Misenchanted Shifter (7 page)

Eileen grabbed another cookie.

Amethyst beamed when Eileen returned and hugged her tightly. “That was fast.”

Eileen inhaled her mother’s crisp scent. Lemon, vanilla and a slight crackle of ozone. “Shifters find their matches quickly in a world filled with nothing but shifters.”

When their hug ran its course, it was time for introductions. “Amethyst Heller, this is Harris Morse. Harris, this is my mother, Amethyst.”

Harris bowed and took the hand Amethyst held out to him, pressing it to his forehead. “Lady, may I have the honour of your daughter’s hand?”

Amethyst chuckled. “I am assuming you have asked her?”

Eileen grinned and held up the ring hand.

“I have.”

“Then, yes, you may have my daughter’s hand. The rest of her you will have to negotiate with her.” Amethyst smiled. “Stand up, Harris. Are you any relation to August Morse-Wilkins?”

“He is my nephew.”

“Oh. You don’t look old enough to have a nephew his age.”

Eileen was curious. “Where did you meet August Morse-Wilkins, Mom?”

Amethyst cleared her throat. “It was at the fey tapestry exhibition six months ago. He was attending with his father, who also did not look his age, come to think of it.”

Eileen smiled. Her mother had come back from the exhibition in a strange mood. It was part elation and part trepidation. The mood had cooled over time, but apparently, there was still something there.

Eileen headed into the kitchen. “I am going to make tea and we are going to have some planning to do. How quickly do you think I can lay hands on a wedding gown, and do you want to move to the Morse property with me when I go?”

Amethyst chuckled. “That is a serious conversation. I made a Victoria sponge and grab the Chinese takeout menu before we tackle this. I feel it is going to take a while.”

Amethyst hauled Harris to the couch and shoved him down before she headed up the stairs for a minute. When she returned, glowing white fabric peeked out of the folks of a dark cloak. “I can’t show it to you with him here, but the gown is covered, princess.”

Eileen grinned and brought the tea over to the coffee table, setting the tray down and then preparing for her mother to take charge.

Amethyst came forward with a phone and called for takeout before hanging up and handing the phone to Harris. “Call your people and work out the details. We are ready to move when you are.”

Harris took the phone with a salute and he made the call. The wedding was underway.

To Eileen’s surprise, Lord Adros Heller was at her wedding, sitting at the front on the bride’s side with a tear in his eye as Eileen walked up the aisle with her mother.

Her gown rippled with magic, and it made it quite clear that the fey part of her family was approving of the wedding.

Harris waited at the altar with his nephew August.

The look in August’s eyes confirmed for Eileen that the connection Amethyst had was not just one way. Something was going to have to happen there, but Eileen didn’t know how.

She smiled at the stunned expression on Harris’s face and pushed her mother’s unrequited love from her mind, just for this day.

She took Harris’s hand at the altar and smiled her way through the ceremony officiated by Harris’s mother. She answered at the appropriate times and threw herself into the embrace when they were allowed to kiss officially as husband and wife.

Laughter filled the room when Harris lifted her in his arms and carried her out of the ceremony. The party was for friends and family. The newly official couple had other things to do.

Eileen leaned her head against his chest and tried not to squirm. He was taking her back to the Morse family home, though museum was closer. On a huge span of land, a building had been placed and expanded upon as necessary.

Harris’s quarters were in the new east wing and, fortunately, closer than the far west wing where his sisters and families made their homes.

In his rooms, there was a two-person buffet waiting with a samovar for tea or coffee with the accoutrements for both nearby.

“Well, that was exhausting. I think we should just have a nice long nap.” Eileen wasn’t fooling anyone as she worked at the buttons on Harris’s shirt.

He chuckled and set her on the edge of the bed, kneeling between her thighs while he worked her skirts up and over her thighs.

The foaming fabric hid him, but she could definitely feel the heat of his tongue on her inner thigh while two fingers slid along her swollen sex, edged her panties aside and worked inside her. He pressed his mouth over her clit and tongued her through the fabric while his fingers thrust and retreated.

She moaned and braced herself on her hands while he brought her closer and closer to the edge. When she was one hard stroke away from screaming, he pulled away.

“I think it would be best if we both got naked for this. I don’t want to wreck your dress.”

