A Witch's Fury (18 page)

This will work. My eyes roved over him,
appreciating his broad shoulders and thick arms.

His nostrils flared. He nuzzled the side of
my neck. Dimly I heard the doors closing after Sonny and Caleb.

Bear’s eyes traveled slowly over my face,
taking in my elevated breathing and scenting my arousal.

“Olivia,” his voice was lower, gravelly, and
all animal.

“Bear,” I answered.

Bear smiled, leaning down to my ear and
licking the shell before he whispered, “I can smell you.” Slipping
a hand under his shirt, I pressed my fingers lightly against his
abs, enjoying the feeling of his ragged breath.

I let my desire seep out, my raw need
slipping down my arms into him. Bear closed his eyes, moving
between my legs, pressing my hand flat against his stomach. “Can
you feel me?” I whispered.

Bear’s eyes opened and I watched his beast in
control. I couldn’t help leaning forward, my grin spreading as I
tugged on the hair peeking above his waistband.

Bear wrapped his large hand around the soft
flesh on the back of my neck. I was impressed by his control as he
forced my head to tilt up. Slowly, he lowered his mouth to my own.
Heat blasted through my veins and I pushed closer to him. My hand
wrapped around his back to pull him near. His free hand pressed
against my shoulder as he pulled away.

“Are you sure?” he whispered close to my ear,
my body pressing against his massive erection.

“Yes,” I whispered.

“You are done being in control, darling,” he
warned me, nipping at my neck. I lifted my chin, giving him access
to the delicate skin there. He growled, biting down harder, and
reached up to lock my hands above my head. Inhaling sharply, I
arched my body against his, moaning.

“You want it, you have to take it,” I warned
him, my eyes darkening in lust.

Slowly, with a degree of control that
surprised me, he removed my wraps, then began lifting up my black
tank top, pressing kisses to my naked flesh, inch by slow inch.

I growled, thrusting my hips at him. He
looked up at me, his tongue working small circles under my rib
cage, my hands securely in his own above my head.

Another inch and he was wonderfully close to
my bra. Releasing my hands, he removed the offending tank top, his
warm hands sliding over my sides. Gently, he lowered the straps of
my bra before unclipping the back and setting it to the side. With
a slow kiss to my lips, he had my hands secure again. The cool air
of the gym pebbled my nipples as a chill had me shivering.

Bear’s warm lips enveloped my right nipple,
drawing it into his soft mouth before his teeth rolled the delicate
flesh painfully around. I wanted to run my hands into his scalp and
draw him closer, but he wasn’t letting them go. Instead, I cried
out, arching my shoulders back.

He was an expert torturer, and I was a
willing subject.

“I want to touch you,” I whispered as his
attention shifted to my other nipple.

“Mmmuhuh,” he sounded, the vibrations sending
painful tendrils of need straight to my groin.

“Bear,” I warned as he continued his
assault.

Moving my leg around his hip, I pressed my
heated core against his growing length, desperate for a touch.

He growled lowly. “I didn’t give you
permission to do that.”

I laughed softly, thrusting my hips before
questioning, “Does that make you want to punish me?” My hips
refused to stop.

He growled again, releasing my hands to
forcefully grab handfuls of my ass, pressing me painfully against
him. Lowering his face in my breasts, he nipped the tender flesh on
each before rising to his knees, removing his weight. I pushed up
on an elbow, wondering if he had come around and changed his
mind.

Our clothing being torn off had me clamping
my mouth closed with a smile.

He leaned back over me, beast and man
breathing heavily as his gaze roved over my body. His fingers
trailed a scorching path from my calf up my inner thigh before he
pinned my hands above my head again.

Flesh on flesh contact had me widening my
legs, hooking one around his hip in raw need.

“About time,” I whispered, using my heel to
push his hips down closer to me.

Tattoos swirled around his impressive
muscles, flexing and bunching as he refused to release my hands. I
had the distinct feeling he had an impressive bondage
collection.

He shifted his hips up and I whimpered to his
knowing smile.

I grunted my disapproval, wiggling to get
free. Slowly, he used his free hand to toy with the folds between
my legs.

“Bear,” I groaned, fighting the restraint,
which only made what he was doing that much hotter.

