The Alpha's Virgin Witch (10 page)

“You belong to me, Lucy.” He looked down at his cock
as he left her pussy, and slid back inside. Caleb kept up his strokes, slapping
inside her with each thrust.

Caleb kept her at the peak of arousal, but he wouldn’t
let her over the edge. He wasn’t ready for it to be over, not yet.

With one hand on her pussy, he teased her clit, and
with his other, he wrapped his fingers around her neck, drawing her up. Caleb
wasn’t hurting her. He kissed the mating mark, sinking his teeth against it
once again. “This tells the whole world who you belong to. When you think of playing
the heroine, I want you to think of this, think of me.”

“I love you, Caleb.”

“I fucking adore you. I’ve wasted years, Lucy. Too
much time has been spent merely watching you when you should have been inside
my bed, taking my dick, and becoming mine.” That was his biggest regret, not
taking Lucy when he should have. He’d always been interested in her, intrigued,
and aroused by her, but he’d never done anything about it. That had been his
fault, not hers.

Biting her neck and sucking on her earlobe, he teased
her clit, finally ready for her to come, and to scream his name as she did.

“Come for me, Lucy. Let me hear how much you love my
touch.”

She screamed his name, and he held her, pounding his
cock inside her as he found his own release.

They came down, collapsing on the grass. Caleb didn’t
let her go.

“Wow,” she said. “You’ve been holding out on me.”

“I’m not going to be holding out on you again. Never,
ever again.” He kissed her neck, flicking his tongue over the mating mark.

Her pussy fluttered around his cock, and he groaned.
“If you keep doing that, I’m going to fuck you again.”

She laughed. “I’d like ten kids. Are you afraid yet?”

“No.” He placed his hand against her stomach. “I’m all
for getting started early.”

Chapter Ten

For two days the witches took turns attacking the
fence, and each morning, Lucy returned from her night of pleasure to reinforce
the protection shield. By the third day, the warlocks were there, attacking the
fence. Just like Matthew said, they didn’t work together, but Lucy felt the
shield wavering with each new attack.

Bianca was beside her as she kept adding barrier after
barrier to the shield.

“They’re coming, aren’t they?” Bianca asked.

“I don’t know how much longer I can hold this,” Lucy
said.

She was supposed to be the strongest witch and warlock
around, but right now, she was weak. Looking back toward the clock tower, she
shook her head at Caleb. He’d be able to see. Caleb had asked her that when she
felt too weak to keep the shield, she was to warn him. Both groups, witches and
warlocks, were attacking, and instead of just one on one, all of them were
attacking together. There were thirty enemies all at once attacking the force-field,
and it was zapping her energy.

The bell rang, sending out the alert that they were
going to be attacked.

“Go,” Lucy said, looking at Bianca.

“I can’t. I’m not leaving you.”

“I’m going to keep this held as long as I can. You
won’t survive against an attack. There’s a basement that I’ve enchanted, Bianca.
Go there, and stay.”

“No. I’m not going to run.”

“I love you, Bianca, I do. You’re like a sister to me,
but you can’t win this. You’ve got no chance of winning. Go, and please survive
this.”

Tears streamed from Bianca’s eyes, and she hated the
fact that she’d caused that.

Guy rushed toward them, grabbing his woman. “I’ll take
her.”

“Keep her safe.”

Bianca was forced away from her, and Lucy closed her
eyes, pushing her energy into the shield for as long as we can.

“Matthew, how long do you need?”
She sent the
message to the Alpha.

“Five more minutes, and then we’ll be ready.”

“I’ll be ready to attack.”

“Lucy, you’re weak. Don’t do anything stupid.”

“I won’t.”

She opened her eyes, seeing everything through
darkness.

“Lucy, honey, be careful,”
Clarissa said.

“I can’t let them hurt my mate.”

“You’re strong, darling,”
Andrew said.

“I thought you couldn’t come back to warn me,”
Lucy said.

“We don’t listen to rules.”
Both Clarissa and
Andrew said that.

“I’m not strong enough.”

“No one would be strong enough against thirty witches and warlocks.
You’ve done better than I could have imagined. You’re strong.”
Andrew said.
“It’s time to let
go.”

Closing her eyes, she sent out the last barrier toward
the force-field, and let her hands down. She opened her eyes and stood.

“Baby, we’ve got to go,” Caleb said, wrapping his arms
around her waist.

