do anything you didn’t want.” He was going to have to take a cold dip in the lake to cool this lust down, but he couldn’t leave her alone at the cabin either. This unrelenting need was almost like the mating frenzy that came over his kind.

When a male Sasquatch found their perfect mate to carry off, they stopped fucking around and only stayed with that one woman until she died. When the woman died, they died.

Until they found that forever mate, they ran around like idiots, humping what they could with permission, because male Sasquatches loved and respected females.

Females were so precious to them.

Aoife cocked her head to the side. “I believe you. I could tell that you were gentle, but then I know your kind looks frightening, but you’re not a harmful species.”

“Some of us are,” he responded, darkly. Of course, they were usually the ones who were stolen as children and put into captivity to be used as soldiers. Usually by someone from the aristocracy of the Fae realm, but they were used as soldiers, all their pheromones removed, and those soldiers never harmed females. Only males.

Aoife shivered.

“Are you cold?”

“Banshees don’t get cold.” She wrapped her arms around herself. “But I’m only half, so maybe a bit chilly. And tired. I’ve been running for a couple of days.”

“Let’s get you inside.” He scooped her up and carried her up the steep hill to his cabin under the granite ledge. At least with her in his arms, it would drown out her scent for the time being. His brothers would smell Aoife a mile away and come sniffing.

Not if I claim her.

He opened the door to his cabin and set her down on his giant bed. She looked so tiny lying there amongst the furs and the boughs of pine and cedar.

“I was not expecting this at all.” She leaned back, her cloak falling open. Her leather gloved hands running over the furs.

“What did you expect? No matter what the Fae people say about us, we don’t rut around in the mud and wallow away in caves.”

His expression softened. “I never thought that.”

His heart skipped a beat. She thought so much more of his kind than most did. It warmed his heart. “What do you think?”

“This is just cozy, rustic. You turned a hollowed-out cave into something that is totally cottage core.” She leaned back against his oversized feather pillows. Aoife looked exhausted.

All he wanted to do was lie there next to her, pull her into his arms and protect her.

She’s not mine.

Adam tore his gaze away. “I’ll get a fire started.”

It was no secret what the rest of the magical world thought of his kind. It was the same thing they thought about ogres and orcs. They were lesser beings. The only magical being that seemed to fit that stereotype were trolls, because they were shifty, untrustworthy, big-eared bastards.

Adam squatted down by the fire and began piling the kindling in his fireplace. He was trying to ignore the fact she was sitting there, on his bed.

She said she was on the run because she was being forced to marry someone, or so she claimed.

He couldn’t help but wonder who she was supposedly being forced to marry.

Banshees, even half banshees, were rare magical beings.

They were hidden away. However, she talked about an Order.

Adam didn’t even think that banshees were in this part of the world.

They are now, apparently.

The fire roared to life when he lit it. He closed the grate and then slowly stood up. She was curled up, sleeping. And as she slept, she glowed. Her pale skin taking on a luminous quality. The light emanating from her rippled across her flesh, much like the northern lights.

He watched for a few minutes.

Absolutely mesmerized.

She felt safe enough to sleep in his bed. It gave him a sense of pride.

Her cloak had fallen open and he could see every exquisite curve of her body, her milky white thighs slightly open. His blood heated as he thought of spreading her legs and licking her until she came.

I’ve got to get out of here.

Aoife had come here for protection and even though he was a Sasquatch, he was a gentleman. He crept out of his cabin slowly to take a swim in the small lake at the base of the cliff. It was cold and hopefully would cool this burning need to possess her.

To make her his.

Mine.

Another flare of flames coursed through him. A deep growl rumbling in his chest as a primal part of him was taking over.

He slipped outside, locking the door.

His brothers wouldn’t cross his threshold.

None of them were that disrespectful to invade another’s territory. His brothers were morons for the most part, but they obeyed the rules of decorum that governed their society. He could smell them, though; they had caught the scent of a female nearby and were lurking about, hoping to see her.

As he made his way down to the lake, there was a rustling in the bushes and his brother Benjamin popped out.

“Hey, I thought you were logging all day?” Benjamin asked.

“Change of plans.”

Benjamin sniffed the air. “Female.”

Adam growled under his breath, baring his long canine teeth, puffing out his chest to step closer to his younger brother. “Mine.”

Benjamin looked down, holding up his palms in submission. “Fair enough.”

“Tell the others and don’t be spreading the word around. It needs to be kept quiet,” Adam stated.

Benjamin cocked his head to the side. “Why?”

“She’s in danger.”

“Fine. I’ll let the others know to give your place a wide berth and not get too interested in the scent of the female. Especially, an aroused one.”

Heat flowed through Adam’s body because he had smelled her honeyed arousal and he wondered what she’d taste like. How sweet she’d be on his tongue.

“You may have to take them to the city for some…relief,” Adam offered, tactfully.

Benjamin’s eyes lit up. “So, our guardian is allowing us to go to Thunder Bay without him?”

Adam didn’t really want to let them go. It was dangerous in the city, but with a female in such close proximity, it would be cruel to keep them around. It was bad enough that he was so close to Aoife and couldn’t do anything.

Benjamin was the second eldest and could take care of the other five brothers. At least Adam hoped so.

“Yes,” Adam answered. “Fight, do whatever you guys can, but try not to cause a scene for the humans and try not to get yourselves killed. I promised mother and father on their death beds I would take care of you fools.”

“I swear we’ll be good.” Benjamin shimmied up a tamarack tree and then began grunting loudly, wildly, letting the others know what was going on. There were five faint responses, acknowledging to keep away from Adam’s place for the time being, and that they were going to head to Thunder Bay for a couple of days.

Benjamin slid down the tree, and it swayed back and forth. “I’ll do some networking for the lumber business too.”

Adam cocked an eyebrow. “Really?”

“Of course. You’ve finally cut the apron strings and I’ll be the eldest in town. See you in a couple of days.” Benjamin melted back into the woods, disappearing like his kind did so well. At least that was one less thing to worry about.

Adam continued his way down to the lake, stripped off his jeans, undid his long hair from where he’d tied it back, and then headed into the lake, diving straight under the bitter cold water. He surfaced, taking a deep breath, hoping it would help cool him off.

It didn’t. He couldn’t get Aoife out of his mind.

He ran his hands through his hair and looked up on the shore to see Aoife standing there. She was watching him, a smile tugging on her luscious pink lips.

He paddled closer. “What’re you doing here? How did you know I was here?”

“I’m a banshee. I visualized where you were. Besides, a locked door won’t hold, especially ones without protections and charms.”

He laughed softly. “It was more to keep my brothers out.”

An amused smile crossed her face. “I heard hooting. Did they leave?”

He nodded. “They did.”

“So, no need to lock me in.”

“Why come find me?” he asked.

A devious smile curled on her lips, her black eyes twinkling. “Why not? Maybe I’ve reconsidered your offer.”

“What offer?” he asked, but he knew, his body ignited into an explosive inferno.

“Your offer to scent me,” she whispered, her arousal thick in the air. “What do you say?”