Wild Magic (Wilding Pack Wolves 6) - New Adult Paranormal Romance (8 page)

His cock twitched, surging hard against his pants, and a growl rumbled in his chest. He wanted this woman
so bad,
it took all he had not to shove aside this idea of talking and just claim her mouth again.

“Tell me,” he said, deliberately holding her sweet body away from his. “Tell me everything. I want to know it all. Then I
want
you, Skylar. I want to hear more of those little moans and so much more.”

Her half-lidded eyes opened up like she couldn’t quite believe the words he was saying—
he
couldn’t believe the ferocity with which he felt them, but he meant every one.

“I…” She swallowed, and some of that nervousness came back. “I have a secret.”

Her sudden nerves had his wolf surging up and banging against his skin. “I know, my love. Whatever it is, you can tell me. I won’t tell a soul. You have my word.” Did she know his word was his life? She nodded like she did.

She bit her lip, hesitating a little more, then she said, “I’m a wolf.”

Everything in him stilled. “You’re a…
what?”
He couldn’t have heard her correctly.

She cringed under his hold on her shoulders. “I don’t know exactly how. My mother and father are both pure-bred witches, as far as I know. As far as
anyone
knows. There must have been someone, somewhere in my past…”

“Some witch with a taste for wolf.” His heart rate was picking up. Did this mean what he thought? Was this even possible?

She ducked her head like this was something to be ashamed of. And maybe it was… “You can’t tell anyone,” he guessed. “You’d cast some kind of shame on your coven.”

She looked up, and he hated the tears that seemed to suddenly brim in her eyes. “You can’t tell anyone,
please.
I’ll be cast out. Possibly cursed. No one can know, Daniel.
No one.”
She seemed so desperate to hear him make the promise again, so he did.

“I gave you my word.” He frowned. What did this mean? “But why are you telling me, if you don’t want anyone to know?”

His words just seemed to make the tears threaten to fall even more. “You’re right, I shouldn’t have told you.” She pulled out of his hold and retreated to the trunk of the stout pine tree behind her, folding her arms across her chest. She was locking him out again, closing herself off.

Which wasn’t what he wanted at all. “No. I’m glad you told me.” He took several cautious steps to get close to her again. He dropped his voice. “I just want to know
why
you told me.”

She dropped her gaze to the ferns on the forest floor. “My wolf never gets to come out. I can’t risk it. And yet here…” She looked up at him. “Here I feel like I’ve finally found a pack. Of sorts. I know that has to sound silly to you, but I’ve never had anything like it, and my wolf… my wolf has been whining and whining about you like she wanted me to tell you…”

Her wolf was singing for him.

He stepped back, dumbfounded. His heart raced, catching up to the thought that was surging through his brain—she was
the one.

She dropped her gaze again. “I know it’s silly—”

“No.”
He lurched toward her, suddenly unsteady with this understanding—
he had found her.
She was a witch who was secretly a wolf. He was a wolf just discovering his inner witch. They fit together like destiny and fate rolled up into one magical ball of blue energy. He eased up to her. “No, no, no. You don’t understand, my love, because how could you? You don’t have a pack. You don’t have anyone to explain…” He was still wrapping his head around this. All this time, she grew up as a witch—she
was
a witch—and yet she was also a wolf. And that wolf had needs… for pack… for a mate.

“Explain what?” she asked, but her arms, tightly-locked around her chest, had loosened a little.

He took her hands and unlocked them the rest of the way, holding one in each of his. “That whining you’re talking about. That’s your wolf singing for a mate.”

Her face opened in surprise. “A mate?”

“Yes, a mate.” His heart was banging around inside his chest. “Someone to bond with. Someone to care for. Any alpha lucky enough to mate with you would love and cherish and protect you all the days of your life.” Did she hear what he was saying? Would she understand?

Her eyes were wide. “My wolf was singing for you?”

