Wolves’ Bane (27 page)

Epilogue

Wolf Slayer

Waking up with Morgan in his arms felt right. It felt more than right. It felt perfect.

They hadn’t talked much since he arrived, their mouths had been too busy with other things. He smiled at the memories of the night before. They’d hardly made it into the house before they’d ripped each other’s clothes off. The first time had been quick and hard, right there leaning up against the front entrance wall. But then the rest of the night had been about loving each other, again and again and again.

Morgan stirred next to him and he ran his hand along her arm, nuzzling his nose into her hair. God, how he’d missed her delicious smell. There was no way he’d be letting her go anytime soon.

“You awake?” she murmured as she shifted to her back.

He pushed himself up on his elbow so that he could look down at her. Her luscious breasts strained against the sheet that covered her, her nipples puckered and calling to him. He’d woken up hard for her, ready to slide into her again, and he suspected that wasn’t going to abate anytime soon. He’d wanted her so badly over the past couple months he thought he’d die from it.

She giggled as she lifted her finger to touch his chin, drawing his gaze from her breasts to her eyes. “Stare much?”

Cal moaned as he grinned foolishly back at her. “I’m like a starving man who’s just had a steak put in front of him. You can’t blame me for drooling.”

Morgan’s playful smile faded. “I’ve missed you too.”

He bent down and kissed her gently, pulling away to look at her once again. “I was dying for you.”

Tears sparkled in her eyes. “Then why did it take you so long?”

He gulped down the lump in his throat. “A lot has happened since the battle. Kelly came out of her coma.”

Morgan gasped “What?”

He nodded as he ran the back of his hand along her abdomen. “About three weeks after the battle, she woke up. Right away, she told us that Andrew had kept her in that state. But it took weeks for her to regain the muscle strength and stamina to stay awake long enough to tell us everything. If she had been a normal human, her muscles would have atrophied by now, but with the healer’s help, she’s regained a lot of her mobility. And of course her mind is intact.”

Morgan’s mouth hung open, and he gently eased it shut, laying a soft kiss to her closed lips before continuing.

“She told us that after they bonded, she did fall into a coma. That’s when she and Andrew discovered their ability to link minds to speak. It was also when she began having the premonitions, and they were so vivid, it was nothing like Andrew had ever experienced before. Her powers surpassed his a hundredfold.” Cal pinched a lock of her hair, rolling it between his finger and thumb, brushing the tips over the skin of her shoulder. “But when the initial coma started to wear off, the visions faded and Andrew panicked. He figured out a way to keep her under by using his mind-control powers. At first, she trusted what he told her when they linked minds, that her body just wasn’t responding to the treatment and that she was stuck in her comatose state. But after a while, she started to realize that he was controlling when she would be conscious and when not. And she also began to notice a change in his behavior. When he spoke with her, he was becoming more and more maniacal, demanding, hurtful.”

“Well that explains why he seemed to change. I thought there was something wrong with him.”

He nodded as he traced his fingers along her arm. “Yeah, the power he was using to keep Kelly under his control was driving him mad. He was slowly losing his grip on reality and turning into this crazy person. Kelly didn’t know what to do. She was trapped. She didn’t know how to circumvent his control.”

“So when Andrew didn’t come home from the battle, his power over her waned?”

“Yeah. It took a few weeks, but she slowly started to come back.” He ran his hand through his hair, tugging at the tangles. “It scared the shit out of me when she popped open her eyes that first time.”

Morgan smiled. “I bet it did.”

Cal stared down at her. It was like he was dreaming, like things were too good to be true. “I know I hurt you, Morgan.”

She startled a little at his words, her smile fading.

“Lance told me that you thought I tried to kill you the night of the battle.”

She started to shake her head, but he placed his finger over her lips and stilled her movement.

“I wasn’t trying to kill you, Andrew was. I threw a
sai
at him to stop him from shooting you, and I grazed you with the other one in hopes that it would jar you back to reality. I would never have tried to kill you. I want you to know that, Morgan. No matter what vows I gave, I would never have tried to kill you, even if you betrayed me.”

Morgan reached up and pulled his fingers away, but not before kissing each one tenderly. “I know, Cal. I realized once I got over my anger, my hurt, that you hitting me with your
sai
actually saved my life. It was that wound that reminded me of what I could lose by giving in to Lazarus.” Tears glistened in her eyes. “I don’t regret my decision to stay here, though. I would never feel safe living at the compound. It would be hard for me to trust the Order.”

He snorted and pursed his lips. “Yeah, even more so now.”

