Chapter 23 - Sean
The sacred dance of our tongues is magnetic, pulsing with life that spreads around us in ribbons of luminous gold. It’s Emily’s magic, but it’s explosive in a way that we haven’t felt before.
Not even when we’d hastily fallen into each other’s arms in her cottage. This time, without her resistance, and with her declaration that she wants to fight beside me on her tongue like an acquired taste between two lovers, the kiss is explosive in ways that reach every corner of my being.
It’s stronger than her acceptance of the mate bond during the ceremony. It’s more profound than surface-level heat between two wolves. This time, she opened her heart to me, and I can feel it as if I’ve plunged into the core of the source of her magic.
Her heart.
That was the key all along. The strongest muscle to exercise, the strongest energy to tap into. She’d been protecting her heart from me all this time, caged behind past hurts, and now she’s free.
And freedom for Emily as a witch is what makes her most powerful.
I’m immersed in it, riding the waves of her liberation as my tongue dances to the rhythm of her stepping into her power.
When she allows me to explore the depths of her mouth with my tongue, her body becoming pliant to my capable hands, it’s like basking in her magic, like the brightest sunrise on a peak summer’s morning.
I stop to catch my breath, only because it’s slightly overwhelming to feel so much and experience so many sensations.
As I pull back, I catch Emily’s eyes, noticing how her pupils are blown out like she’s been running a marathon.
Her chest is heaving, her breath coming in hot pants as she clutches fistfuls of my sweater, and her lips are deliciously moist, swollen buds from which her fragrant breath flows.
“Fuck…” I mutter, biting my bottom lip as I take a moment to rake my eyes over her face. She’s always prettiest when she’s flustered from my kisses, but tonight is different.
Tonight is special. Tonight is the night Emily has fully surrendered to me, and I have every intention of taking the reins and worshipping her the way a Goddess should be worshipped.
“You are a Goddess, Emily…” I praise, sliding my hand to her cheek to caress her warm, ivory flesh. I brush aside a lock of blonde hair clinging to her sweat-bedewed brow.
Her throat works as she gulps, eyes disoriented and pretty as she blinks at me. “We left…we left them outside,” she reminds me of the witches and their mates spread out in our backyard.
I shake my head slowly as I guide Emily toward the wall beside the fridge, pressing myself against her so she can feel how hard I am for her.
“They’ll be fine,” I mumble, dipping my head at her neck and inhaling her sweet scent that intoxicates me and drives me wild. It’s a wonder how I’ve exercised so much self-control these past few nights, having her in my bed but without the liberty of exploring her to my heart’s content.
Her gentle whimper when I graze her scent gland with my teeth is like music to my ears.
The warmth of her magic spreads around us like heat, stirring my inner wolf from the depths I forced him into.
It was only to stay controlled, but the beast inside me is waking up, wanting to lay claim to the mate whose soul was forged from the same fires that created him, a mate whose name was written alongside his even before my birth in this lifetime.
“We should…we should probably tell them we’re not going out again,” she whimpers, moaning when I lick a fat stripe over her scent gland.
“Trust me…” I rasp against the shell of her ear, watching the lobe turn scarlet. “They’re gonna know we’re not going back out when they hear you scream my name.”
“Sean!” Emily exclaims, grabbing a fistful of my hair and tugging at the roots. Her warning comes from swollen lips, flushed cheeks, and eyes heady with desire. “You know what you need to do.”
“Is it what you want?” I ask, eyes flitting to her neck.
“Yes…” she breathes, biting her bottom lip. “It’s what I need.”
Emily doesn’t have to tell me twice, and I’m already lifting her off her feet and draping her thighs around my waist as I carry her toward the bedroom while our lips are locked in a passionate kiss.
Each step toward the bed fuels my inner wolf with adrenaline, building up to be explosive when the beast claims its mate.
Properly, this time, in the most innate manner known to a werewolf.
My gums already tingle where my canines are ready to distend, my cock hard and ready to be inside Emily.
My ravenous kisses continue as I set her on her feet, ripping off her dress and not caring that I’m tearing fabric at the seams.
My wolf is cracking through my conscious mind, turning me into a rabid beast who only wants to sink its teeth into her neck. But when she’s undressed, I have to take a moment to appreciate her naked body, stepping back so I can drag my gaze down her petite frame.
I suck a breath through my teeth as I appreciate her supple curves with brush strokes of my fingertips, as if I’m painting her body in my memory, each intricate detail woven carefully to create a picture that barely does justice to the woman standing in front of me.
She toys with her fingers, biting her bottom lip nervously, and batting her eyes at me seductively.
She drives me wild, and with a few flicks and tosses, I’m stripped bare and bowing my head to the woman to whom I’m about to devote my entire existence.