Yes.
“And mine for you.” He gave a little laugh—he was hopelessly meant for her, and he’d barely recognized it himself. “All this time. I just didn’t know it because…”

“Because I was a witch.” The expression on her face held the same astonishment he felt.

His voice drew husky. “And now, so am I.” His wolf was clawing to come out. To have her. To claim her. It was insanely fast, but he could hardly hold back.

She still looked amazed. “And you
want
me?”

He slipped a hand into her short, spiky hair. “If I wanted you any more, I seriously think it might kill me.” Then he decided he’d had enough of words, and he would just
show
her what he meant. He pulled her hard into the kiss. Her moan as his tongue ravaged her mouth was all the encouragement he needed. He slid one hand down to cup her delicious bottom and hold her tight against him while the other kneaded her breast. She gasped into his mouth and arched into his hand. Her mouth was hot and demanding against his. His hands had minds of their own, urgently seeking out that bare-skinned touch that had sparked magic between them before. He slipped a hand under her tight little t-shirt and up under the flimsy bra she had, finding bare flesh. Her nipple was stiff against his palm.

He moaned into her mouth.
“Fuck.
Skylar, my love, what
is
that when I touch you? I’m losing my damn mind with that.”

She was clawing at his shirt, but his hands were too busy finding bare skin down the back of her pants to help her out with that.

“That’s our magic,” she breathed, her voice husky and so damn sexy. “Don’t wolves have that? Don’t you share magic when you touch?”

“No,” he said, feasting on her neck. “But I really fucking like being a witch now.”

She laughed, short and fast, before the moan came back. He couldn’t decide which he liked more. He backed her up against the tree trunk, slipping his hand out of the back of her skinny black pants and sliding them down the front. She gasped as his fingers caressed her silky-soft skin, sparking magic all the way to her sex. Then the gasp turned into a whimper, and he was back to consuming her mouth, swallowing her moans as his fingers worked the slick hotness between her legs. She was squirming and panting as he pressed her against the tree with his body, leaving just enough room for his fingers to torment her with pleasure between her legs.

She threw her head back, breaking their kiss. “Oh yes! Daniel… holy…” She was panting so hard, he was losing his mind with it. He worked against her pants to slip two fingers inside her, and she
shrieked.
He could feel the magic sparking pleasure in his damn fingers—he couldn’t even imagine what it must be doing to the sensitive nerves of her sweet, sweet sex.

“Goddammit, Skylar,” he panted against her throat. She was squirming and whimpering so much, he had to hold her still with a hand on her breast and his mouth on her neck. “Is it always like this for witches? Because
fuck
I need to be in you.” His fangs were already coming out, and the need to sink them in her was howling inside him.

“Yes, oh goddess please, yes.” She was still uselessly grabbing at his shirt.

“Pants. Off.
Now.”
His growl held all his impatience. He lurched back from her long enough to rip open his jeans and shove them down, springing free his cock from its aching prison. He didn’t bother taking off his pants the rest of the way. She had only gotten hers halfway down her hips, so he fell to his knees and took care of it. Then he tore her boots free of her little feet, running his hands up the sweet curves of her legs once they were bare. She was whimpering as she braced against the tree, one hand on his head, and he couldn’t resist—he was desperate to be inside her, but he had to have a taste. He lifted one of those delicate knees over his shoulder and dove in, tongue first. She shrieked again as the magic leaped from his tongue straight to her sex, then she grabbed onto his head with both hands and bucked into his mouth. He gave her everything she wanted, lapping up all her sweetness, then plunged his fingers inside.

“Yes!”
she cried. “Please, yes, please, don’t stop…”

No way in hell he was stopping. “Come for me, my love,” he whispered against the impossibly soft skin of her thigh as he pumped her hard with his hand.

She cried out, and the thin limbs of her body wrapped all around him, clutching him, grabbing at him… until finally she bucked so hard against him that he had to fight to keep her anchored to the tree. Her sweet wetness gushed as her sex convulsed around his hand. The sounds she was making, the scents and the sweetness… there was only so much he could take. He pulled his hand free of her and rose up in one swift motion. He grabbed her hot bottom away from the tree, but her head was still lolled back, lost in the magic-sparked orgasm he had just given her.