“I’m not going to go. I’m going to stand and fight.”

“The pack is going behind them to attack. We’ve not
got a chance if we’re in front of them.” Caleb wrapped his arms around her.

“They’re going to die if I’m not there.”

“No. This is what my father wants me to do. We’re
going to follow his rules, and I’m not going to hear you fight me.” Caleb
carried her toward the clock tower. “We have to go and watch.”

Lucy stopped fighting and followed him up to the clock
tower. “Where’s Guy?”

“He’s joined the attack. Don’t worry, he locked Bianca
where you told him to.”

Looking through the telescope, she watched the witches
and warlocks attacking the shield. In the distance, she saw the wolves, in
their animal forms, slowly making their way toward the witches.

Lucy screamed as they penetrated her shield.
Collapsing to her knees, she grabbed her head, unable to stop the pain.

“Shut it off, Lucy. Every witch is connected to her
magic. You’ve just got to learn to switch it off. Turn it off. They’re inside,
and you don’t need to think about it.”

They had torn a hole in her shield, and they were
working their way through each of the barriers she’d placed.

“I can’t stop it.”

“Close it off.”

She took deep breaths, and thought about the love she
had for Caleb, how it felt being in his arms. The pain lessened as she thought
of other things that made her happy. Getting to her feet, she looked through
the telescope, and saw the pack advancing toward the witches and warlocks.

“They’re not going to win.”

“We’re going to fight. The witches and warlocks that
are here, they’re the ones that want your magic. My father reached out. These
only work with dark magic, not pure and good.” Caleb rubbed her waist, and she
moved away so that he could look.

She pressed a hand to her stomach and tried to settle
her nerves, but nothing was happening.

“Here, you’re not going to relax until you can watch.”
Caleb handed her a pair of binoculars.

Lucy took them, pointing them at where the witches and
warlocks were advancing. They had gotten through her first two barriers, and
now they were coming for her. She saw Matthew at the head of the pack with
Emma, Guy, and her parents behind them.

They were all risking their lives for her, and she
couldn’t handle it.

Rubbing at her chest, she gasped as Matthew pounced,
and the attack started.

She felt Caleb’s wolf tense up, wanting to be out
there.

Lucy couldn’t do it. She couldn’t sit here watching as
the pack that was her family, regardless of how they had treated her, fought. She
cared about them.

Dropping the binoculars, she rushed down the steps of
the clock tower.

“Lucy!”

“I’m not going to put them at risk, and not be with them,
Caleb. You would never forgive me.” She ran out of the tower and closed her
eyes, transporting herself in front of Matthew and the pack, between the
witches. “You wanted a witch. I’m right here.”

She shot them with magic, sending them rushing away.

Lucy watched in horror as Caleb came charging at the
other end.

Closing her eyes, she quickly arrived at Caleb’s side.
He was shaking a warlock in his jaw, and the pack was back to fighting.

“Lucy, get Caleb out,”
Matthew said.
“Please, save him.”

She sent fireballs at warlocks and witches, fighting
them as her pack fought them.

Witches and warlocks were stronger than the wolves,
and it wasn’t long before she saw a fireball shot at Guy, and he went down.

“No!”

Lucy couldn’t handle it. She couldn’t see the pack die
because of her.

Staring around the pack, she saw them all falling. She
wasn’t going to let the only family she had ever known to die.

At her feet, a fallen warlock and witch lay dead.
Their dark souls were evident in their veins and their eyes. Reaching out, she
grabbed the blade that she saw within their cloak, and slit both of her wrists.
Opening up their wrists, too, she connected them all through blood, whispering
the incantation that bound both covens. To rid herself of magic, she had to give
the ultimate sacrifice through blood. It was dark magic, and why most witches
and warlocks would never do the spell. She didn’t care about her magic, and it
had never defined her as a person. Lucy had lived more of her life without
magic than she had actually using it.

Getting to her feet, she held onto their hands, and
watched as they all connected to each other in one unique cause, to kill her. This
was what bound the warlocks and witches—they wanted to kill her, and their
mission would help her to kill every single one of them.

She closed her eyes, opened them, and drew to the fore
the magic that she’d been given. Lucy rushed it through the connection with the
witches and the warlocks.

Their enemies stood in horror as they saw what she was
doing. They were frozen, and Lucy wasn’t going to stop. She was going to make
sure their kind of evil was sent straight to hell.

