Chapter Nine

  The living room couch was comfortable, I had Sela curled into one side and Astra on the other. We were vigilant that night, expecting a coven attack after our day of answering questions, but for once we got something else as I felt a small pack of shifters come into range. So far the shifters everywhere we’d gone had ignored us, and I imagined that was mostly because they lived in the rural areas, or on the edge of the suburbs.

  Four of them, to be precise, and they were loitering on the edge of our out wards.

  Astra said, “Let’s go see what they want. It could be a trap.”

  I nodded. To talk to them we’d have to leave our solidly warded territory, and if they were there to lure us out, we’d be fighting with our base power against anyone else that showed up. Still, I wasn’t too worried, if it came to violence, I could use my dominance magic to end it fast.

  It also wasn’t the future, where shifters and witches had worked so closely together. So, I doubted they were acting as bait in a trap for a coven. Most shifters of this time wouldn’t piss on a witch if they were on fire, much less work with them to set up a joint ambush.

  All fifteen of us stood up, and then headed out the same door. It was about a quarter mile walk to the outer ward, and the closer we got and didn’t feel other supernatural beings in the area, the more relaxed I got about it.

  There were four of them. The alpha was male, black hair and green eyes, built like a linebacker and had a guarded look on his face. The other three in his pack were two brunettes and a blonde. All of them athletic, and attractive.

  The alpha shook his head as we stopped, “That is so fucking weird.”

  Astra tilted her head, “What is?”

  The alpha smirked, “You scent of curiosity, maybe a little caution. I’m used to scenting arrogant disgust when I meet with a coven. You’re not judging me at all.”

  Astra laughed, “I see. Well, I’m a little surprised you’re not attacking my mate.”

  I waved.

  The alpha shrugged, “If he was alone or sniffing around my pack I probably would. But he’s mated to you lot, and if you witches want to pollute your blood, why the hell should I care?”

  Astra asked, “Fair, and I truly appreciate the live and let live attitude. Now, why are you here?”

  He said, “Introductions first. I’m Alpha Davidson,” he waved his hand at the others as he named them, “They’re Bronwyn, Elise, and Valerie.”

  Valerie was the blonde, the other two the brunettes. They were also from their scent, all four of them, bear shifters. Valerie seemed a little older to me, her scent more mature? They all looked to be the same age, but from their faces I was guessing Valerie was his mate, and Bronwyn and Elise were their daughters.

  She said, “I’m Astra, and this is my coven. It’s interesting to meet you, we were expecting a fight tonight, to be honest. Not a visit from a pack.”

  He gave Carline a strange look, then shook his head, “Fucking weird, but whatever floats your boat. Anyway,” he turned back to Astra, “us alphas have been talking since you arrived and started a ruckus up in Chicago. We keep a close eye on your kind, and what you get up to. Our packs communicate far better than your covens do as well, even if we’re just as independent of rule with strict territory. I’m also pleased to see you weren’t lying at all today, you are all super young save the ancient pixie.”

  Sela scowled, “Ancient?”

  He laughed, “Poor choice of words, perhaps. Let me get to the point. We have a lot of information on the covens. Information we wouldn’t put online ourselves. I mean, it would be awesome to embarrass them like that, but it would also cause a race war which we don’t want.

  “But it seems to me you could, and it would be useful in your mission to save the world, and all us alphas live on it. I mean, you’ve been chasing off the assholes, and converting the good ones to your way of thinking when it comes to the bond. What if I furnished you with a list? You could post that online, so the witches out there could see if their matriarch is an evil person or not, or find other witches on there?

  “We know the covens, who the liars and deceivers are, and the ones that we wouldn’t kill just for fun if we ran across them alone at night, in an alley.”

  Astra chuckled, “I guess that last part is you saying they’re good people?”

  He smirked, “I’d never say that about any witch, but I suppose it’s fair to infer that.”

  Astra nodded, “That would be useful, what do you want in return?”

