Witch Way to Love (5 page)

She
didn’t know this man, this wolf, who knelt between her legs. He wouldn’t even
divulge his name to her, and yet she felt closer to him at that moment than
she’d felt with anyone before. The moment he’d opened the door, she’d wanted to
throw herself into his arms and beg him to fuck her, which really wasn’t like
her. He might say this was for tonight only, but if she had anything to say
about the matter, he’d be in her bed again—and soon. Her body felt enflamed, as
if she were burning from the inside out, and she knew he was the only one who
could quench her growing desire.

His
tongue dipped inside of her, spearing her, before flicking up to caress her
clit. Shockwaves of pleasure washed over her, making her nipples tighten and
her skin heat. Her hands fisted the bedding to keep herself from grinding on
his face. She wanted to ride him until she came, and then she wanted to do it
all over again. She’d only ever had one orgasm a night with the men in her
past, but something told her things would be different with this one. If anyone
could make her come multiple times, it would be this wolf.

He
sucked her clit into his mouth, holding the delicate bud between his teeth as
he lashed it with his tongue. She tossed her head from side to side, whimpering
at the sensations bombarding her. Wave after wave of ecstasy crashed over her. There
was a growing need inside of her, an overwhelming need. She felt her body
straining for release, needing to come, and yet it was just out of reach. He
teased and tormented her some more, seeming determined to bring her to the
brink then topple her over. Just when she thought she’d never get there, he
slid a finger inside of her. She felt her pussy clasp the digit as she cried out,
a long, piercing cry, her body coming so hard that she saw stars.

As
the haze cleared, she felt him lap up her cream before rising over her. The
hungry look in his eyes had her pussy clenching with need. He nuzzled her neck,
nipping her lightly, sending shivers through her small frame. Her hands clasped
his biceps, but her need to touch him wasn’t appeased. Her palms drifted over
his chest, the crisp hair there tickling them. She watched his nipples tighten
and felt his cock jerk against her.

“Roll
over,” he said gruffly.

Before
she complied, she saw a flash of yellow in his eyes, and knew his wolf was
close to the surface. This wouldn’t be a gentle lovemaking. It would be the
wild fucking of a wolf, and she found herself trembling with desire to have
him, all of him, any way she could. She rolled onto her stomach and rose onto
her hands and knees, presenting him with her ass, just like she’d read about in
books.

He
growled low in his throat, his hands clamping down her hips, as if to hold her
in place. She felt the head of his cock at her entrance and, without
warning,
he pushed inside, filling her completely with one
thrust. She cried out, not in pain, but in intense pleasure. Her pussy rippled
along his cock, wanting him to take her, needing the wildness she felt inside
of him. She wanted him to unleash the beast within.

The
wolf pulled back,
then
plunged back in, hard and fast.
The sound of flesh slapping against flesh filled the air as he began pounding
into her, giving no quarter. He fucked her long and hard, making her come more
than once. It seemed one orgasm would barely stop before another would begin.
Her limbs shook from the strain of holding herself up as she weakened, her
magick cocooning them, draining her.

He
shifted, his chest pressing against her back as he nuzzled her ear.

“You’re
mine,” he growled.

Before
she could ask what he meant, he came inside of her, exploding with a force
unlike anything she’d felt before, and then there was a stabbing pain in her
left shoulder. As the fog cleared, she realized he’d bitten her. The fact that
he hadn’t used protection didn’t matter nearly as much as
that
bite
. Had he intended to claim her? Or was it the heat of the moment?

He
licked the wound as he eased his cock from her body. Unable to hold herself up
a moment longer, she collapsed onto the bed, burying her face in the quilt. She
lay panting for breath, struggling through the fog in her brain to understand
what had happened.

“You
bit me,” she mumbled into the bedding.

He
trailed kisses down her spin and nipped her on the hip. “I told you that you
were mine.”

She
rolled over, shoving him off her in the process. Blowing her hair out of her
eyes, she glared up at him. He looked well satisfied and cocky as hell. So the
doggy thought he had a new toy, did he?

“I
didn’t give you permission to bite me. I don’t even know your name!”

His
gaze slid down her body, then back up to meet her eyes. “It was going to happen
sooner or later. You’re my mate. We’re destined to be together.”

More
like he was destined to be a pain in her ass. She’d love to smack that look off
his face, see if he still wore that shit-eating grin with a red handprint
across his cheek. Of all the nerve! The audacity of the stupid canine!
Marking her as if she were some…thing.
Some prize to be won,
some trophy to collect. She was a person, and she had thoughts and feelings,
and he’d trampled all over them by just doing whatever the hell he pleased.

“Get
out.”

The
grin died, confusion clouding his gaze. “What?”

“Get
the fuck out of my house!”

He
didn’t move, didn’t blink. She wasn’t even sure he was breathing. He’d gone as
still as those nasty gargoyles guarding his house. He regarded her silently,
his eyes giving nothing away. She opened her mouth to demand he leave again,
but he gripped her ankle and jerked her to the edge of the bed. Leaning down,
he caged her between his arms and touched the tip of his nose to hers.

“Kicking
me out won’t change a damn thing, witch. Whether you like it or not, you’re
mine. And I never give up what belongs to me.”

She
ground her teeth together, pushed against his chest, then settled for glaring.
“I’m not a possession you own. And you bit me without my consent! One word to
your alpha and your ass is in big time trouble.”

That
grin was back in
place
again, the one that made her
want to throttle him.

“Honey, the alpha doesn’t order me
around. He’s in charge of his precious pack because I
let
him be in charge. If you think there’s a higher power that is
going to swoop in and save you from my clutches, you’d better think again. No
one in this town would dare go against me.”

