The Curse of Wolf Crag #5
She wanted to believe it – especially when he was so close to her, especially with his hands touching her so sensually, so gently. Need raced through her, but Tara wasn’t going to fall for it just because she’d never stopped wanting him.
“Liar!” she said at last. “The Crag’s dying without people. You tricked me into coming back!”
“The devil with Wolf Crag! I need you!”
“Don’t talk of the devil, you fool!”
“I need you,” he repeated. “I love you. I want you. I tricked you, all right. I admit I exaggerated about your granda. I teased you to come and see the changes in the place. I reminded you of home. But I wanted you here to be with me.”
His sincerity touched her deep in her soul. His hands stirred her other senses. She couldn’t stop her fingers from touching his stubbled cheek, tracing his lips. She wanted to believe him. She fought not to believe him.
Then it didn’t matter, because the earth started shaking so hard it knocked her off the boulder, and Alistair came down with her.
They tangled together as the world bucked and rolled beneath them.
Daylight turned to twilight, and a thick blue mist began to boil through the trees. The spring began to hiss and steam.
The world was coming to an end. Tara didn’t doubt that for a moment.
Funny thing though – she wasn’t scared.
She pulled Alistair’s mouth to hers and kissed him. Desire roared through them. Her hands tugged at the waist of his sweatpants. Then cupped his bare ass. He growled in response. She arched against him as his hands found her breasts.
There was no way the world was ending before she’d had her way with her werewolf love one last time.
One new time – as a woman, not a girl. She needed him now in ways her mind fogged with teenage lust could never have imagined.
But, this being the end of the world, she’d settle for a quick, hard shag.
Alistair came up from a deep, hard kiss. “No! Wait!”
“What?” she shouted back.
The earth was still bouncing them around with bruising force. A freight train roar filled the air. The mist drew closer, grew darker. This was no time to talk!
He held her face in his hands, made her look him in the eye. “Say it!” he demanded. “Tell me!”
“Of course I love you!” she told him. She’d never spoken words more intensely in her life. Or more truthful. “I’ve always loved you. Always will. You’re my fate. Now kiss me.”
He did.
Tara forgot the chaos around them completely. She lost herself in every kiss, caress and thrust. He moved inside her and she moved to meet him. They reached the shattering point together and she didn’t care one bit if the world ended then and there.
Only, it didn’t.
Once she came down from the soaring pleasure she became aware that they were surrounded by stillness. By silence except for their ragged breaths. All she could feel was Alistair’s racing heartbeat against her chest.
All she heard was his rough whisper in her ear, “Did the world just stop moving for you, too?”
Tara couldn’t stop the laugh, and he laughed with her. They held each other, hugged and kissed for a while. It was wonderful – to be alive, to be together, to be naked and entwined and holding on to each other. The past didn’t fade away, but the pain of it was overridden by hope for the future.
“The world didn’t end,” she said eventually. “At least, the Crag’s still here.” She looked over Alistair’s naked shoulder. “Does Tor Rock look normal to you?”
He rolled off her and helped her to stand before glancing up at the sheer cliff behind them. “It looks as obviously phallic as ever,” he judged.
“The mist is gone,” Tara said.
Alistair rubbed his jaw. “I’m thinking the curse has been lifted.” He hugged her tightly, then lifted her in the air and swung her around. “Tara, we did it!”
“So we did,” she said with a sex-drunk grin when he put her down. “Let’s do it again.” She tried to drag him back to the ground.
But Alistair wouldn’t budge, and he was serious. Damn.
“What are you talking about?” she asked.
“We broke the curse! You and I making love, broke the curse.”
He’d tried not to believe in fate, now he was believing in curses. “Which curse? The one about the island disappearing?”
“Of course.”
“But, I thought that had to do with humans leaving the Crag. What’s that got to do with a Douglas and a Thomas having sex?”
“Being in love,” he corrected.
“That too.”
He ran a hand through his shaggy hair. “Don’t you recall the prophecy, the one about the Weaver and the Wolf? We learned it in school.”
The curriculum on Wolf Crag was a bit different than what students learned on the mainland.
“Weaver and Wolf does sound familiar. How did it go? When the Weaver and the Wolf hearts be at peace and as one something something vanishing something banished something the Crag as solid as love will be. You think that prophecy is about us?”
“You’re a weaver. I’m a werewolf. The world didn’t end. Let’s not try to analyze it any more than that, shall we?”
She took his point.
He took her hands in his. “My world’s solid as long as you love me.”
She pulled his head down for a kiss. “Then I believe Wolf Crag is going to be here for a good long time.”