“Lucy, baby, stop.”

“They’re dark souls, Caleb. I love you, and I won’t
let you kill yourself for me.” She whispered the words that made him stay in
the same spot.

“Lucy, no!”

“I’m sorry.”

She forced her magic, letting it take over. Even as it
started to burn her, she kept on doing it. The magic was too much, and she’d
never asked for it. She’d only ever wanted to be part of the pack, never be
this magical witch whom people wanted to kill. By the end of this day, she
would be human. She hoped her parents were right, and she’d still be breathing
at the end of it all.

****

Caleb screamed her name even as the power had him
covering his face. He struggled to watch as her wrists bled. The life of his
mate drained from her, the magic being forced into her fellow witches and
warlocks, consuming them by their evil.

“I love you, Caleb.”

A large explosion broke the spell that had him frozen
and threw him across the ground, and he crashed into a house, gasping.

It was the house that Lucy had lived in with Adele and
Kyle.

He heard Bianca screaming, and then she was in the
room.

“Caleb?”

Getting to his feet, he gasped out as some wood had
splintered and entered his body. “Ow.”

Getting to his feet, he made his way outside with
Bianca close behind him. The houses were a mess. Windows were smashed, and
roofs caved in. The devastation would take them time to repair. He rushed
toward the town square where Lucy had been.

Grief tore him apart as he saw his father, holding her
body.

Rushing to him, he grabbed a lifeless Lucy in his
arms, and sat on the ground, holding her. “Baby, what did you do? No, no, no,
no, no, no, no! This wasn’t supposed to happen. You’re supposed to be alive.”

“The witches and warlocks, they’re all gone, Caleb.”

“Gone?”

“No bodies. They disappeared into ash, and Lucy smiled
and crashed to the ground.”

He pressed his fingers against her pulse, and felt
nothing. “She’s supposed to come back to me.”

“I guess it’s not true, son. I wish it was. I believed
she’d come back to us.”

“No. I’m not going to accept that. She’s my mate.
She’s my life. Her parents wouldn’t have told her that to just die! She’s not
dead.” He placed her on the floor, and started to compress her chest, and
breathe into her mouth.

“Caleb, man,” Guy said, coughing.

He looked up to see his friend was holding his arm
against his side. Guy looked like shit. Bianca wrapped her arms around him, and
the wolf inside Caleb howled at the unfairness of it.

Breathing into Lucy’s mouth, he pressed her chest.
“I’m not going to stop. She didn’t ask for this. She was only trying to save
us. She gave up her magic for the pack, and I’m not just going to let her die.”

“She
is
dead,” Matthew said.

“No!” He screamed out the words, cupping Lucy’s face.
“Baby, come on. Remember what I told you, don’t be the heroine. You’re coming
back to me, and I won’t accept no for an answer. I’m not going to let you do
this to me.”

He pressed his face against her neck, holding her
close.

His wolf howled in pain.

Every part of him hurt for the loss of his mate.

Don’t go, Lucy. Don’t leave me. We’ve got to have ten kids, and live
happily ever after.

He squeezed her tightly against him, hoping, praying,
and wishing for a miracle.

It came.

Lucy took a deep breath, coughed, and gasped.

He leaned back, and watched as her chest started to
inflate and deflate.

She reached up, rubbing the back of her head. “Ouch!”

“Lucy, baby.”

Her blue eyes opened, and she looked up at him. “Are
you mad at me?”

“You died. You weren’t breathing.”

“Clarissa and Andrew failed to mention that it was
going to hurt like hell. I felt the magic leave my body.” She held her palm
out, and nothing happened. Lucy smiled. “It’s gone.”

“Gone?”

Lucy looked around at the debris. “They’re gone, and
so is my magic.”

“What the hell happened?” Guy asked.

Lucy dropped her hand. “I saw what was happening, and
I couldn’t let them kill you, any of you. My magic is not natural. A witch and
warlock together are too powerful, and I used that power, only I fed it through
to them, binding them together. I believe it took them straight to hell—all of
them were evil, as they’d even sacrificed children in their search for power.
Doing that stripped me of my powers. I never wanted to be a witch. I was
happier before I got my powers. This is who I am.” She touched her body, tears
shining in her eyes. “This is me, and I feel whole again.” She touched his
cheek.