It took her some effort to hear what he said, but she worked her way to the edge of the bed and stood up, hauling the entire mass upward. The gown went up and off with only a little snagging on her hair.

She released the tapes on the crinoline and pushed it down her thighs. Wearing nothing but her corset, stockings, shoes and soaked panties, she put her hands on her hips. “What else should go?”

He turned from folding his trousers and a wet mark swelled at the head of the ridge in his boxer briefs.

“I think if the panties go, we are good.” His voice was a low growl.

She slipped her thumbs under the elastic edge and smiled at the forethought that had made her put them on over her garters. When they landed on her shoes, she stepped out of them and waited for her dutiful husband.

He peeled off his briefs, and his cock sprang free, another pearly drop waiting at the head.

She swept her hair over one shoulder and bent over to take the head into her mouth. Another and another replaced the salty drop as she slipped more and more of his shaft between her lips.

She heard the groan and felt his hands stroking over the hard boning of the corset and the soft curves of her butt beyond it.

Harris gently uncoupled her from his cock, and he eased her to her back pressing his slick flesh into hers.

She gasped and groaned as he went in, deeper with every stroke; she held her breath when he withdrew and exhaled sharply when he thrust forward.

Eileen stared into his dark brown eyes, and he took them both closer and closer to climax until she felt the violent rush of pleasure and cried out as she clung to his shoulders. He groaned and thrust into her, holding tight as his cock jerked in counterpoint to her own contractions.

Harris sank onto her, and she wrapped her limbs around him, gasping against the tight pressure of her corset. It was a lot of fun but breathing was optional.

“Hello, husband.”

“Hello, wife. A good start, I think.”

She grinned. “The timing was perfect.”

He chuckled and eased them both to their sides, “I believe so. Thank you for waiting until yesterday to go into heat.”

She laughed. “That was pure luck and you know it.”

Eileen kissed his neck and nipped lightly at it as his hips slowly moved against hers once again.

He lifted her left thigh and pulled it high on his hip as he rocked into her.

Her body knew what it wanted and it wanted him, and he was more than willing to comply.

After several hours of coupling, relaxing and snacks, Eileen Heller-Morse lay in her husband’s arms and smiled at the occupational solution that had presented itself.

The Morse family home was more than just a huge building; it was a learning centre for local schools to bring the children and university students to do their dissertations on ancient creatures. They had the largest private collection of ancient skeletons in the hemisphere, and they made it open to the public three days a week. Eileen would have to learn all she could about the displays, but she could teach at home.

Amethyst was setting up a foundation to
move
her house and grounds. The house appearing by magic would be strange, but if a foundation was built first, there would be a record of the planning permission and everything else could simply be swept away with a light glamour.

Adros was surprisingly enthusiastic about his daughter staying near Eileen. As he put it, he could visit anywhere. Geography was not an issue.

After seeing Amethyst and August together at the rehearsal dinner, Eileen was sure that another wedding was going to happen. Adros hadn’t even engaged in more than a token protest at that point. If Amy was in love, he would deal with it.

In the last week, Eileen had tried to find her donation spot, and with a little effort, she had managed to pierce it with one of her claw tips. The small vial of blood had been her gift to the Morse family. It was one shift to the creature of their choice and they could sell it easily if they wanted to. The first vial of chimera blood on the market in two centuries was bound to be worth a bit of cash.

Harris pulled her against him and murmured, “These are thoughts for another day, love.”

“How do you know what I am thinking?”

“I recognize the tension in your body when you are planning the future. It is very distinctive.” He pressed a kiss to her shoulder.

She sighed and relaxed as the soft stroke of his lips on her skin eased her out of her plotting and scheming mood. She could live in the moment, for a while.

He rolled her to her back and moved over her, nibbling his way down her body once again.

Yeah, this moment has a certain appeal.
She laughed at herself and then gasped when he parted her thighs and began to use his tongue on her.
A certain appeal indeed.

As you can probably guess, I am building toward an event involving the fey and the shifters. I am hoping to fit it in by Xmas.

Thank you for reading,

Zenina Masters

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Zenina Masters was born in Canada and lives in Canada. She has a regular job and does nothing particularly exciting with her life. She enjoys fishing, silence and the ability to pick and choose friends she can trust. Life is too short to watch your back all the time.

Her writing life is a teeny bit of escapism, she would probably chicken out if confronted by three naked men and looks forward to one day finding out.