Chapter 14 - Kelsey
I blurt out my secret, and now he’s moving away from me.
I shouldn’t have said anything. He wouldn’t have stopped. He would have given me what I so desperately need.
“Miles?” I mutter in disbelief as he stands up and pushes his hands through his hair while he paces nervously. What the actual fuck!
I stand up, too.
“Miles!” I demand this attention.
“Look, Kelsey, I’m just worried that I hurt you because…because it’s…”
A surge of anger spikes in me.
He’s been pushing me to speak my truth; well, he’s about to get it again because I kind of like not holding back.
“You’re a fucking asshole too!” A snarl.
“What?” He blurts out, horrified.
“You’re an asshole if you leave me like this!
” I gesture over myself, wearing nothing but my panties and a t-shirt.
I can see his erection like a fucking brick against his pants.
He’s so hard, I don’t know how he can possibly be comfortable.
He wants this, so why the hell is he walking away from me?
“Kelsey, what if I hurt you?”
“What if I want you to?” I snap.
His eyes darken.
“What if I claim you?” He asks, his voice lower and almost threatening.
“What if I want you to?” I whisper, sensing just how out of control he might get as his eyes drift over my body.
My heart races as he takes a step toward me.
“Are you sure about this?” He asks me when his body is pressed against mine, and my back is against the wall.
I nod silently, biting my lower lip as I look up at his gorgeous face.
Miles grabs my jaw and pulls my lips onto his.
The kiss is forceful and flooded with everything we’ve been holding back.
Fire ignites inside my soul and burns through my skin into his. I drag my nails down his back, and he growls dangerously.
He steps back and rips his hoodie off with his t-shirt.
His body ripples, the muscles flexed and taut.
He reaches out and wraps his hand around my throat, pulling me away from the wall and into his arms again.
I gasp as he pushes his tongue into my mouth and lets his lips play over mine.
He runs his hand down my back and cups it over my ass, lifting me into his arms. He wraps my legs around his waist so that his cock is pressing against my pussy.
My mind slips, and the desire triples.
I gasp for air as he rocks against me, teasing me, building the urgency to a point where I feel like I might die if I don’t have him inside me soon.
I claw at his shoulders, drawing blood beneath my nails. He snarls and grabs my wrists, pinning them behind my back, and he drops me onto the sofa.
He grabs my legs and pushes them apart, then hooks his fingers beneath my panties and rips them from my body.
He grabs the top of my t-shirt and treats it the same, tearing the fabric with ease. He rips it down the center and groans at the sight of my breasts.
Standing over me, he undoes the buttons of his pants, and my heart beats faster. I spread my legs wider as his eyes drift over me. He tugs his pants open and lets them fall. He steps out of them and kicks them away.
His cock is massive.
It’s terrifying to behold, but at the same time, I fucking need it so badly.
“Please,” I whisper.
Miles doesn’t need to be asked twice.
He lies his body over mine with his hips pushing my legs even wider open. He rubs the tip of his cock over my pussy, and I can’t breathe for a moment.
He traces kisses over my neck as he positions himself at my entrance.
When Miles pushes forward, I yelp in both pain and relief. His cock slides into me. Just the tip. But it’s shocking how it eases my entire body. He senses me relaxing beneath him and pushes deeper. Then deeper. His cock stretches me wide until I feel like I might split in two.
I tilt my head back and focus on breathing, which I suddenly forget how to do.
Miles growls as he buries himself all the way inside me.
I can sense how much control it’s taking him not to move faster.
I press my fingers into his arms. “More,” I whisper, encouraging him.
He slowly pulls out and thrusts into me again. Harder this time. Not as gentle.
My head spins with pleasure, and he does it again. Then again and again.
Each time he slams into me, he does it with more force. And each time it feels better than before.
He wraps his arm around my back and holds me tight against his body as though he is protecting me and cradling me in his arms. I’ve never felt safer in my entire life, and as he fucks me, I realize his fangs have grown, and his eyes have turned amber gold.
I can feel every vein as it pulses over his monstrous cock.
The pleasure builds, and I instinctively tilt my head to the side as his cock grows impossibly harder and bigger inside me. I can feel my orgasm on the verge of stealing my sanity.
His cock becomes a rigid knot inside me, and suddenly, he can’t pull out anymore, so he pushes deeper inside. My body responds as my pussy tightens and begins to pulse over him.
There is a flash of pain as his teeth sink into the curve of soft flesh between my shoulder and my neck. Stars burst into my vision. Stars and galaxies of such intense detail that it shocks me to my core. But somewhere deep inside my soul, I sense familiarity.
Colorful swirling skies filled with purple and pink hues flood my thoughts. My body seems to explode around him as the orgasm hits me.
In my mind, the galaxies burst forth, revealing faraway places. The future and the past. I see a thick golden cord, and I follow it, witnessing each life that I have lived with Miles. Every time our souls find each other, and every time we never let go.
His soul is my soul, and my soul is his. There has never been a lifetime when we weren’t together.
I scream as the ultimate pleasure finds me when Miles explodes inside me.
Our bodies locked together for all eternity in that moment as the golden cord ties tightly around both of us.
He’s breathing heavily on top of me. His cock slowly relaxing inside me.
Neither of us has spoken, and I lie here wondering if he saw what I saw.
Miles props himself up onto his elbow and looks down at me. His eyes are filled with questions and knowledge. A silent warmth spills from them into me.
“Are you ok?” He asks quietly.
I nod, smiling. “Yes,” I whisper.
He touches my face, tracing his fingers gently over my cheek.
