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“Ready, mate?” Terrick asked, his voice low and needy.
“More than you’ll ever know,” I nodded, and he kissed my squishy claiming gland again.
A shiver shimmied down my spine as his fangs grazed against my shoulder. When his bite came, one fang punctured my claiming gland and the other my flesh. The sting from the bite came and went before I fully wrapped my head around the fact it hurt at all. Blood mingled with the clear magical fluid in streams and rivulets down my shoulder. Terrick’s warm, nimble tongue chased down every last drop. He was inside my soul then. I wasn’t sure what the magic showed him, but he laughed against my flesh. I bit my lip. Hopefully he wasn’t currently seeing Trista’s video.
“No, mate,” he murmured against my skin.
I slid my hands down his back and groped his ass to get him moving again. His knot swelled, but I wanted to keep moving - to keep feeling him slide and brush against all the nerve endings that kept me from thinking about anything or anyone. Just him. Just Terrick. That’s all I wanted to think about.
When he finished chasing down all the streams of the clear magical fluid, he kissed me hard.
“You bit them a lot as a kid,” he whispered.
He didn’t need to say it. He was talking about Travis and Trista.
“What can I say? They were just a bit older than me, but they had blood,” I laughed at my toddler antics and then pushed them out of my head again. It’d been a long time since either of them were those kids. I didn’t want to think too hard about how we all grew up to be who we were.
“Nothing horrible then?” I teased, squeezing his ass.
He sank deeper into me making my breath hitch for a second.
“No, I’m the one who needs to worry about that,” he said and kissed me before I could ask anymore questions.
Our hips rocked together, even as his knot grew. There was no way Frost could separate him and the pit hound now, right?
“Shhhhh! Don’t think about that,” he whispered. “Here,” he cocked his head to the side. “Bite me.”
I took a deep breath. This was it. Sink or swim. Either I’d see enough to save him, or we were back to the drawing board after our claiming vows.
“Do you remember knotting before?” I asked him.
“No, but I like it. I like how it makes you press up all tight around me,” he said, his voice husky.
“Me too,” I said as he turned his head to the side to present his claiming gland to me.
“Just do it! Even if it doesn’t give us exactly what we’re hoping for, it has to give us something,” my wolf chimed off in my thoughts.
I kissed Terrick’s claiming gland. It was soft, squishy, and very profound on his shoulder. He murmured and rocked his hips as I traced my tongue around its edges. My heart pounded in my ears. This was it. This was the start of forever.
“Don’t think about how long forever is,” my wolf said. “Just do it!”
He panted into my thoughts with more impatient ramblings, and I pressed on. My fangs were already out and tastebuds danced in anticipation of his blood flowing across my tongue. He smelled delicious and a second later, when my fangs sank into him, he tasted even better. The coppery tang of his blood mixed with the silky taste of cream and something sweet I couldn’t put my finger on. I lapped at the clear magical fluid and waited for something to happen.
Terrick’s memories came to me slowly. First everything was about a baby. A tiny little girl with big eyes who looked so much like Terrick, she could’ve been his daughter. Except, for so many of the first memories he only called her sister as if someone forgot to name her. It was only later as she grew that she became Salta. Their mother’s face drifted in and out along with men who I guessed were her mates. He called no one father.
“He died giving birth to her,” Terrick whispered into my thoughts.
I took a deep breath, still lapping at the clear magical fluid that seemed to be a never-ending fount. As Terrick and Salta both grew older the others in their coven started to avoid them. Terrick always had some reason they should go away. He walked around like a guy looking for a fight. The fight never came, but the others flinched in his presence. His problem or theirs? I wasn’t sure. He snarled and growled whenever the other adults got too close to Salta.
Then came the ghosts. Terrick was a haunted man. Sometimes the ghosts of the men his mother and the other protectors of the coven slew for safety followed him around for days demanding answers. Other times, it was his father. Those times were when he was the happiest.
“That’s why Juda got involved! He has the Omega Sight!” My wolf chimed off in my thoughts and we both let out a laugh.
It wasn’t the Omega Sight. That was visions. Sometimes they saw ghosts too, but whoever Terrick inherited his other worldly sight from it wasn’t Juda. He descended from another line completely.
I opened my mouth to say something, but Terrick shook his head. He was right. Now wasn’t the time to talk about any of this. He pushed himself up on his palms and leaned down to kiss me hard. His knot had tightened into place, and I glanced around the room. Were the ghosts here with us now?
“No,” he shook his head. “Most of those were laid to rest. Not Dad. Maybe not him. She keeps trying, though,” he blinked as memories flooded into his mind.