My head rolled on my shoulders as he
tormented my clit with his thumb before sliding a finger into my
waiting warmth.

I bucked, trying to press into his hand
harder. His breathing was ragged as he pulled his hand out of me.
“Do you need a safe word?” he asked seriously.

I shook my head, my hips still pushing for
him. The mammoth covered my body with his own, forcing the air from
my lungs as he pushed himself roughly inside of me.

I sucked in a deep breath, eyes closed as the
room began to move. Bear moved us against the ropes. The cold
material was a stark contrast to his warmth and I flinched closer
to him. His hands supported my hips, his fingers digging in,
creating a sweet combination of pain and pleasure. My head rocked
back but I couldn’t bring myself to care as he moved roughly inside
of me, pushing out all traces of Blake and the gentleness we once
had. I gave in to the force and the beautiful joining of pain and
pleasure.

Bear’s large member hit ever nerve in my body
perfectly, driving me towards an explosive orgasm that rocked the
very walls inside my body. He wouldn’t relent, his speed increasing
as I attempted to recover from my first orgasm, only to have my
second thrust upon me as I cried out again, his speed increasing
still.

Just when I thought I might have made a
mistake about the safe word, as my third leg-numbing orgasm
pummeled through me, he also roared out, stilling as he emptied
into my body. Bowing my head onto his shoulder, I sucked air into
my overheated body.

“Bear, are you alright?” I asked softly.

Slowly he lifted my face to his, in perfect
control. “Olivia.” My name was a strain on his lips and I struggled
to get away from him.

“It was the easiest way to get you back.”

“I could have hurt you.” His eyes were angry,
but he wasn’t releasing me.

Reaching a hand to caress the stubble on his
cheek, I shook my head. “But you didn’t.”

“Olivia,” he marveled as I pulled my gaze
back to his eyes, “you saved me.”

“Aw, I bet you say that to all the
girls.”

A sudden pounding on the gym doors had Bear
setting me down and pushing me behind him. I peeked around his
broad shoulder when the doors burst open.

“Mark is looking for you, he said Jerry was
kidnapped,” yelled Caleb across the gym, averting his gaze from our
naked forms.

“Fucker,” I hissed, throwing on my shorts and
tying the ruined sides together.

“Did he say where?” I asked, sorting through
the clothing for my shirt. Bear handed it to me, slipping back into
his unharmed jeans. My shirt wasn’t so fortunate. I wrapped it
under my arms before tying it behind me.

The young shifter looked at me with a glazed
look in his eyes as I finished tying.

“Wow,” he mouthed, impressed.

Slinging myself out of the ring, I closed the
distance between us aggressively, slapping him sharply across the
face. “What else did Mark say?” I demanded, forcing myself not to
shake him.

He swallowed, blinking his intelligence
back.

“Uh, that he thought they were going to
succeed this time,” he muttered.

My face paled with horror.

Bear was now paying attention, having leaped
out of the ring to stand next to me. “What does that mean,
Olivia?”

I shook my head, running to my bag and
pulling my phone out. “If they succeed in reaching the Fae, we are
all fucked,” I whispered, true terror stealing my breath.

Six missed calls—dammit, I am a horrible
friend and asshole. My phone couldn’t respond fast enough as I
called Mark back.

“Olie,” Mark rasped.

“Where are you?”

“At home.”

“I’m on my way. Mark, I will find him, I
swear it.”

“I—it’s—just hurry.” He ended the call, his
voice broken and hopeless.

I turned to leave, only to be stopped by
Bear’s hand on my arm. “Call the Alpha and let him know where we
are,” he commanded Caleb.

Turning his attention to me, he paused, his
eyes widening slightly before narrowing. “I can feel you.”

“Good, then you know I am leaving.” I pulled
out of his grasp forcefully.

He was hot on my heels trotting down the
hallway. “What does this mean, Olivia?”

“That we had consensual sex.” I stomped down
the stairs, the noise ending our conversation until we hit the
parking garage.

Taking a look at Bear’s worried face, I
stopped to assure him, “Don’t worry. It will fade and distance will
eliminate it entirely, if it’s too much for you.”