“You’re mine now, Kelsey,” he whispers.
I nod again. I am his. He claimed me as he warned me that he would.
Miles lifts me and rolls so that he is on his back with me lying on his chest. He grabs the blanket I usually use for reading and pulls it over both of us. He doesn’t say a word as he wraps his arms around me and closes his eyes.
I drift off to sleep. Utterly spent. Completely satisfied.
But at some point, in the dark hours of the night, I wake up with my heart racing.
Glancing at the clock, I can make out the time on its glowing hands. 3 am.
My throat is dry, so I gently pry myself free of Miles’s embrace and slip out from beneath the blankets. He stirs but remains asleep.
I tiptoe naked through the dark towards the kitchen.
But I don’t get there.
In my chest, I feel an intense heat.
It spreads quickly along each of my ribs, tracing the edges of my bones. I clutch my skin and try to call for help, but no sound comes from my lips.
Suddenly, the skin in the center of my chest begins to glow a dark, luminous pink. Panic sets in, and I try to call for help again.
Something takes over my body, and the surge of energy running through me is overwhelming.
My arms spread wide, my head tilts up, and my long hair falls down my naked back.
My feet slowly rise from the floor, and, to my shock and confusion, I hover and glow as sparks of color shoot from me.
My mind floods with images, and I see Kala standing next to a pure white wolf, and I know she is related to me.
I see Kala’s fur softening from grey to pure white.
Her eyes turn into a brighter shade of green and glow as the moon rises behind her.
Then just as quickly as it started, it ends.
I drop down to the floor, lose my balance, and end up crouching on one knee. I can’t breathe.
I’ve only heard stories of magic. I’ve never seen it before in my life, and I’ve certainly never felt it before.
Was that magic? Is that what it was?
What does this mean?
What the fuck just happened?
I stand on shaking legs and run to grab my jeans. Tugging them on while I find my hoodie, which is hanging over the back of a chair near the door.
Hopping on one foot, I pull a sneaker on, then the other, and I’m out the door before I can give myself a chance to think.
There is only one way to know for sure if that was magic or not.
As I run towards the archive building, I try to tell myself it was a leftover effect from the knotting. From the claiming. But I’ve never heard of anything like that.
It was magic.
Stop panicking and making assumptions. Get to the archives. You’ve never looked up your family history. There has to be something in there to explain what just happened.
I’ve never wanted to look up my family history. They abandoned me. They gave me away. I wanted nothing to do with them.
But now, I need answers.
The archive building is always open as researchers tend to work at odd hours of the night.
I smile as I walk past the students, bent over notebooks and textbooks, not saying anything as they are deep in thought.
The place is like a library. Silence is the norm.
I slip through to the back and into the archive room that holds the scrolls of our history and our ancestors.
It doesn’t take me long to find my records, as everything is neatly organized and categorized.
With my hands shaking, I unroll an old, sepia-stained scroll and spread it out over the large wooden table in the center of the room.
I trace my finger over the list of names and along the carefully drawn lines that lead from one generation to the next.
The deeper I go, the more it becomes reality.
There are witches in my ancestry. It’s vague at first, but as I move further into the past, I can see the detailed inscriptions alongside the women’s names.
My heart is beating too slow, and my head is spinning.
Am I really a witch?
This is…this is….
“Kelsey!” Miles mutters harshly as he bursts into the room. “You just ran out. I heard the door slam, and I’ve never gotten dressed so fast in my life.”
“I…”
“What is it?” He asks, hurrying to my side.
“I’m so sorry,” I whisper, realizing that he has just claimed me, and he will probably deeply regret that when he finds out the truth about who I really am.
“What…” he says, leaning over the scroll and reading the section where my finger is pressed against the page.
“A witch?” He mutters in shock. “This is your scroll?” He asks.
I nod. “This is my family. This is… something happened earlier when I got up. I felt it. Magic burst through me, but I had no idea what was happening. I swear…Miles, I swear I never knew!”
Tears stream down my face as I realize he will have no choice but to reject me.
The Beta of the strongest pack cannot be with a witch. They will never allow it. They will never accept it.
To my surprise, though, Miles wipes my tears away gently with the pad of his thumb and pulls me into his arms. “Kels, this isn’t something to cry about.” He whispers, a soft laughter in his voice.
“I’m a witch, Miles,” I say, in case he didn’t fully understand.
“Yes, I get that. But this only makes you that much more special, don’t you see? This is a gift from the moon goddess. This is… this is amazing.”
“You aren’t angry?” I ask in shock.
“No, why would I be angry?” He says, looking down at me and cupping his hands over my face.
“You are so fucking beautiful,” he tells me. His voice soft and comforting. “Come back to bed. We can both research all of this in the morning. We can do it together,” he smiles.
“But the elders… they will tell you to leave me,” I argue.
He scoffs. “Let them fucking try. Kelsey, I have claimed you. You are mine. Do you understand that? I will never let you go,” he says sternly.
“My friends…” I mutter.
“Mira will be so happy for you. In fact, don’t you remember she went through a phase when she was younger, when she was fascinated by witches and magic? I think half of her library shelf is still taken up by books about magic. You should tell her and ask her to share what she knows.”
I nod, in awe of how comforting and accepting he is. I thought he was going to call me a freak, like everyone else probably will, and want nothing to do with me.
He slides his hand around my waist and kisses me gently.
“Come back to bed,” he whispers as his eyes roam my face.
“I don’t think I can sleep now,” I groan.
“I know exactly how to take your mind off everything,” he grins, and my heart beats faster.