  He snorted, “That’s it. Do you know how much havoc it will cause? It’ll just about splinter every coven out there, what more could a humble alpha wish for in this life?”

  Valerie snorted, but she gave her mate an affectionate look.

  Astra said, “We’re not looking for a purge of all the assholes, marginalizing them is our plan.”

  He shook his head, “I can see why you’d think that, but if we went after the two or three witches left out in the cold, of every coven out there, then all we’d accomplish is driving them back together by providing a common enemy. We don’t want a war. But helping you to embarrass them and cause all those fractures… well that’s priceless.”

  Astra nodded, “So you provide a list compiled from the packs around the globe, and then what happens after we post it?”

  He shrugged, “You never see me again. We aren’t allies, consider this the shifter one time offer and contribution to saving the world from the follies of your race. You all seem nice enough, but it’s just too fucking weird.”

  He reached into his pocket, pulled out a thumb drive, and tossed it.

  I snatched it out of the air, and then gave it to Rue.

  Bronwyn looked me over, “I don’t know, his scent isn’t so bad.”

  Davidson growled, and the two brunettes giggled, further cementing the idea to me they were his kids, not his mates. Though, they were fully grown adults, gloriously so in fact.

  Astra said, “You’d be surprised. There were less hybrids in my time, than the ones hunted down in yours. I think half the reason so many were born was the taboo nature of it, once we got over our race’s enmity and bigotry in the name of survival, there were a lot less mixed births despite packs and covens living side by side. Thank you for this, if you change your mind, I’m sure you know how to contact me. We owe you one.”

  Davidson grumbled something even my shifter ears didn’t pick up, and then waved at the three ladies as he turned and walked away. They followed, but not before Bronwyn gave me a saucy wink…

  We posted the data that night. It was probably a heavy-handed move to do so, but we’d take every edge we could get to make that dark future disappear.

  A few days passed as the hearings continued. Surprisingly no one attacked us, the covens seemed done with that after the failures of New York and Chicago. It seemed they weren’t going to underestimate us again or lightly risk being embarrassed so badly like the last seven covens.

  On another note, I lost thirty-six more witches as three more covens were formed by the recovering witches back on the island. The ritual wasn’t the only way to dissolve the bond, they could do it from their side if they wanted with a simple spell to destroy their unattached hairs. Covens eight through ten, leaving seventy-seven witches in my secondary coven bond. With my real coven, that made me about nine times more powerful than my base. I was still about the size of a van in my wolf form, a standard sized one, but on the good side we had a fairly strong alliance with ten covens now.

  The longer this went on the more vulnerable we’d get, but as long as the local covens stayed wary, we should be okay. We could still take on three, as long as we were on our home ground, but the days of me fighting them recklessly with impunity were also over. Four or more covens, and we’d have to retreat and flee.

  Sela was my petite and exuberant blonde bombshell. With long and lustrous light buttery blonde hair, and blue eyes tinged with purple. She had pouty lips, and she was almost always smiling, either happily or mischievously. Her petite five foot one body was deliciously top heavy, an athletic body in perfect proportion save for her generously rounded and firmly pert C cups which looked amazingly large on her. She had an amazingly tight and supple ass to die for, and it was the only ass I’d ever violated with my cock. Not only could she take my thick cock there when no other women had volunteered to even try, but she loved it and came from it wildly and often, no doubt due to the nature of her magic and the control she had over her body. She was magic. Not so incidentally, she was also the only one of my bedmates that could deep throat my monstrously thick cock.

  She could be wickedly seductive, a bit flighty at times, and I’d learned that she craved discipline and had a massive spanking kink, which meant the chosen discipline almost always took that form. At least once every three days I had the petite sexpot over my knee and cumming from punished red ass cheeks alone. It satisfied her mischievous streak in some way, and she’d outright told me multiple times she’d be much better behaved if I kept her in line often and vigorously. Not that she’d ever betray me or our mating bond, but she would stir up trouble if I neglected to counter that side of her pixie nature.

