A Magical Shift: A Hot Paranormal Fantasy Saga with Witches, Werewolves, and Werebears (Weres and Witches of Silver Lake Book 1) (26 page)

“What?” He lifted a strand of her hair, brought it to his nose, and inhaled. “I love your smell.”

She refused to be sidetracked. “I’m okay losing even half of my powers if it means I can always be a part of your life.”

Rye drew her into a hug. “You will always be part of my life, but you don’t have to make any sacrifices for me.”

It wasn’t a sacrifice. She sat back, trying to find the right words to explain it to him. “I am your mate, and to me that means being able to do the things you can—like run free in the woods with you.”

Rye’s eyes started to glow and the signs of shifting began. “It’s rare that I have the chance to enjoy my other half. For me, being a wolf brings a lot of responsibility.”

“Are you saying you don’t want me to try to shift?”

He held up both palms. “Whoa. No. I want you to do what you want. I’d be thrilled and will help you, but if you change just for me, then eventually you’d be unhappy. I don’t want to stand by and watch knowing you did it just for me.”

Tears welled in her eyes. “But will you still love me if I can’t part the sea or reduce a building to rubble with a flick of my hand?”

Rye cupped her face. “Now you are being silly. I will love you whether you can blow smoke up your ass, or shift at will. Your magic doesn’t define you. Your caring nature, your love of family, and the way you see joy, is who you are.”

She sniffled then laughed. “I can’t blow smoke up my ass, only light it on fire—although I’ve actually never tried before.”

He waved a hand while chuckling and kissed her forehead. “Whatever. Have you thought about our offspring? I’m assuming you want children?”

Rye’s frown and worry lines made her want to rub them away. Their courtship had happened so fast that they hadn’t taken the time to discuss these important issues. “I’ve thought about that a lot, and what their lives would be like whether they inherit my magic or your ability to shift, or both. Don’t get me wrong, I love my magic, but at the same time, I hate it. You of all people know what it’s like not to let others see the real you. If you shifted in the center of town there’d be an uproar.”

His brows rose and he nodded. “Point taken. I guess that’s why the Wendayans have their Cove and we have our lake.” Rye dragged her onto his lap. “Listen. No one can foresee the future—okay, except for maybe Teagan—but we’ll deal with whatever happens. When and if we decide to have kids, even if your magic is diminished, we’ll love them for who they are. Hell, for all we know, your genes might cancel out mine. We could have human children.”

She thought he was being a bit silly. “It’s equally possible our children will inherit my old genes and your shifter genes.”

“See? We don’t know, and that’s what makes life interesting. As long as we have each other, we can handle anything.”

The tears streamed down her cheeks, but it wasn’t from sadness. “You are a wonderful man. Did you know that?”

“It’s easy to be when I’m around you.”

At that moment, Izzy couldn’t have loved him more.

“Did you mention something about being up for some wild, hard loving?” he asked.

“Why, yes I did.”

He slid his arms under her butt and stood. She always marveled at his strength, and while she could have walked on her own, she loved being in his arms.

“I hope you are ready for a wild ride tonight,”
he telepathed.

“Trust me when I say I am going to test your control. As far as I’m concerned, it’s no holds barred.”

The door to his bedroom was ajar, so he backed into the room, and then set her down on the bed. “Take off your clothes so I can inspect your wounds.”

She chuckled, knowing full well why he asked. “You know I’m almost healed. You just want to see me naked.” She held out her right arm and wiggled her fingers. “Come here, you. I want to ply my sexual magic on you first.”

He grinned. “Is that what you’ve been using this whole time? And here I thought you were just hot.”

“You’ll have to wait and see. Take your boots off. They’re too hard to undo.”

Rye obediently unlaced them and then tugged them off. “Now what?”

“How about closing your eyes? And don’t cheat.” Izzy wasn’t sure he’d go along with her plan, but if his eyes were closed, there’d be fewer distractions—for her. She loved how his irises changed color as their lovemaking intensified. Too often she’d become mesmerized by the streaks of gold, brown, and swirls of green.

“What are you going to do?” He posed in what she called his power stance—arms crossed and his gaze cast down at her.

Izzy worked hard not to laugh. “I’m not telling. You’ll find out soon enough. Do you trust me?”

“With my life.”

She smiled. “Then close your eyes.”

“You drive a hard bargain, witchy woman.” His eyes shut.

Izzy grabbed his waistband and drew him closer. “You’ll be sorry if you open them.”

His response was to laugh. The man seemed to find humor in most things—especially now that Owen Chancellor was dead.

She popped open the top button and then tugged hard, succeeding in undoing the rest of the fly. With her thumbs in his waistband, she lowered his jeans about three inches then stopped as soon as she realized he wasn’t wearing any underwear. “You’re missing something.”

“Less work for you.”

Smartass. His damn thick thighs made removing his jeans nearly impossible. “Can you help?”

With his lips pressed together, he stepped out of them, and the splendor of his cock nearly took her breath away. If she ever saw or spoke with Naliana again, she’d have to thank her for bringing the two of them together.

“You just going to stare, or are you going to touch it?”

Izzy glanced up, but his eyes were closed. “I wasn’t even looking at you.”

“Maybe not, but you were thinking about it.”

He knew her too well. “For your information, I’m going to suck it dry.”

Rye grabbed his cock. “Be careful. It’s the only one I got.”

She grinned and leaned over. With the lightest touch possible, she traced a path around the puckered rim of the tip. He growled, reached out, and grabbed a hunk of her hair. Ah, ha. The more time they spent making love, the better she was at understanding exactly what drove him crazy.

Giving him pleasure was her ultimate goal, which meant a delicate technique was needed so as not to excite him too much. She didn’t want him shifting. Abandoning her brushing-tongue technique, Izzy drew him deep into her mouth. Pleasure flared.

