Chapter 12

Twelve

Raiden

If I could kill him I would. How dare he chase her away like that. Who does he think he is?

Just because he was cursed by a power hungry council doesn’t give him the right to try and break the bond between my treasure and I. All those years of wooing my mate, of trying to show her just how much I enjoy being with her, ruined.

Does he not understand that witches do not have fated mates like shifters? That most would rather sever the bond than embrace it for the blessing that it is? The world has changed since he was alive. It has become more volatile, more segregated. Wars and skirmishes have caused a rift between the races, making them isolate themselves from one another.

And here he goes and ruins all my hard work with his stupid comments.

Though, I could have answered her.

I could have taken the chance to show her.

With her accepting the bond between her and the Wisp there’s a higher chance she will accept me. Or at least let me explain things to her before she runs off.

With the door still being open, I made my way out of the room, leaving Jack behind to think about the mess he made.

Could I have freed him? Yeah, but then the council would be alerted and jump on the opportunity to steal more power from the villagers. As long as the sacrifice is in the vessel they’ll continue to be safe until next year.

Outside I flew straight to her apartment, grateful to find the window still opened for me.

If she hasn’t closed it then I still have a chance.

I find the main room empty when I fly straight inside, landing on the back of the couch. Muttered voices come from the hallway as the handle to the front door turns.

Okay, so I got here before her and she hasn’t had a chance to close it.

Arms wrapped around her waist, as if to hold herself together, Moira enters the room. Tears falling silently down her cheeks as she takes a shuddered breath.

The Wisp closes the door, flipping the locks before taking her in his embrace. Allowing her to cry against his chest.

I did this. I hurt her…

Hopping down onto the floor, I allowed the shift to wash over me.

Please don’t scream…

While I don’t want to scare her, the last thing I need is for her to bring others to her apartment, trying to capture me to use me in some sort of dark spell. My treasure is too innocent to see the darkness around her.

My magic brushed against hers, drawn to the wild cat form usually sleeping inside. I sensed it stretching, its curiosity peaked at the thought of playing with my own. But it will have to wait. Begging for forgiveness is my main concern.

Wide eyes looked me over as I knelt in front of her, waiting for her to do more than take in a sharp breath of surprise.

“Are you… Naked?” the final word coming out a little more than a shriek, her cheeks instantly blushing the deepest red.

Of course that’s what she would notice first.

The Wisp smirked, having the same thought, and raised a brow, silently hinting that it was my turn to talk.

“Please, my treasure,” I winced, my voice sounding scratchy from disuse in this form. Swallowing, I tried again, “Please, forgive me.”

When she didn’t back away, or look like she would take off again, I took it as a sign to continue, “I would never want to hurt you, it's just-”

“Are you like Will?”

“Wait, what?” Confused, I found myself tilting my head. A habit that is very hard to break when one is a bird most of the time.

Moira nodded, confident with her words as she continued, “Are you like a wisp, able to change forms to lure people into participating in your mischief making?”

“Mischief… Making…”

“Yep,” now she is nodding adamantly, a large smile on her face, though her eyes are suspiciously looking down between my legs, “Are you here to lure me away?”

Will chuckled behind her, letting her go and pushing her in my direction.

Just what is he up to?

A spark of blue flame reflected in her eyes as she licked her lower lip, taking a step towards me, while keeping her gaze focused on my hardening cock.

I found myself smirking as I adjusted myself, puffing my chest as I preened under her gaze, “A little mischief huh?”

Will slid his hands around her waist, slowly revealing her stomach inch by glorious inch as he raised them higher, “Why don’t you show our little spark just how sorry you are.”

Her own hands drifted to the hem of her pants, her thumbs hooking beneath the fabric, pushing them down to reveal the red scrap of fabric hidden beneath.

“Not that I want to sound ungrateful for this chance, or anything,” I licked my lips, already salivating at the thought of what she will taste like, “But why aren’t you upset at me?”