The moment I lift my eyes again, Emily throws herself into my arms, her lips meeting mine with a silent but squelching surrender as the sloppy, passionate kiss leads us to the edge of the bed.
I sit down, taking her with me, her thighs draped over my waist, her drenched core pressed against my rigid cock.
We break the kiss to catch our breath, but I catch more when my lungs fill with the scent of her pheromones, the tooth-aching sweetness forcing my canines to distend.
Emily’s chest heaves at a staggered pace as she exhales, then slides both hands through my dark curls and pulls my face forward.
Her face is a mere inch from mine when she whispers salaciously, “Make me yours, Alpha….”
A growl reverberates through my chest as I dip my face to the crook of her neck as she tilts her head to the side.
The moment I pierce through the skin around her scent gland, she moans sweetly, the sound becoming the fuel to the fire of my existence, and I sink my canines deep into Emily’s flesh.
I taste her blood, taste her magic as it bleeds all around us, and I taste her essence as it rolls over my tongue in gentle waves of bliss.
When my wolf is satisfied, I draw my teeth away, Emily’s blood trickling from the corners of my mouth. She lets out a slow breath as she meets my eyes, wearing her golden tresses of magic around her head like a crown, as she cups my face and wipes at the blood curiously.
“You’re mine now,” I say with an air of pride swelling my chest, and Emily nods softly, her eyes glowing with specks of gold glittering between the blues, her lips toying with a mischievous smile.
“Yours,” she concedes before she crushes her lips to mine, tasting herself, her blood and her essence, on my mouth and moaning into the kiss.
I reach between us, wanting to drink in more of her moans as I slide my hand between her thighs, stroking and teasing her wet folds with my skillful touch. She writhes above me, rocking her hips in sync with my ministrations, crying out my name between kisses.
As she grips my shoulders with the vices of her nails biting into my flesh, I slip my finger between her folds, teasing her, filling her walls with just a digit that curls and taps on the spongy spot deep inside.
Her eyes tear up, her face contorted as she grabs a tuft of my hair and tugs with a hint of violence in her delicate fingers.
“Please, Sean!” she whimpers, rolling her hips and riding my finger as if it’s my cock. “I need you inside me!”
I conquer her lips again, sharing in her impatience as I grab my cock and slide the tip along her folds, gathering her slick like lubricant before shoving my length inside her aching walls.
She opens up for me, her walls stretching for the tight fit as she growls on the kiss and bites my bottom lip.
The grazing of her teeth on my lip drives me mad, and I grab her waist, rocking her on my cock with force that has her wrapping her arms around my neck to brace herself.
The lewd sounds of skin slapping skin mingle with the sounds of our heavy breathing, our sloppy kisses, and the smell of sweat in the air.
When I feel my scrotum tightening, I turn over and toss Emily onto the bed, pounding into her as I stare deeply into her eyes.
There’s a silent exchange between us, and in her eyes, I can see the entire universe and the Moon Goddess Herself.
I soon realize the depth of what I feel for her, and how extraordinary Emily truly is.
I come, and she allows me to spill my seed deep inside her before she follows, her walls tightening on her climax and milking me for every last drop.
My name falls off her tongue like a prayer, and I drink it in as I worship her lips and her body, wrapping my arms around her frame and pulling her to me.
We barely catch our breaths before there’s a signal through the mind link, and it’s not from anyone in Silverfang. This mind link is different because it’s faint, but still there, born from the loyalty between seven members of a particular black ops squad who’d become close friends.
Friends with bonds strong enough to be considered a pack of our own, and Emily is one of us. That’s why she hears it too, when Delilah speaks through the special mind link, her voice urgent when she says, “Get to Emily’s old cottage. Now!”
Emily and I exchange frantic looks before we’re both springing into action, grabbing our clothes off the floor and dressing as quickly as we can.
I grab her hand, and we rush out of the house, sprinting together toward the cottage, where we find the others at the back, the air reeking of black magic, stale and greasy.
“What happened here?” I ask when Tyler emerges from the side of the cottage.
“You guys need to see this,” he says, flicking a nod over his shoulder. The rest of us follow him to the back of Emily’s old cottage, finding the grass burned to black ashes. But it’s not random.
There’s a message burned into the ground.
“THE FIFTH WITCH RISES.
THE WARLOCK WAITS.
THE MOON APPROACHES.”
Beside me, Emily’s palms begin to glow with magic as if responding to the magic. She looks up at the sky—at the full moon—before turning to me and meeting my eyes.
“It’s time,” she states matter-of-factly, and I nod once before turning to the others, holding Emily’s hand firmly, protectively in mine.
“It’s time to go to Swan's Island,” I tell our friends, and there’s a collective shiver that runs down all our spines, because this is the moment we’ve all been working toward.
The final battle has arrived, and Emily is ready. So am I, and the others.