  It was also hot as hell on a shallow level, I was man enough to admit I enjoyed the hell out of it, but never without love tinged by awe as well. The way her body writhed under me, her cries of stinging pain and tears in her eyes, morphing into the hottest and wickedest sounds of dirty pleasure I’d ever heard. Her exposed pussy moistening and then dripping right before my eyes. I don’t know what that said about me, but spanking Sela to orgasm and making her scream in pain and pleasure was one of my favorite things, despite never being an overly dominant or possessive man. Maybe because she was my soulmate, the rules were slightly different, our soulmate pixie magic bond bringing out a buried part of me.

  Our mating bond was also both more and less deep than the coven bond. Less so, because the sharing of our emotions weren’t fixed or forced. On the telepathic side however, the connection was far wider and more intimate in potential, allowing us to purposefully share thoughts, emotions, and even memories of our pasts. I’d also found out that bond was necessary for us to have a child, and that she was already pregnant. It also conferred her immortality upon me, although non-aging would be a better description. We could still die, just not from old age. Lastly, the bond also ensured a mind addling and heated love between us, we were literally soulmates, so it wasn’t so much an enforced instant love than it was a baring of our full potential and realizing it through the magic, from the moment the bond was set that first time I’d claimed her.

  Another way to put it, not forcefully made, but forcefully and instantly revealed, our love and spicy lust entirely natural if insanely fast because of the bond. Even before the bond had set, there’d been something about her that had called to me, my soul recognizing hers as mine, and vice versa. Not love, not until the bond set, but an undeniable fascination and chemical attraction that had been unreal.

  Clearly, I was the luckiest man alive, even if covens the world over wanted me dead merely from being born. On the good side, I was safe from packs despite their similar prejudice, because they’d cheer me on as I polluted the witch bloodlines. A dark reason to accept my existence as long as I stayed away from their females, but I’d take any edge I could get that way. Back to the point.

  I loved Sela ridiculously, and without limits. She was also the only one of us that wasn’t in her late teens or the first half of her twenties, like the rest of us. She’d been waiting for me for a long time, for her soulmate, and it boggled my mind sometimes that she’d lived through and experienced five millennia. Save Mesopotamia and Egypt, she was literally born to a world without civilization of any kind, tribes living in caves in Europe, and I imagined back then five foot one was tall for a woman. Not that you could tell though, she looked eighteen and her mischievous nature had her living life like one as well. But that age came through at times, an undeniable wisdom despite her mischievous and playful nature. She also spoiled me shamelessly and was utterly enthralling in our intense love.

  At the moment it was midmorning on the first day after our three days of hearings, and it was storming outside. The rain coming down heavily in sheets, thunderous cracks of thunder rumbling so loudly, as the sky was lit by lightning. The storm was almost directly above us, a bare split-second passing between the flashes of lightning and the loud rolling thunder that shook through us.

  The storm was one of the fast and furious kind, as I knew the weather was calling for clear skies this afternoon.

  Sela was in the darkened bedroom when I tracked her down, the rest of the coven and Carline relaxing in the living room downstairs. There were no lights on at all, and very little light from outside. She was wearing a loose red halter top that cut off at her waist and no bra, her C cups revealed on top and the sides, with a loose pair of gray short shorts that showed off the bottom of her ass. Her long blonde hair was damp and up in a ponytail, so it was obvious she’d just thrown that on after a shower.

  She never left the house looking anything less than impeccable, but when staying in she tended to wear seductively casual clothes, and at forever eighteen she never had to worry about sag, so she rarely wore a bra around the house either. I certainly didn’t mind.

  She was leaning her forehead against the glass and watching the furious wind and rain, and the flashes of lightning and thunder. She sighed in contentment, as soon as I touched her, wrapping my arms around her and leaning down slightly to kiss her head, and her tight little ass wiggled back against me as I caressed her stomach, the bottom of my thumbs teasingly brushing the bottom of her breasts.

