Shadow of the Wolf(26)

"Are they still in there?"

Chris snorted. "I think they're going to be in there for quite a while."

Daniel frowned. "What's Zach doing?"

"Watching them."

"Why?"

Chris almost answered him, but the casual contempt in Daniel's tone  stopped him. Daniel needed to learn to leave Zach alone; he was the one  most likely to pick on Zach thanks to Zach's apparent lack of power. And  if Chris was right, Zach would soon be able to get some of his own  back. "Do me a favor and order some pizzas, will you? I have some work  to do."

"Sure thing. Move, Zach." Daniel pushed his brother away, ignoring Zach's growling response.

"Pepperoni?"

Zach's verbal growling stopped, but his stomach piped up. "Sounds good."

"Oh, pizza? Can I have mushrooms and garlic and tomatoes?" Lana reached  out for yet another dried herb, barely turning away from her pot.

"Got it." Daniel picked up the phone and prepared to make the call.

Chris touched Daniel's shoulder to get his attention. "Make sure you pick the pizza up; don't have it delivered."

Daniel gave him a thumbs up. "Pick-up, please."

Chris headed for his workroom and the Registry. I wonder if I'm right, and Zach is a witch, not a wizard.





Chapter Nine


Chris woke from the most wonderfully erotic dream he'd ever had to the  feel of something wet and warm lapping at his cock. He stretched and  smiled, knowing just what, or rather who, was going on.

"Morning, little witch." He opened his eyes to the prettiest sight he'd  ever seen. Lana's hair hung over her face, hiding what she was doing  from him. He reached down and gently pulled her hair back, enjoying the  sight of her swollen lips moving up and down his cock.

"Mmm." Her smile was sensuous, her eyes tangling with his, her  expression hot and hungry. She lowered down and down until her nose  brushed his pubic hair, and he damn near lost his mind.

"Shit, sweetheart. Do that again." She pulled back and slowly, oh so  slowly, lowered herself down on him again. "God. Oh fuck. Tongue. Use  your tongue." He watched, entranced, while she made love to him with her  mouth. He longed to let go and fuck into her but he held back,  terrified he'd hurt his beautiful mate.

She shot him a heated look and turned, presenting her ass and that pretty pussy to him.

"Swing your leg over, sweetheart." She obeyed, and there it was, his  favorite meal in the world, all spread out and ready for him to feast.  With a growl, he tugged her down until he could taste her to his heart's  content.

Her sweet mouth was about to drive him insane. He could barely  concentrate on what he was doing to her, but from the moans he must have  been doing it right.

He began nibbling on her clit, sucking it into his mouth and laving it  with his tongue. Her groan felt incredible around his cock so he did it  again, and again, until she was fucking herself into his mouth. The  suction on his cock increased until he thought she'd pull his brains out  the tip, and right then and there he really didn't care if she did. He  was so damn close to spilling down her throat, but he wanted her to go  over the edge first.

Chris pulled off of her long enough to drench one of his fingers in her  juices, making sure it was good and wet before pressing up against the  pucker of her ass.

The suction on his cock paused, but he didn't. He sucked her clit back  into his mouth, earning him another mind-shattering groan around the  crown of his cock. She bucked back into him, fucking him, pressing the  tip of his finger into her ass without thought.

She gasped, stilling. He waited, allowing her to get used to the feel of  his finger there. If he had his way he'd eventually have his cock in  the snug passage of her ass, preferably sooner rather than later. For  now, he soothed her with laps of his tongue around her snug hole,  fucking his tongue into her pussy and his finger into her ass. He used  his free hand to thumb her clit, hoping the sensations would ease the  burn he knew she felt when his finger stroked deeper.

He wished he had another set of hands. He wanted so desperately to grab  hold of her head, push her down onto him, show her the rhythm he liked  best. Instead he stroked her clit harder and was rewarded by a low hum  of approval that nearly blew his head off. His hips jerked, shoving his  cock farther into her mouth. She rewarded him by sucking him in deeper,  stroking him with her tongue, encouraging him to fuck her mouth by  tugging on his hips with urgent fingers.                       
       
