Unveil My Heart (Wiccan Haus Book Seven) Page 9

  Hayze leaned over her, his thick fingers reaching around to find her pussy again. He played at the soft entrance, running his finger around and around the opening, eliciting moans and groans from her that she would blush about later. He slipped the tip of one finger in, only to retreat when her walls tried to clamp down on it. He pushed one, then two digits into her as he licked at the back of her ear and nibbled at her lobe.

  Blaine rocked back on his hand, her hips gyrating up and down, finding a rhythm that would bring her to another gratifying end. Sex had never been a big deal for her, but if she had known it was like this, that it felt this good, then maybe she would have done it before now.

  “Never,” Hayze growled as if reading her mind. The pulsing head of his cock replaced his fingers. “Never, do you hear me?”

  Could he hear her thoughts again? Was he listening to her? She wondered if he even realized what he’d just done.

  “It’s not like you’ll be here to stop me anyway,” she taunted. “When you’re gone I’ll screw whoever I want.”

  Hayze plowed into her, filling her to the hilt in one aggressive thrust. “Like hell you will.”

  Blaine cried out in ecstasy as she reared back, her nails digging into the skin of his arms. Pain lanced through her, while bliss washed up and over her, blinding her and dulling her senses.

  “You’re mine, do you hear me? You belong to me. No other, Blaine.”

  She clenched his shaft and challenged him as she stared at him over her shoulder. “Prove it. Fight for me. Bind me to you, Hayze. Otherwise you have no rights here. Fuck me and get it over with.” Anger intermingled with desperation, and desperation curved into lust and love, and the lines were instantly blurred. Blaine wanted him more than she wanted her next breath, but if he didn’t totally and undeniably want her, they didn’t have a chance in hell of surviving this.

  Hayze shifted, bringing them to the ground, so that she was on her knees before him. A primal rumble escaped him that had Blaine wondering if she’d gone too far. He pushed her head down to the ground and surged his cock into her until she didn’t know where he ended or she began. All she knew was the pleasure ripping through her and the slight pain of his ever-swelling penis that was slowly etching his name over every inch of her being. His hips slapped against hers, his balls spanking her pussy, disciplining her for her words. But if he thought this was some sort of punishment, he was wrong. Her body was alive, her loins aching and throbbing, begging for more. Desperate for everything and anything he was willing to give her. She would allow him to enter her body and become one with her if he wanted, but she wasn’t going to let him leave her, not without a fight.

  If what Hayze said was true, then maybe the Fates weren’t the big bitches she thought they were. Every disappointment she’d encountered in her life, every death was leading her to this, to him. The pain of losing her family was indescribable, but had she not, she never would’ve been passed from foster home to foster home, finally ending up in Na-Na’s care. Apropos, had it not been for Na-Na’s and Paula’s deaths at the hands of the yazaron, then Blaine and Hayze never would’ve met. If this wasn’t meant to be, she would’ve died that night. She wouldn’t be here with him, like this now. If they weren’t meant for one another then everyone she’d ever loved died for nothing. And that just couldn’t be the case.

  “Fuck me! Hayze, fuck me! Jesus, you son of bitch, this proves nothing. You still have no claim on me,” she cried out as her orgasm swelled.

  “Be careful. You have a man at your back right now. You don’t want the devil in his place,” he warned.

  “Please, once you’re gone, I’ll have his entire army if I want.” The moment the words left her lips, she knew she’d gone a step too far.

  Hayze grabbed her hair and yanked back so she was forced to look at him even as he continued to ride her. His jaw was set, his sneer showing off the jagged points of his white canines. His once-beautiful emerald-green eyes were as yellow as the harvest moon hanging high over their heads and filled with rage. His nostrils flared as he brought his hand up to her shoulder, pinning her in place. The claws now evident didn’t scare her in the least, but the blackness of his tattoo that was spreading over his body had her thinking twice. Still, she didn’t pull away from him. She took what he offered and rode him with glee.