Her heart beat erratically in her chest.
“Who are you?”

His eyes flashed yellow again. “Cade.
Cade
Milcom
.”

Her eyes widened and her breath caught
in her throat. She knew that name. Everyone knew that name.

“You’re the
werelock
.”

His grin broadened.
“Very
good.”

“But…I didn’t think you could take a
mate.”

His lips firmed, a serious expression
overtaking his face. “It isn’t that I can’t, it’s that I shouldn’t.”

“Is something going to happen to me? I’m
not going to change now that you’ve bitten me, am I? I know the rules are
slightly different for you than would be for a normal werewolf.”

“You aren’t going to change.
As for something happening to you…
I hope not.”

She shoved at him again, not stopping
until he rolled off her. When he stood beside the bed, she scrambled to her
feet, snatched her robe off a nearby chair, and hastily pulled it on.
Breena
tied the sash and folded her arms under her breasts.

“I need you to leave. I need time to think.
You’ve done something that can’t be undone. You realize that, don’t you?” she
asked.

He gave a nod and began jerking on his
clothes. “I’m sorry if you’re upset with me, but my wolf half was insistent on
making you ours. The warlock side of me tried to be the voice of reason, but…
Well, obviously, it lost.”

“I need some time, Cade. I need for you
to give me space, let me work through this my own way.”

“There’s not a counter spell. So, if
you’re thinking you can fix this, you’re wrong. You’re mine, irrevocably.
Understand?”

She didn’t like it, but she nodded. Deep
down, she knew he was right, but that didn’t mean she wasn’t going to try
anyway. It wasn’t in her nature to just go with the flow. Just because he’d
bitten her didn’t mean she had to like it. Okay, so maybe some small
part of her thrilled over the idea of belonging to a handsome,
powerful man like
Cade. Then there was the sensible part of her, which was
screaming for her to run!

“I’ll let myself out,” he said. “I’ll
give you three days,
then
I’m coming for you.”

“For what?
You think I’m
going to give up my life and just move in with you?”

He sighed. “We obviously have some
things to work out, but, yes, I expect you to remain by my side. I can’t watch
over you if you aren’t nearby. I have enemies,
Breena
,
men who would love to get their hands on you. If there’s even a whisper in the
community that I’ve taken a mate, all hell will break loose.
Literally.”

Breena
turned from
him, drifting across the room to stare up at the moon. Damn mischief maker. She
had little doubt that had it not been a full moon, her wand would have been
perfectly content to remain home this evening. Instead, it had led her to the
werelock’s
door. Some days, it just didn’t pay to be a
witch.

Chapter Four

Cade
rolled his neck on his shoulders and glanced at the time again. He’d been
working on a particularly nasty spell for the past four hours, something that
should have taken him an hour or less. Instead, his thoughts kept drifting to
his sexy witch.
Breena
He hadn’t seen her for two
days. It was starting to feel more like two years. His wolf had been pacing
inside his head from the moment he’d walked out her door. The beast wasn’t happy
leaving his mate behind. Cade wasn’t too happy about it either, but there
wasn’t much he could do about it. If he’d ordered her to come with him, she
would have hated him for it. He wasn’t entirely certain she didn’t hate him
anyway.

He’d
hoped that she would come to
him,
forgive him for what
he’d done. It wasn’t like he’d set out to ruin her life. Yes, being with him
could add a bit of danger to her probably humdrum existence, but they’d have
each other. Mates were so rare, especially for someone like him. It wasn’t
often a werewolf and a warlock mated, and it was even rarer for them to have
offspring. In his entire lifetime, he’d never met another of his kind, hadn’t
even heard whispers of one existing. The last known
werelock
had been in the sixteen hundreds in England, at least, one that was documented.

There
was a crash at his front door and then he heard the voices of his gargoyle
friends. They seemed agitated, so he went to investigate. He wasn’t expecting
company, but people did stop by from time to time, usually someone who needed
his help.

Cade
opened the door and ducked as something flew straight for his face. He whirled,
expecting an attack, but froze in disbelief when
Breena’s
wand hovered in front of him. Something told him she hadn’t sent it to him, but
it meant his little witch would be visiting soon. Or better yet, he’d have a
reason to visit her.

He
was about to reach for the wand, when it began whipping around his body,
creating a funnel. The papers at his desk blew off; knick knacks on nearby
tables fell to the floor. As the wand flew past his face again, he reached out
and snatched it out of the air, holding it tight. He felt the energy pulsing
through it and watched as it began to glow a deep, dark red.

It
only took a moment for him to realize what was going on. The wand was there to
warn him.
Breena
was in trouble.

Cade
snatched his keys off the hook by the door, locked up, and ran to his
motorcycle.
Translocating
would have been quicker,
but he wasn’t sure if he’d need a way to get
Breena
back to his place. As it was, he flew through the streets, up and down hills,
speeding around corners. He pulled up to her house with screeching tires,
killed the engine, and ran for the door.

His
heart nearly stopped in his chest when saw it was partially open. What he could
see terrified him. Cade pushed open the door and stared at the devastation that
had once been
Breena’s
home. Furniture was ripped
apart and toppled, picture frames were smashed onto the floor, and the curtains
had been shredded and hung in tatters.

He
forced himself to think logically and began moving through the house one room
at a time, searching for his mate. When he stepped into her bedroom, his heart
stuttered in his chest. Someone had ripped the bed linens to shreds, deep claw
marks having torn them to bits. Only two things could have done that—a shape-shifter
or a demon. The mattress lay half off the bed frame. The dresser lay broken on
the floor. The mirror on the wall had been smashed and there was a hint of
blood on it.