She screwed up her face. “What do you mean?”

He blew out a long breath as he rolled onto his back, laying his arm over his head. Morgan sat up to stare down at him, the sheet wrapped tightly around her. “The scholars were behind Andrew. When he told them of Kelly’s condition and how he could manipulate her to keep her in the coma, they demanded that he do so. They wanted her to continue making portents for them at whatever the cost.”

He clenched his fist at the memory of how his father had arrogantly boasted of their conspiracy. “They didn’t
all
know, of course. It was only the oldest of the elders, the most tainted—my father, for one—who had convinced Andrew to keep her subdued. Selfishly, they thought to free themselves of the text with her predictions. They’d grown tired of being shunned, stuck in their underground world. I guess in a way they were trying to break free. But it doesn’t justify what they did.

“The Order is decayed, decadent. With Kelly’s awakening, we realized a lot about how we’d all been living in a world of old ideas and thoughts. The scholars agreed to a change of the power structure. Lance is heading things up, co-leading with Kelly. Equally. The scholars are no longer being shunned. The basement catacombs are open, and, although they aren’t quite ready to move back upstairs, they do come up now and again and spend some time with everyone. Candy has some of the older men quite enthralled. And of course, she’s thrilled because she has new ears to talk off and new competitors to beat at Wii.” Cal smiled at the thought. When he’d finally realized that it would be okay for him to leave, that his life simply couldn’t go on without Morgan at his side, he’d left a house that finally seemed alive. The scholars were even going out on patrol with the younger Hunters, some of them so thrilled to be training with the others that they worked out constantly. It was nice to see. And it had given him a guilt-free motivation to leave. They’d found their happiness finally, and Cal needed his.

“So you left? Just when things were starting to change, starting to get better?”

He nodded, a sly smile tugging at his lips. “Well, I may have offered to help out every once in a while.”

Morgan slapped his chest playfully. “That offer didn’t involve my assistance, did it? I’ve got classes to attend and to teach this coming semester.”

“Like you couldn’t manage a little wolf ass-kicking between classes.”

Morgan smacked him again. “You’ve got to be kidding!”

He slid his arms around her hips, tugging her down to crush against his chest. “Is that a no, Morgan?” He teased her lips, his tongue darting out to trace the slit of her mouth.

She moaned into him as he moved his hands to grasp her ass and then wedge her up, pulling her legs apart to straddle him.

“No?” he whispered as he tore away the sheet that separated them, yanking it out from under her as he rolled her onto her back.

She pressed her naked breasts to his chest, her nipples hard against his flesh. She closed her eyes and groaned as he nudged the head of his cock against her cleft, rubbing along the hard nub of her clit. “No?” he teased before lowering his head to her breasts, licking her puckered nipple before sucking it into his mouth. She arched up, her body writhing beneath him as he flicked and licked and grazed her nipple with his teeth.

He released it from his mouth and moved to pay the other breast the same attention. She bucked her hips, urging him to enter her, but he held himself back, content to tease a little longer. As he clasped her other nipple between his lips, Cal gazed up at her, surprised to find her staring back, her eyes fixated on his, hooded with her desire.

“If I say yes, will you stop torturing me?”

“No,” he said with a smile. “But I will make you very, very happy.”

Her expression flashed with lust as she tilted her head back and moaned. “Fine, yes, yes, yes. I’ll hunt with you, okay?”

Cal’s smile widened as he gave one long lick to her nipple and simultaneously slid his cock to the hilt. She cried out as he pumped vigorously, sending her over the edge moments after entering her, her sheath clenching so tightly, spasming so relentlessly, that his orgasm exploded over him quite unexpectedly.

As he rode her, thrusting his cock until he’d wrung every last spasm out of her, Cal couldn’t help but think how fate had twisted his life so far from what he’d expected, and yet he knew this was where he was meant to be.

With his Huntress, for eternity.

About the Author

Every day is Halloween for author Angela Addams. Enthralled by the paranormal at an early age, Angela spends most of her time thinking up new story ideas that involve supernatural creatures in everyday situations. She believes that the written word is an amazing tool for crafting the most erotic of scenarios.

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She would have made his next breath his last, if he hadn’t stolen hers.

Wolf Slayer

© 2014 Angela Addams

The Order of the Wolf
,
Book 2

Aubrey Devlin thought she had a destiny—to become a Huntress, be mated to a Hunter, and spend her life in everlasting, werewolf ass-kicking bliss. But after years of honing her wolf-slaying skills, it’s her twin sister who’s chosen for the coveted honor.