           



       

She was getting close. He could feel it in the trembling of her thighs,  see it in the way her toes were curling. He pulled his tongue from her  pussy, holding her steady with one hand while he fingered her ass and  nipped at her clit. He kept a steady suction on her clit, tonguing it  until she was screeching around him, her orgasm shuddering through her,  damn near squeezing his finger off.

He wriggled out from under her, determined to finish what he'd started a  month ago. Sinking into her wet heat he rode her hard, more than eager  to spill into her warm depths. Bending down he nipped her neck, biting  through the skin, tasting her blood on his tongue for the first time.

It was too much for both of them. Lana came with a scream, her pussy  walls clamping down so hard on him he was afraid his cock would pop off.  His orgasm ripped through him, pouring into her until he had nothing  left. He collapsed next to her, pulling her tightly to him. He looked  down at his little mate, loving the way she cuddled up against him. He  fingered the mark he'd left on her neck, smiling. He whispered the final  words that would finish the spell and mark her for all time as his. The  bite mark turned, twisting, darkening, until the shadow of a black wolf  rested on her skin.

She'd accepted him whether she knew it or not. If she hadn't, he could  whisper those words for eternity and the shadow would never have shown  itself.

His hands stroked down her sweaty back, tangling in her hair again and tugging her mouth to his.

His taste mingled with hers, exploding on his tongue. "I've decided something."

She panted on top of him, burying her face against the crook of his neck. "You can think?"

He grinned. "Oh yeah. Want to know my decision?"

"Mmm." She kissed his shoulder, and his cock twitched.

Hell, she breathed, and his cock twitched, so that was no surprise. "I could really come to love morning people."

Lana's shoulders stiffened. He waited, continuing to stroke her back,  wondering if this was the point where she'd back away from him, try to  put some distance between them. "Could you?"

"I'm certain of it." Hell, he'd already fallen. He just didn't have the  courage to tell her yet. She was strong, feisty, funny and the sexiest  damn thing he'd ever seen. How could he not love her?

Her shoulders relaxed. "See? Mornings aren't all that bad, are they?"

"They're becoming my favorite time of the day."



Her head lifted, and she squeaked. "Oh my God!" She leapt out of bed and  stumbled, catching herself on the dresser. "Shower. Chris! It's  Saturday!"

He sat up, watching her pull a dresser drawer open frantically. "What time do you have to be at Kelly's?"

"Nine a.m."

"Hair and makeup?" His cousin Linda had been a frantic mess just before  her wedding when one of her bridesmaids was late for the hair  appointment. The maid of honor, his girlfriend at the time, had finally  called him to track down the missing girl and drag her to the beauty  shop. He still shuddered whenever he thought of his normally cool cousin  flipping out with curlers in her hair and half her makeup on, screaming  so loud she'd set off a car alarm. She'd looked like  …  what was the  phrase?

Oh yeah. Bridezilla.

He was snapped back to the present by the frantic flapping of his mate. "Yes! Oh Lord. Where's my dress?"

He got out of bed, trying not to laugh at the panic on her face, and  went to the closet. "Calm down, sweetheart. Go jump in the shower. I'll  have clothes laid out for you and your dress ready to go.

You'll just need to grab the right underwear."

"Thanks!" She raced for the bathroom, pausing at the entrance. "Chris?"

"Hmm?" He smiled at her, wondering at the happy expression on her face.

"I could grow to love mornings too." Before he could reply, she shut the  door, leaving him standing in the bedroom with what he was certain was  the stupidest grin ever to grace a man's face.

She was his.



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"Stop worrying, everything will be fine." Kerry patted Kelly's hand,  their blonde heads close together. "You look beautiful, the bridesmaids  look beautiful, and I look beautiful. What's left to worry about?"  "That's what you said five minutes ago." Kelly started to bite at her  nail, looked at her manicure, and dropped her hand. "Dennis is here,  right?"