“I need to be inside you, my love,” he panted, positioning his cock at her entrance but waiting. He wanted her back to her senses. He wanted her beautiful blue eyes on him. He wanted to see her when he buried himself in her.

She lifted her head and blinked. “Sweet goddess, more?”

“So much more,” he growled, ducking his head to nuzzle her flushed cheek. “Say you want me.”

“I want you.” She was still gasping for breath.

His cock nudged her entrance. So wet. A shudder ran through her and spread to him as the magic sparked between them at the contact point. He had to hold himself back from slamming into her. “I want you now. I want you hard, Skylar. But this doesn’t end here. I want you for more.”

“More?” The word was mostly a gasp. Her hands had worked into his hair and gripped his shoulders. Her legs wrapped around his waist.

“I want you for life.” It was a whisper. And it was too much to ask. Far too much. But it was everything he wanted.

Her eyes went wide. “As mates.”

“As mates.” His breath was hot on her lips, but he wasn’t touching her there. Only his hands on her sweet bare bottom and his cock pressed to her hot, dripping sex. “I can fuck you once and leave you. Or I can love you once and forever.”

Her breath caught, and her eyes glassed. “Forever. I choose forever.”

Yes.
The joy that filled him sent his wolf howling. “Skylar,” he breathed, his voice so husky it was almost a whisper. “I claim you for my mate.” Then he thrust hard up into her.

Her mouth dropped open. “Sweet mother goddess,” she breathed as he stayed buried to the hilt. Magic was sparking the length of his cock, and he had to fight not to come right then. She clutched hard at his shoulders.
“So big.
You’re so damn big. Daniel….
take me.”

So he did. Pulling back and thrusting in, again and again, each stroke a wonder of magical pleasure. She was so sweetly tight, he had to ram so hard, that he was afraid he might be hurting her. But those sounds coming out of her mouth—the moans and the whimpers and the shrieks—were nothing but pure pleasure.

“Yes! Yes!” she cried over and over, and then she crested again, pulsing all around him. By some power he didn’t think he possessed, he managed not to come. He needed to forestall that for just a little longer… because he had every intention of truly claiming Skylar Starling.

When he was sure he had milked her climax good and long, he eased out of her, still hard as a rock and wet from their lovemaking. He lowered her legs to the ground and stepped back. “Shift for me, my love,” he said, speaking the ritual words.

“What?” she said, dazed and holding onto the tree now that she no longer had his support.

“Shift and submit to me.”

She blinked and stared at him for a moment… then a slow smile spread across her face.

And she shifted into the most beautifully delicate black wolf he had ever seen.

I can’t believe this is happening,
thought Skylar.

She was standing in wolf form, her clothes in a pile beside her, in front of Daniel Wilding…
and he wanted her for a mate.

The whirlwind of it was almost too much for her mind to grasp—Daniel had embraced his witch, she’d confessed her secret, and now he was standing before her, tall and proud, as a white wolf. His wolf had changed from that shaggy black beautiful beast she had seen in the forest, and now he stood with his tail and head held high. Her wolf instinctively recognized it—the alpha pose. Did she really want this? Could she really give herself to this amazing man so quickly… and forever? It didn’t help that her mind was muddled by two insane orgasms that Daniel had just given her, with his tongue and his cock. Now he wanted to give her his love—
once and forever.

Even the memory of the words sent a shiver through her.

Yes, she wanted this.
More than anything else in the world. She tucked her tail and stretched out her paws and dipped her head.
The submission pose.
As soon as she reached it a surge of magic seized hold of her, flowing from and resonating with Daniel’s magic. He was an incredibly powerful witch, but that energy—the combined energy of his witch and wolf magic—made the submission bond zing and lift her on a high that rivaled the orgasms still echoing through her body.