Swallowing her disappointment, she takes a job as head of security for the band Riot. Staying professional is tough when it comes to the band’s sex-god bassist, an alpha bad-boy to the extreme. She
will
keep her mind on her work—as soon as she figures out how to stop drooling over the man.

Jaylon isn’t good with women—especially those with the ability to kill him—yet he knows without a doubt Aubrey is his mate. Now if only he can get the stubborn woman to fall for him.

One argument too many, and instead of clawing each other’s eyes out, they wind up clawing each other’s clothes off. It’s then that Jaylon realizes the truth: Aubrey is a true Huntress. He’d better find a way to claim his mate before a Hunter claims her first…

Warning:
Sexually explicit (like ripping-clothes-off, sex-in-public-places explicit) language. Rock-star bad-ass with long hair and a wicked bite. A take-no-crap huntress who bites back. You are encouraged to lick, suck, and devour your way through this tasty treat in one sitting—just be aware you might be hungry for more.

Enjoy the following excerpt for
Wolf Slayer:

Even though she’d grown up almost completely
isolated and totally devoted to training, Aubrey hadn’t been without amenities most modern families had. She knew who Riot was. She even kinda liked their music. Hard, loud, dirty. Many of their songs were on her training playlist. It was the right kind of music for a little beast ass-kicking.

It all seemed too good to be true and as her dad always said, if it was looked too good, then it probably was. She’d accepted the job, of course. The pay was outstanding, but her instincts were on high alert.

Standing on the outside of the door to the world’s biggest mansion—or at least, the biggest she’d ever seen—she couldn’t help but feel like she might be getting in over her head. Wolves were one thing, but screaming, groping, obsessed fans were something Aubrey had no experience with.

She glanced over her shoulder, where she could still hear the murmurs of those panting, sex-starved women. The ones who had clawed and banged at the limo she’d been transported in, even pressing their boobs up against the tinted window. She was certain she could detect real from fake like an expert at this point.
Ugh.
Way too much flesh on display. The experience had been like nothing she’d ever seen before and she had to wonder what would possess a woman to throw herself at a man like that.

The sound of their disappointment, the shrieks and screams when the gate closed them all out…yeah, she was gonna need to hire a team of huge, capable men, just to keep the crowds under control. She was good at killing, lethal expertise, not so much with deflecting lusty humans.

She sighed, shifted the shoulder strap of her bow case, adjusted the 9mm holstered at her hip, then ran her fingers through her hair. “They’re just humans, you can handle this.” Despite the fact that she had lied on her resume, she did know a thing or two about protection and there was only one wife she had to keep an eye on. No problem.

The door finally swung open and there was Dave, dressed in his tailored suit with his blond hair slicked back. Just as he’d looked when he interviewed her. The epitome of band manager. “Aubrey, welcome.”

He extended his hand as if to take the bow case from her shoulder. She shook her head, leaned down and picked up her suitcase. “I’ve got it, thanks.”

Dave took a step back, motioning her in. “The band is all here.”

And there they were—impossibly huge, outstanding specimens of downright drop dead gorgeous bad boys. The lot of them waltzing into the foyer to greet her. A shiver licked down her spine as she glanced from one man to the next. Dangerous was the first word that jumped into her head, although she couldn’t exactly say why. She scanned the men again. They were all there except for…

“I’m Mayhem.” Piercing blue eyes, long black hair, body made for licking. Mayhem, stepped forward and extended a hand.

Aubrey took it without hesitation. This was the band’s front man, no mistaking his legendary looks. She’d gazed at his picture on the internet many a night over the years.

“Raven.” Mayhem nodded to his right as he released her hand.

“Nice to meet you, Aubrey.”

This one was pierced and tattooed, not really her thing but she could appreciate a handsome man when she saw one and she had a lot of respect for Raven’s ability to melt her with his riffs. He was a talented musician.

“Dyami,” Blond and shaggy, the drummer oozed naughty with that smile.

The last band member stepped into the hallway and walked toward her, his eyes locked on hers, a look so intense it literally stopped her next breath.

“Jaylon Black,” she whispered. He had long dark hair, a deep brown bordering on black and so silky to the eye that she was desperate to run her fingers through it. He was native, his beautiful dark skin, those mesmerizing cocoa eyes… Deadly, sensual, fuckable…

Okay, get a grip you perv.

“You’ve heard of me, then?” He didn’t crack a smile and didn’t offer a hand to shake.

Aubrey felt a blush rise to her cheeks. She must have said that louder than she thought.