My SUV blocked my view of him as I jumped
around to the driver’s side. I threw myself into the seat, smashing
the gas pedal and roaring out of the parking lot. He hardly had
time to close his door.

I couldn’t help but feel this was all my
fault. If I hadn’t told Sonny to call Jerry, would I still be
rushing over to Mark to figure out what the hell happened?

I remembered little of the drive as I swerved
between cars, using the large size of my SUV to force others out of
my way.

Squealing into Mark and Jerry’s driveway I
jolted to a stop, fear icing my stomach, my fingers tightening on
the steering wheel.

Bear reached over, resting his fingertips on
my forearm, my fear and worry clouding his face.

“I’m sorry, Bear. I should have warned
you.”

He squeezed my arm trying to reassure me. I
looked over at him with tears in my eyes before I clamped down on
my emotions, hissing out a breath.

I nodded my thanks before opening the car
door.

Bear fell into step beside me as I strode
with my hands flexed against my ruined clothing. I probably should
have changed, but it was too late now. I pushed open the door,
already ajar.

Mark sat wringing his hands together. He
wanted to do something, anything, but he didn’t know what the next
step was. “Olie,” he exhaled, standing as we entered. The loss in
his eyes killed me. He was trying to keep it together. His jaw
clenched, he was battling anger, at war with panic, his beast
wanting to rip open everything around him.

I embraced him, holding him close. Pulling
back, I gingerly touched the ghost of a blade mark on his neck.
“Silver. They used you to get him quietly.”

He nodded and I shifted my gaze to his brown
eyes. “Tell me everything.”

Mark blew out a breath, moving to sit again.
Bear stayed by the door, watching outside to give us the illusion
of privacy.

“It was that witch again and her flunkies,
but they had help, they had shifters.”

Bear turned from the door, eyebrows drawn
tightly over his darkening eyes. The news of a shifter working with
the witches was a personal betrayal to all shifters.

“How did they leave?” I whispered the
question, afraid of the answer.

Mark’s eyes darkened, his hopelessness
echoing in me. “A portal.”

I hung my head, wrenching my hands.

“They’re gone, aren’t they?” Mark
whispered.

Determination steeled my spine as I drew my
green-eyed gaze to him. “I will find him.”

“How, Olivia? How can you track a portal?”
Mark wailed. “I’ve lost him. I’ve failed him.”

I moved without thinking, framing Mark’s head
with my hands, kneeling in front of him.

“I will find him. I’m going to see The
Oracle.”

“You will?” his beast backed down from
pushing him into shifting, relief relaxing his shoulders.

I nodded solemnly, moving my hands to his
shoulders, standing.

“Yes, I’m going to The Oracle.”

Bear moved to my side, “The Alpha and Darren
are here.”

I nodded as I watched Mark’s control
solidify, hope giving him strength. A car door slamming had me
turning to the front door, watching Logan and Darren run into the
room with hurried movements. My gaze met Logan’s.

“Olivia,” Logan tried, casting a glance at
Mark. Then both he and Darren scented the air, their eyes widening
as they looked first to me, then Bear. Logan’s neck reddened and
his corded muscles flexed in his t-shirt with restrained power.

“Yeah,” Bear said, rubbing the back of his
grizzled neck, “it happened.” He smiled, meeting my gaze.

I couldn’t help answering the smile before I
snapped back to the situation at hand. I didn’t need to explain my
actions to them, well, I guess I kind of did since it involved Bear
being drugged. Whatever. This was not the place for it.

“I’m going,” I announced to the room, making
my way outside.

Logan and Darren shared a look before Darren
nodded, moving to sit with Mark.

Bear looked at his Alpha and Logan shook his
head ever so slightly. His irritation surprised me. Why did Logan
care who I slept with?

“I can see you, fuckers. I’m doing this
alone,” I grunted, clearing the door and the porch steps and
quickly heading to my SUV. I didn’t typically feel awkward being
half naked, but for some reason Logan was unnerving me. I refused
to look too closely at that.

Before I managed to shut my door, Logan was
putting on his seatbelt in the passenger seat. Fucker moved fast
when pissed, good to remember.

I grunted, starting the vehicle and staring
at him.