“Oh, I am upset,” she smirked, “But not because you kept your secret hidden from me.” Her gaze softened as she reached forward, her fingers lightly skimming over my cheek, “Will explained some things to me as we walked back. He told me about how many witches don’t accept their mate bond with other races. And that he could see that there was a similar bond between us, one that hasn’t been fully acknowledged but I’m here to tell you, that we are mates. Just as much as he and I are.”

My eyes flicked to the Wisp who had paused his movements so as to not distract our mate. To give us the time we need to reconcile.

“I don’t want us to be apart,” she continued, drawing my attention back to the only goddess I will ever worship, “The very thought makes me hurt. And I refuse to lie to myself how I feel about you.”

A soft smile graced her lips as she whispered, “I love you.”

She… loves me. Even after all the years of not telling her my secret, she loves me. And she still wants me. My body shuddered as I leaned forward, wrapping my arms around her waist as I pressed my head against her body. Needing to touch her as much as possible to assure myself that this moment was real. That she was here, in my arms, and that I was not dreaming.

Having had enough talking, it seems, Will resumed pulling up her shirt, my own hands sliding into the hem of her pants, pulling them down the rest of the way. My lips kissing along her skin as I revealed every inch while he nipped her ear.

Trapped between us, where she belongs, Moira moaned, her head leaning back against Will’s shoulder. Her hips moving towards me, silently begging me to continue my earlier administrations.

Her panties were soaked, her need so great it trailed down her thigh. The smell of her musk driving me wild.

“Please,” she whimpered, her hand threading through my hair, pulling me closer to her mound.

“As you wish.” Tugging her panties down, I slid my tongue through her folds, the sweet salty musk coating every taste bud, making me hungry for more.

With her shirt off Will kneaded each nipple into hardened tips, pinching and lightly pulling on them every now and then. Her moans turning into cries of pleasure as I found the bundle of nerves hiding beneath its hood.

Pulling back, I looked over her shoulder at Will, our mate pouting as she began to come down from her emotional high, “Lay down so that we may feast on your pleasure.”

The flame of her passion reignited, hearing those words, her pussy dripping with need.

Together Will and I worked her up into a fevered spiral of need. Every time she would almost reach the peak we would pull back, allowing her to fall, and then catching her to start the sensations over again. Taking pleasure in every moan, every gasp. Every cry as she cried out she couldn’t take more and yet she did.

Sliding a finger into her wet heat, I pumped them in and out, adding a second and a third, stretching her as I continued to suck and nip at her clit. My mouth flooded with her release as her muscles tightened, squeezing around my fingers. Her voice crying out as pleasure consumed her body. A look of bliss upon her face when she finally opened her eyes.

“Hmmm…” she sighed, her body relaxed, “Make me yours. Complete the bond.”

The words for how I felt in this moment must not exist for I couldn’t think of anything. All I knew is that this goddess of a woman was everything I dreamed of and more. And there was nothing I would ever do to deny her needs.

Standing up, I grabbed her hips, pulling her forward until my clock notched at her entrance. Her ankles locked together behind me, pulling me into her welcoming heat. My fingers clenching a little too hard around her hips, not expecting the snug fit.

Turning her head, Moira began licking Will’s cock. Her hand reached up to encircle his length, stroking him as she took his head into her mouth. Hollowing out her cheeks, she pulled him deep into her mouth before slowly sliding back up. The very sight making me groan in response, my own hips rocking back and forth in time with them.

Magic flowed between the three of us. Mixing and entwining together. Our souls embracing each other on a spiritual level as the bond solidified.

Muscles tightening, my balls pulled up in warning. Pumping my hips, I reached down, stroking her clit with my thumb, ensuring she was right at the precipice as Will and I came, the warmth coating her insides pushing her over, her eyes rolling back in bliss once more.

Will ran to the kitchen, the water running for a moment, as I pulled away. The wisp proceeded to clean her up before offering me my own damp rag. As he took care of himself I picked her up in my arms, knowing he would follow, as I carried her to her room.

“We’re going to need a bigger bed before this is all over,” Will laughed, laying on his side, against the wall, so he could pull her against his chest.

Moira sighed, her breath falling into a soft rhythm as she fell asleep.

Nodding, I curled up behind her, enjoying the feeling of having her between us, safe. Protected. Exactly where she belongs.