10. Fenrir

CHAPTER 10

Fenrir

A utumn clutches the necklaces in her hands.

"But they were my parents'," she says.

"For sure we know the one you've been wearing all this time is, but isn't it a little convenient the other one only just appeared?" I say.

"Andy's looked after me my whole life. Why would he curse me?" she says, instantly defensive.

Her brother always gave me a weird feeling. Never could place it—never met him in person. But the scent of him was always off.

"All I can tell you, Autumn, is I've smelled the Blackwood witch on you since I first saw you. Before I saw you—I thought you were him."

"What?" she asks. "Blackwood?"

I nod. Her eyes grow wide, she frantically starts clawing at the necklace and rips it off. The red jewel clatters against the ground, not even scratched.

"Are you sure he's called the Blackwood witch?" she asks, staring at the necklace.

I let out dark laugh. "Fifteen years, my mate. I know nearly everything about him."

Her whole scent is bitter with fear. Hate. Anger. Betrayal.

"Our last name was Blackwood until the… Until the fire."

All of us look up at her in unison.

"Andy said he wanted to change our name because he didn't want people knocking at our door. Figured it would be better for privacy and so we could grieve in peace. You know how people get. Especially with the internet and everything."

"Acks-dent," Humpty Dumpty says. There's clearly more going on behind those dead ass eyes than he can communicate, but we're stuck with slurred, one-word answers like a fucking party game.

"I don't think so," Autumn says quietly. "Not with what I overheard the fire department tell Andy. I kind of… tried to push it to the back of my memories. But they said it was likely arson. They just couldn't find what started it. I didn't want to live my whole life angry at some random person probably throwing away a cigarette, but…"

"I'm a fucking idiot," I growl. "Andrew Blackwood."

Autumn nods.

The vampire hisses. "Speak of the devil, and he will come."

We look around, paranoid that mere mention of the witch has brought him here.

"You said you knew everything about the witch," Autumn accuses. "How did you not realize he was my brother?"

I shake my head. "I never saw him, sweet. Not once. You walked yourself to school or took the bus. He was only ever this mysterious other. He didn't smell right on you, but that's all I knew—that I didn't like him. Anytime I came by the bakery, it was just you."

"But you could smell the witch on me," she murmurs.

"I assume he has wards that protect him most of the time. Whatever the curse was in that necklace probably reeks of his magic."

"My own fucking brother," she spits out. "My whole family. I'm gonna kill him!"

"We should make a plan before we go up against him," Vincent says. "And you should never go into a fight with a witch of his power angry."

"I've been angry my whole life!" she screams. "I've just kept it bottled up, tried to be good. Tried to do what I could to make his life easier. BUT FOR WHAT?"

The vampire has the gall to spank her naked ass. Her arousal scents the air immediately, not to mention my eyes focus in on the ripple of her skin against his.

There's a time and a place, and the middle of a graveyard after finding out her brother is an evil witch shouldn't be it, but nothing in our lives seems to line up sensically.

"What do you think you're doing?" she growls at Vincent.

If she fucks him or fights him, I win both ways. More with the latter. She swings a hand at him, he catches it easily.

"You're already scented with your pleasure, lass. So you can either let us calm you down or stomp around the cemetery angry and rabid."

She raises her other hand to him, which he catches just as easily. He presses close to her. She closes the distance, smashing her lips against his in a vicious bid for dominance.

I look to Teddy and laugh. "Your girl was always too much for just you, wasn't she? Didn't know how to deal with her like this. Us? We can bring the fight out in her and you can nurse her wounds, give her the unbridled adoration you were always good at."

I look back at the couple only to be walloped in the face with an arm. When it falls to the ground, it grabs at my fur, climbing up my leg. I laugh, not realizing what's going on until it balances on my shoulder and smacks me across the face. I can't help but laugh at the absurdity, grasping it before it can strike me again.

"Don't worry, Teddy, we all have our uses," I tell him, sticking his fingers in my mouth.

His eyes darken, his mouth falls open slightly. Under normal circumstances, I wouldn't be caught dead with zombie fingers in my mouth, but we all deserve a part in this. It's what Autumn wants. And it takes a hell of a lot of spit to get his fingers lubricated enough, considering how papery they feel. Luckily, I'm just the wolf for the job.

"She needs overstimulation, I think," I announce, picking her up, pulling her from the vampire's grasp as they push and fight their way between the trees. "And I promised, you, my mate. Head down. Ass up. I need a safe word if we're going to do what you need from us."

She tables herself, defiant as I rip off my pants. I smack her gently with Teddy's arm. He glares at me.

"I know, I won't do it again," I grumble. "Safe word."

"Blackwood," she hisses. "I don't want to think about my family in the middle of this."

"And if you need it just a little lighter, a little slower?" I hiss in her ear, letting Teddy's arm fall to the floor.

It crawls between her legs. I feel the moment it presses against her sex, the way her hips roll reflexively.

"Fuck that," she says. "Ruin me."

My cock practically springs out at that promise, whipping her cunt. "We're going with yellow, then."

"Fuck me, werewolf," she hisses, grinding on whatever Teddy's hand is doing to her from below as she buries her face in her hands. "Or I'll get Vincent to do it. Or give me the rest of my undead boyfriend and I'll fill myself with him."

Her cunt is dripping wet. Even still, I worry I might hurt her. But she's begging for option number two. My knot is already starting to swell—if I take any longer, it'll really hurt for me to fuck her. Two decades of longing for my mate, depriving myself of our bond is too much. Now that the time has finally come, there's no holding back. I plunge into her as slow as I can, but it's still too fast.

She screams out, and it's only when I've bottomed out that I recognize her screams as pleasure. I grind my hips against her, filling her womb with my cock. My balls tease against her clit and Teddy's hands alternately. I can't help but groan when his fingers brush across me a particular way, driving my pleasure higher. My eyes fall on the vampire, stroking himself as he stares at us, biting his lips. I swallow hard, remembering what his bite felt like—the memory all too recent with our fight. But even before… when he took me in.

I pump hard and fast into her, my own arousal driven to its heights with everything we've endured. Everything we've yet to endure. Finally, after everything, she's mine. The both of us orphans, now, at last, we have each other. I pound into her with all the fury I hold for her brother, for keeping her quiet and biddable. With all the love that's been building, knowing that as soon as I could have her, I would protect her with my life and beyond. If it took a deal with the devil to keep her safe, I would.

It's not long before she's coming on my cock, between Teddy's hand and my harsh lovemaking. But being a werewolf with a knot, it won't be the last. I slow my thrusts, let her enjoy her orgasm. My teeth ache to mark her, but even though we figured out the source of the curse, I don't want to claim her until she begs for it.

"You just gonna stand there and jerk off, or you gonna make yourself useful?" I ask the bloodsucker.