  “You like storms?”

  She said breathily, “Love them.”

  “Because its nature being mischievous, and throwing a tantrum?”

  She giggled, “You know me so well. That, and there’s something very visceral and elemental about a thunder storm. A storm resets the natural balance, releases the buildup of opposing forces, much how an earthquake releases the building stress between the breaks in the continental plates,” she wiggled back against me again, settling my growing cock between her ass cheeks, “You like storms too?”

  I said, “Nope, that’s all you,” I ground lightly against her ass, just in case I was being too subtle.

  She looked over her shoulder with smoldering purplish blue eyes, “Speaking of opposing forces, and sudden releases of tension.”

  I chuckled, and her poorly disguised innuendo finished the job of getting me hard between her ass cheeks. Although the way she squeezed her ass around me and wiggled through our clothes had a lot to do with it as well.

  I kissed the side of her neck, as my hands slid higher and cupped the bottom of her breasts, to squeeze gently, only to teasingly pinch her nipples as I nipped her neck just under her ear. I had full access to her bare tits under that loose red halter top, and I took outrageous advantage of it, pulling moans from her sweet lips as she continued to look out at the storm.

  Thunder cracked loudly, and shook the apartment with the deep rumble, which made my cock twitch hard between her ass cheeks.

  She said breathily, “See, elemental.”

  It’d just startled me, not turned me on, but I wasn’t about to argue as I continued to tease her breasts if quite a bit more firmly as she breathily gave me an ass job. I ground against her as she squeezed and rubbed back against me, her shallower hot breath steaming the glass. She was putty in my hands, and loved my firm touch, and I loved touching her and pleasuring her, so it really worked out. The whole time I was kissing, sucking, and licking on her neck, earlobes, and shoulders.

  She bit her lip, and begged in a whimpering tone of need, “Glen,” as she wantonly stuck her ass out and higher, bending over a little more, as she braced her elbows and lower arms against the window. It couldn’t have been any clearer, that she wanted me to fuck her while she watched the storm, right in the second story window where anyone outside could see. During the lightning strikes, anyway, when we’d be lit up for the world to see.

  “Wicked nymph.”

  I kept teasing her breast with my left hand, while my right ran down and around her body, and ripped her shorts down over her hips. They slid to a stop around her knees, as her legs were slightly parted to give me better access.

  Her body trembled against me, a little breathy sigh of wicked anticipation leaving her lips. A shocked gasp fell from her slightly parted lips as I rolled her nipple with authority, and she shamelessly ground back against me with a little whine of need. Between the storm and me working her breasts for a bit, she was more than primed for it, her labia soaked for me when I checked, and her hot sex already flowered open and literally hot to the touch.

  I gave her sharp spank on her naked ass, she’d been braless and sans panties. Her sweet gasp of pain, and her wicked breathy sigh of dirty pleasure was absolutely shameless. I was entirely mesmerized with my wicked pixie mate, and I’ll admit there was a thrill in the idea of taking her there. No one would be out there, looking up at the window. The storm was too severe, they’d be running for cover even with an umbrella, and the room was too dark to see through the window anyway, save during lightning strikes.

  But there could be someone watching, in potential at least, despite how unlikely it was.

  Someone could see me ravishing my pixie mate with thrusts of my cock, pushing her against the window and making her tits shake and jiggle wildly if under the dubious cover of the loose half halter top for the world to see, and that added a spicy thrill that I didn’t expect. I whipped it out and rubbed the fat mushroom head against her moist labia, gathering up the liquid silk that would ease the way into the pleasurable depths her heated paradise.

  “You are so wicked, wanting to be fucked in the window. I don’t know if I want to fuck you or spank you more, for being such a naughty mate.”

  She giggled breathily, “Why choose, when you can do both, mate.”

  She made a good point. She gasped as I grabbed her ponytail with one hand, then spanked her other ass cheek just as punishingly as I had the first, before I lined up and drove into her welcoming and convulsing heat.