  His head dipped and his lips covered hers in a searing kiss that left her begging for more. “Flesh of my flesh and blood of my blood.” If Blaine hadn’t been looking at him, watching his lips move, she wouldn’t have believed he’d said the words at all. “I give myself to you as only I could. My soul is complete, forever in your keeping. We are one breath, one heart, one soul, one life through this life and the next. Flesh of my flesh, blood of my blood, you were chosen for me and I for you. Everything I am is you. Everything you are is me.” He growled low, his cock pulling from her only to piston deep within her once more. His eyes were glazed as if he wasn’t entirely there. “Without me you are nothing, without you I am nothing. Flesh of my flesh, blood of my blood.” He pushed into her, the head of his cock swelling deep within her, stretching her as if it were growing another head. She couldn’t explain the feeling, but, as much as it frightened her, it excited her.

  Hayze roared behind her, dragging her up so her back was to his chest. His arms enveloped her, pulling her so close she could feel each drop of sweat fall from his pores. Like a whip, energy lanced out from him and into her. It filled her, warmed her, and promised her a future she’d never dreamed of. If Blaine hadn’t been witnessing it, she would have never known it was truly possible, but she knew what she was feeling, and seeing. It was unnatural, but it was right. It was two halves coming together as a whole. His hips slowed. His movement gentling even as a blistering heat tore through her womb. The biting pain of it diminished about as fast as it began.

  Blaine stiffened, her chest heaving as her mouth moved speaking words in a language she wasn’t aware she could speak. “Keeper of my soul. Protector of my heart. Owner of my love, my devotion, I am yours. I accept you as my true chosen, and I give to you, myself, as only I could. Flesh of my flesh, blood of my blood. I give myself to you as only I could.” As the words left her lips, the only thing she was certain of was that they held power of him and her in a way no human rite could.

  The energy being shared between them grew to the force of a typhoon. It would destroy her, she was certain. Blaine careened back into Hayze. Her shoulders lowered and her hips widened, allowing him to find his rhythm moments before he spilled his juices into her, filling her, while her pussy milked him.

  When she thought she couldn’t be any more stunned by what was taking place, a baritone male voice played with in her head. It was familiar and yet not. “She is of me. I give her to you for all time to protect, to keep as only you can. You are now one unit from this life into the next. Protect and keep for all time what is mine. Flesh of my flesh, blood of my blood.” It spoke in the same strange language she and Hayze had used. Hayze had said it was the forgotten language of the Anubi.

  Hayze gasped and looked up toward the starry night. “Father,” he whispered, “I will.”

  Blaine brought his attention back to her by taking his face in her hands. As he turned his gaze on her, his now green eyes shining, she smiled. “I’m yours now. Isn’t that what he said?”

  “You heard him?”

  “Of course, I did. I’m your mate, idiot.”

  “That you are.” He pulled himself from her and settled back on the grass as he scratched at his head. “What have you made me do?”

  “What you should have done from the beginning. I don’t and I won’t feel bad about it,” she declared, going to him. She opened his arms and slid into his lap. “Do you feel any different?”

  “I don’t know whether to feel proud or angry with you right now. Why would you taunt me like that? I could’ve hurt you.”

  “But you didn’t.”

  “I was shifting, Blaine. While we were making love, I was shif
ting. It took everything in me to stop it,” he told her, his brows drawn together.

  She refused to be sorry. It had gotten her the reaction she was hoping for, and now, she hoped, they had a chance at a life together. “Do you feel any different?” She ignored his statement. If he wanted to be mad, then he could be mad by himself. “Wait, you said you were shifting? Didn’t you say you couldn’t do that anymore?”

  “Well, I didn’t think I could use my flash step, but it turned out I…” Hayze trailed off, his attention going to the forest directly behind them. Head held high, he sniffed the air and slowly got to his feet, releasing her. He straightened his clothing, pulling his shirt from his body and tossing it to Blaine. “Put this on.”

  “No, I have my clothes.” She reached for her panties and bra, or what was left of them, and groaned. “You have to stop ripping up my delicates. I’m not made of money, you know.”

  “But I am. Put the shirt on.”

