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A Werewolf for the Witch #30 Obstacles
Avalea“The protection around the hut… did you place it?” Aldrich asks.I’m finding it difficult to concentrate on his words.The kiss has left me shaken to my very core. His lips, his tongue, even his teeth… especially his teeth, drove me to the very edge of insanity. If his hand hadn’t drifted down to my behind, I don’t know what the kiss might have led to. When he cupped my behind, it shocked me, but I was more shaken by how it made my desire spike up. I’m thoroughly inexperienced in the various ways in which a man and woman might touch each other and pleasure each other. From the way Aldrich looks at the swell of my breasts, I think he might be interested in touching me there. I can’t be certain, though. All I have is bookish knowledge, and the books I read weren’t even the raunchy novels Ann’s maid used to smuggle for Ann sometimes. I merely know the science behind it. When I read the chapters on procreation as a part of our Council-mandated syllabus, I was blushing red the ent
A Werewolf for the Witch #31 Lies and Priorities
AldrichAva is looking at me, her eyes shining with excitement. Despite the worry twisting my stomach into knots, I can't help taking a moment to appreciate how incredibly stunning she looks with the warm glow from the fire kissing her pale skin. I know without a shred of doubt that I'll give my life to protect her. The realization stuns me. I didn't know her two days ago, but today, I'm ready to die for her, to kill for her. I can't afford to dwell on the depth and the intensity of my feelings for her, nor can I afford to let guilt over the lies I have told to be with her overwhelm me. If she has indeed come up with a way to protect this hut from outsiders, it will give her enough time to heal. And once she's healed, I'll actually track Connor down like I promised Alpha Tam. That is the excuse I used to make Alpha Tam relieve me of my duties.When I laid my reasons down for wanting an indefinite leave of absence, Alpha Tam wasn't very pleased. If the circumstances had been diff
A Werewolf for the Witch #32 Confessions
Aldrich"Bothering me? Nothing's bothering me."I force a smile on my face just as the smile on hers drops. "I'm a good listener," she insists. "Drop it." My voice is harsher than I intended it to be. She looks away, her gaze turning to the tips of her toes, but not before I see the hurt reflected in her eyes. "I thought you considered me your friend." Her voice is low, and there's a sheen of misty tears on her eyelashes. I rub the back of my neck, cursing myself inwardly. Hugging her close, I place my forefinger underneath her chin and lift it up. I see the unshed tears more clearly, and feel like a worm. "You are my friend. It's just that there are things I can't tell you right now."She doesn't say a word, but looks at me steadily. I can't hold her frank gaze without being tempted to bare my soul. "Well I suppose I can tell you some of it. I lied to my alpha so I could be with you. Don’t ask me what the lie was, I can’t share that with you. At least, not right now.”I rub
A Werewolf for the Witch #33 Lessons in Physiology
Avalea I stare into the fire, mulling over the situation we are in as I do at least a hundred times a day. There are so many emotions I'm dealing with at any given time: heartbreak over Father's death, fear over Ann's safety, my attraction for Aldrich that is rapidly turning into something more than mere attraction, and the guilt that goes almost hand in hand with the attraction. At any given point, one of the emotions typically overrides the others. Like a moment ago, my desire, my lust for Aldrich was topmost on my mind. Now, it's the guilt. However, I know there will come a time when the guilt completely fades away. Not too far away in the future, I know that my feelings for Aldrich will catch up with the lust. When that happens, no power in any of the worlds will be able to stop me from giving myself completely to Aldrich. "So Skycharts," I repeat, looking at him with a smile. "The Blood Ritual needs to be performed when both the moons are at their brightest. The brightnes
A Werewolf for the Witch #34 Skycharts and Stargazing
AldrichIn my wolf form, all my senses are hyper acute. Needless to say, Princess Avalea's caress was pure torture. I must tell her, or better still, show her just how her little touches make me feel. I feel her hand on my neck as we step out of the hut cautiously. We come to a standstill right outside the door, listening. From the rustling of leaves, the snapping of twigs, the growls and the howls in the distance, I'm able to discern with a reasonable certainty that there are at least ten Werewolves within a five-mile radius, but they're all quite far from the hut. However, to get to the hillock, we will be passing pretty close to at least two of them. I wait while Ava closes her eyes and mutters a strange-sounding incantation under her breath. I feel something incredibly soft and light wrap around us. It feels as if I'm looking at the world through a thin veil. It doesn't hamper my vision in any manner. It just feels… different. "We'll walk to the very edge of the perimeter of
A Werewolf for the Witch #35 Darkness and Dark Energy
AvaleaI’m lost in my own head plotting the Skycharts when Aldrich shifts back into his human form. I’m about to yelp when his hand covers my mouth. He puts his finger to his lips, telling me to remain quiet. My eyes are wide and my breathing ragged. He doesn’t have to tell me he has sensed danger. I can see it in every taut line on his face, every hard angle of his body.He leans down until his lips are touching my ear.“We need that Cloak. Now.”I begin to object. Not enough time has elapsed before I can even attempt to tap into the Darkness inside me.“Now,” he says in a tone that doesn’t leave any scope for argument.I nod, conveying I understand.It’s difficult to focus with my heart hammering. I look into his eyes and force myself to be calm as I shift my focus from one form of magic to another that’s drastically different. My power gathers around my heart. I send tendrils of it down the blood in my veins, seeking the Darkness within. It’s there, but it’s depleted.I send a pray
A Werewolf for the Witch #36 Sex Creates Magic
Aldrich "An orgasm?" I ask, almost too shocked to even string these two words together. Ava is avoiding my eyes, staring resolutely at her toes. If it wasn't for her acute embarrassment, I would have thought she was joking. She looks adorable when her cheeks are flaming red. Placing two fingers underneath her chin, I lift it up, a tender smile curving my lips. "Hey. It's okay. We’re friends, aren’t we? You can tell me anything." As our eyes lock, her embarrassment dissipates. I press a kiss to her forehead and help her down to the ground so we are hidden by a large boulder, at least from one side. For a few seconds, I force my senses to attune to everything around me. I can't hear anything in the immediate vicinity, and I can sense no danger. Somebody led Sarah away from Ava and I. I thought I caught a glimpse of who it was, but what I saw makes absolutely no sense. Unless there was very powerful magic involved. Was Ava creating illusions unknowingly with her magic? I know
A Werewolf for the Witch #37 Making Sense of the Impossible
AvaleaWhat did I just experience? The dry, factual description of an orgasm I’d read in the Council-approved scientific books can’t even be compared to what I just felt at Aldrich’s hands.I was born with magical blood, I practice magic every day, but this… this goes beyond magic. He incinerated me, annihilated me, destroyed me in the best possible way. I don’t have the energy to even lift a finger, but at the same time, I’m feeling so alive.Underneath all that, there’s also a tiny tinge of embarrassment. Aldrich’s hands were on my… I close my eyes and hide my face in the crook of his neck. I can’t help the smile from blossoming on my lips, however. His finger is still buried inside me.By the Goddess, this is what heaven must feel like. He pulls out his finger slowly, then pulls up my breeches and fastens them in place. Holding me close, he drops a kiss on my forehead.I peek at him through my lashes. His eyes are blazing with naked, unbridled lust. How can something that feels
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