“If I go off like a firecracker, it will be your fault,” he ground out.

“You’re stronger than that.”

Rye grunted. “No man can withstand this kind of torture.”

He was so good for her ego.
“Better get used to it,”
she telepathed.

With one hand, she stroked his dick, and with the other, she held him close. Loving his earthy flavor, she swirled her tongue as she bobbed her head up and down.

“If you keep it up, I won’t be able to stop.”

She didn’t believe him. Izzy increased the pressure and pumped her fist faster. Rye tugged on her hair and stepped closer. A second later, he blew. Well damn.

‡

“T
old you not
to keep sucking on my dick like that.”

Izzy was the first to admit that women were lucky to have the ability to climax time and time again, while men had to wait between releases—though Rye sure was super quick to recover. In fact, his cock was still hard.

He slipped off her sandals, undid her shorts, and tugged them off, taking her panties with them.

“Did you even look at them?” Izzy tossed him her best pout. “I put on leopard skin undies just for you.”

His eyes glowed. “I notice everything about you. Does your bra match?”

“Take a look and see.”

As if she was on fire, he lifted off her shirt, unclasped her bra, and flung it across the bed. “Nice.”

“See if I wear sexy stuff for you anymore.”

Rye dragged a finger down her cheek and her skin ignited. “I want the woman inside. I don’t care what she’s wearing or even if she has makeup on. Like I said before, it doesn’t matter if you can turn into a turtle, a bear, or a wolf. As long as you’re happy being with me, that’s all that counts.”

Once more, his words melted her. “I’m very happy, but I’ll be even more so when I have that big cock of yours inside me.”

He laughed. “And here I thought you were this shy, sheltered girl.”

She clasped his head and pulled him close.”

“What are you waiting for?”
She sure did enjoy this telepathy thing. To hell with being able to send fire across her path or control water and air.

The kiss that followed would have knocked the proverbial socks off her had she been wearing any. They’d admitted how much they loved each other, and this time it wasn’t under duress. The intensity of the kiss proved it. She explored as he probed. Only when they both needed air, did they break the kiss.

“You’re looking mighty blue,” he said.

“The bigger the ring, the more turned on I am.”

“Then let’s see if you can fill the room.”

Izzy loved the way he thought. “Go ahead and try.”

Rye slid between her legs, and when he captured a nipple and pulled it taut, she thought she’d shift. Power surged through her, forcing her to arch her back for more, and she wove her fingers through his hair and growled.

He glanced up then returned his attention to her other breast. Rye rolled to one side without breaking the connection and slipped a finger into her wet hole. With him out of hair-tugging reach, she dug her nails into his one shoulder and clawed the sheet with the other. “That’s so intense,” she said, her blue glow growing brighter.

Her comment seemed to urge him on. A second finger slipped in, and she almost came.

“Don’t you dare climax on me,” he commanded. “I want us to share this monumental event together.”

Don’t come?
“Easy for you to say now that you’re the one in control.” As he wiggled his fingers back and forth, waves upon waves of erotic lust washed over her. “Lick me,” she gasped.

Rye slid lower. Slower than the movement of glacial ice, he licked her long and hard.
“Feel good?”

“Bastard.”

Rye chuckled, but he didn’t let up on the pressure. Nabbing one breast with his hand, he twisted the nipple, sending more spikes of bliss across her whole body. Between his tongue doing a dance on her clit and his fingers playing music on her tit, she was about to burst.

“Hurry!”

Hair had sprouted on his arms, and he seemed close to the edge himself.
“I will, but only because I want to make you happy.”

“How about, only because you’re about to shift?”

He looked up, winked, and then scooted next to her before rolling onto his back. “Climb on and work your magic, my beautiful, witchy woman.” Rye lifted his cock.

“You don’t need to persuade me.”

Izzy climbed on top. She was so wet it made Silver Lake look dry. Grabbing onto his dick, she guided his shaft to her opening. In an attempt to further excite him, along with herself, she only eased down partway. The friction on her inner walls, together with the change in his eyes made her lose control. When she tried to take in all of him, he’d managed to expand his cock, preventing her from encompassing his wide girth. Now who had the magic?

Widening her legs and leaning a little forward, she attempted once more to take him in. Rye clamped his fingers on her good hip. “I love how tight you are.”

“It’s because you’re so big.”

She had to wait until her inner walls stopped throbbing before she lifted off him. Once more poised above him, she leaned over to offer him her tits. Rye let go of her hip and latched onto both breasts. He pressed his face in between them while he pushed them together. Izzy slid down on his dick until he filled her to the hilt. Dear goddess in heaven.

Streaks of pleasure rippled in every direction as he stretched her to the max. She had to open her mouth to suck in more oxygen. “Kiss me.”

Rye lifted his head and parted his lips. The second the kiss started, she lost all control. Her envelope of lust, passion, and love grew larger and larger until they were both cocooned inside. Their tongues collided and dueled as Rye took hold of her hip again and pounded into her. Her head swam, and her body heated. Lost in a vortex of pure desire, Izzy released her grasp on all she’d ever known and became one with him.

He broke the kiss, and then dragged his lips to her shoulder. The second his long incisors sunk into her neck, her climax descended and her bursts of light darted inside her blue globe. Flying higher than ever before, Rye’s cock erupted and widened her passageway even more. She closed her eyes to absorb his essence and drink in all of his goodness.

With his arms wrapped around her back, he drew her close. Chest to chest, she allowed her muscles to give way and eventually slide into oblivion. At that moment, Izzy had never been happier. Sometime later, her blue glow finally dimmed.

He tapped her butt. “You want to go check out the moon?”

Izzy tried to lift her head, but it felt like it weighed twenty pounds. “Now?”