  “Why, who’s out there?” Blaine looked toward the forest and then around at the hot spring. I guess I did imagine all of that fog earlier. While they were entangled, the entire area had been blanketed in a thick layer of it. At least, she thought it was.

  “It’s probably nothing, but something feels off to me. I think we’re being watched.”

  “Wait, is your nose working again? Because if it is, you owe me a huge thank-you, and an even bigger apology,” Blaine said, pulling on his large button-down shirt. It swallowed her, stopping at her knees. “Where do you shop, the big and tall store?” she asked, starting to roll back the sleeves. “Wait, did you just say someone was watching—”

  “Get down!” Hayze turned and dove on top of Blaine, shielding her body with his own.

  A half of a second later, several loud bangs cut through the night and filled the air with the stench of gunpowder and blood.

  Chapter Eleven

  A THOUSAND SCENTS HIT HAYZE all at once as the darkness parted slowly. He could smell the pine of the trees, the rabbit nibbling on grass a few yards away, the salt of the ocean surrounding the island, and even the eagle sitting high in the trees. He could smell it all and so much more.

  It worked.

  “Are you okay?”

  Hayze opened his eyes to find Rekkus standing over him with his large hands fisted on his bare hips, which meant he’d recently shifted. Hayze could only stare at him and wonder why he was staring down at him like something was wrong. Then it all came back. The sound of leaves crunching underfoot coming from the forest after he and Blaine had made love, the smell of gunpowder mixed with the scent of his blood, and the sound of Blaine’s screams.

  “Hayze, what happened here? I heard some gunshots, but by the time I got here—”

  “Where’s Blaine?” Hayze pushed to his feet, but cringed as pain tore through his shoulder and stomach. Rekkus reached for him, but he slapped Rekkus’s hand away. “That bastard has my mate.”

  “Are you hurt?” Cemil asked, stepping out the line of trees with four werewolves in full form following obediently behind him.

  “Didn’t you hear what I said?” Hayze hissed. “He has Blaine.”

  “Of course, but whoever he is, he won’t get far. Now, are you okay?” Cemil asked again.

  Hayze checked himself over quickly. He could smell his blood, but any wound had to have closed, leaving bruising and sore muscles in its wake. He turned his attention to the forest again and immediately began scanning it. He closed his eyes, and tried to listen for anything that would point him in the right direction.

  When he’d come earlier and his knot, which was buried from creation in the underside of his penis, had latched itself into Blaine, Hayze hadn’t known what to say or think. The first times they’d made love, nothing of the sort had taken place, but this time it was so different between them. There was more pleasure. It was a joining unlike anything he’d experienced before. They were bound, she was his and he was hers; there was no denying that now.

  Hayze pulled his thoughts to the present as his eyes fell on Blaine’s torn undergarments. He quickly shoved them in his pockets, but her clothing and cane was gone.

  “Who is this he?” Cemil asked.

  “I don’t know. I just know it was a he. I could smell that much from the forest, but I didn’t get a look at the jack-ass,” Hayze snarled, sniffing at the air.

  “Could it have been a Para?” Rekkus asked. “A few of them have been roaming the forest eyeing the humans.”

  “None of them are stupid enough to cross an Anubi,” Cemil answered, “especially without having a direct way off this island.”

  That was true. In order to maintain rule and order among the Paras, especially among the ones with a tendency to use humans for fodder, one of the Wiccan Haus rules was that Paras arrived and left via the magical portal.

  “Give me a piece of something with her scent on it. I’ll let my boys over here get a sniff. They’ll take us right to her,” Rekkus told him.

  “We don’t need them; I can find her myself,” Hayze answered.

  “Yes, you can, but six noses are better than one,” Cemil said, stepping up next to them. “The piece of clothing, please?” Reluctantly Hayze handed it over. The moment Cemil touched it, his cheeks turned tomato-red and his eyes widened considerably. “Oh…my.” He crumpled the garment. “Oh my indeed. I knew you were dangerous, but damn, this gives me a new respect for you. And our little Blaine is such a bad girl. Spank me, daddy!”

  “All right, freak, let them take a sniff and give it back. You can save the damned commentary.” Hayze watched with anxious eyes as each of the werewolves took in his mate’s scent before branching out into the forest, each one heading in a different direction.

  “They’ll howl when they’ve found her. Now, tell me what the hell happened here and how someone got a gun on my island,” Cemil said, handing him the garments back.

  “I already told you, damn it.” Hayze growled.

  “Well, tell us again,” Rekkus added. “Taking off half-cocked into that damned forest is going to get us nowhere.”

  Hayze ran his fingers through his hair. “I don’t know what happened. I smelled something, but I’m not sure what it was, and then I saw the gun and the next thing I know, I’m waking up with naked boy here—” he nodded toward Rekkus “—standing over me.”

  Cemil leaned in close, looked Hayze square in the face and said, “You’ve claimed her. Very good. I can feel your strength returning.”

  Hayze turned away from Rekkus and Cemil. Yes, he could definitely feel his strength returning as well. He was nowhere near his peak, but he felt much stronger than he had an hour ago. In addition to his nose picking up scents again, thoughts were flooding to him, but they were all jumbled. Yes, his powers were returning, but it would take time for him to return to normal. He directed his attention back to face his friends at the same time that four simultaneous howls ripped through the night.

  Without another word, Hayze took to the air, flying at the speed of the wind. Rekkus shifted into the cat version of himself and took to the trees as if he were a housecat, while Cemil followed them in his golf cart.

  Blaine stumbled over a downed limb as her cane caught on the jutting root of a nearby tree. She tried to focus all of her attention on staying upright. If she allowed her thoughts to stray to anything else, including Hayze, she would fall or begin to cry and the turd with the gun behind her would get angry all over again.

  “Keep moving or the next bullet I fire will go into the back of your head,” the turd threatened.

  Blaine had looked out from under Hayze’s prone body to find the guy who had kept her from falling from the ferry, staring down his gun at her. She hadn’t known what to think at the time. And he thankfully hadn’t given her time to get used to the idea. He’d kicked Hayze off of her, yanked her up by her hair and demanded she start walking.

  The more she thought about it, she’d seen him at the most inopportune times. In addition to seeing him on her walk to the hot spr
ing and outside the yoga room, she also ran into him on her way to and from the sauna, to the swimming pool, and a couple of times while Hayze and she were walking. She’d thought it was only their paths crossing, but now she knew it had been purposeful. The bastard had simply been waiting on the right time to snatch her for whatever reason. Hell, the first time she’d seen him on the trail, he probably would’ve tried then had it not been for Nora.

  The old Blaine would’ve immediately said Hayze getting shot and her getting kidnapped was her punishment for being blissfully happy and for a long breathless moment as she had stared down the barrel of her captor’s gun that’s exactly what had crossed her mind. But she pushed the thought away about as quickly as it had come. No. This was nothing more than a madman with a death wish. It wasn’t bad luck—it was life. One way or another she and Hayze would survive this because anything else was not a possibility.

  She just had to buy some time for help to arrive.

  “Why are you doing this? What do you want?” Blaine tried to remember his name, but for the life of her, she couldn’t. It wasn’t that he was forgettable, but more that she’d never been good with names, unless they were weird like the name tags Myron wore.

  “Let’s say my bosses want a chat with you about your little Anubi mongrel.”

  “What? What do you know about the Anubi?” She didn’t know why, but suddenly the findings of the fire investigator came to mind. Arson. At the time she hadn’t wanted to believe it. She wanted to believe the fire and her animals dying were all an awful accident. And that that monster, the yaza-thingy, appearing that same night was nothing more than a coincidence—it was just her bad luck. “Are you responsible for my clinic burning down?”

  He laughed coldly. “That place went up like a matchstick house. Poof, and it was gone.” He cackled and jammed the gun in her back again. “We had to get you out of the building, you see, and that was the only way. On a few occasions we tried to get in to get you. But those damn German shepherds guarded you like you were the Queen of the Nile.” He laughed. “But we got them too, didn’t we?”