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I didn’t know what I was saying, but I meant every word. I needed him like I never needed anything. It was like all the missing pieces of me were suddenly being pulled from the very recesses of my soul, but I wasn’t scared. I rejoiced in the feelings he was conjuring inside me.
Mitchell Truman. Mate. Mine.
Yes, that sounded right. It felt right, and my Wolf howled inside my mind’s eye, hoping to reach his beast. One big hand gripped my hip, and the other held me by the neck so he could kiss me while he moved me to the pace he set. It was too much too soon, and before I had even started to match his rhythm, I was already coming.
“Oh Go?—”
My words cut off, and I was incapable of speech as Mitchell really took over then.
His thick length stretched me, splitting me open, as he lifted me and slammed me back down, fucking me on his dick. I felt so full, so complete, it was difficult to know where I ended, and he began. Maybe we were just one being, separated by atoms, and forced back together during sex to our true state. For real. That could be true. I’d have to ask Nova. Fact was, I had never felt more like myself than I did with him inside me.
“Mine, mine, mine,” he growled over and over again, owning my body as he took me with a ferocity that bordered on violence.
I’d never expected to find a mate. Never thought I would share myself with anyone else. Maybe it wasn’t fair because he didn’t know the truth yet. But I swore I would tell him everything.
There was something to be said about the Fates. When they matched up pairs, they did it perfectly. It was like Mitchell’s body had been made just to fit mine. His cock stroked inside me, hitting my g-spot every fucking time, and I was sobbing by the time my next release hit.
That time, Mitchell’s need had caught up with him, and he jerked upward his roar muted by the fact he had my neck in his mouth and that was when he struck. Biting my flesh, he sank his fangs deep, and the pain was blinding. But it was followed by a release so strong, I went blind, deaf, and dumb for a full minute.
It was like he had shattered my reality, ripped it to shreds, then reassembled the pieces only this time they were changed. He was embedded in every cell. And as he pumped his hips, filling me with his release, I saw flames, and they were beautiful. Still panting, Mitchell looked up, a tiny trail of crimson spilled from his lips, and I went to wipe it, feeling wonderful and loved.
Tears blurred my vision, and I reared back. Fuck. How had this happened again?
“Sweetheart,” he murmured, eyes wide as he watched the flames spread from my hands across my skin.
“I’m sorry. I’m sorry.” I whispered, stumbling over our discarded clothes.
“No, no, no. Dammit, don’t you do it,” he growled, but I knew what I had to do.
“No, Martina, wait?—”
The sound of someone traipsing up to the trailer gave me all the distraction I needed to start my shift, and by the time Timothy opened the door, I had already Wolfed out. I bumped into him as I raced outside, the sound of Mitchell’s roar echoing in my ears.
I darted through a crew of men and women, ignoring the gasps and snarls from the ones I startled. I supposed it made sense Mitch would hire Shifters. But that didn’t matter right then. My vision was all reds and oranges and I knew I was seconds away from flaming out. That kind of uncontrolled use of my powers hadn’t happened to me since puberty.
Usually, it was extreme stress or emotion that brought my magic out to play when I wasn’t ready. Over the years, Davian, and Erryn, and sometimes Sherry Morgan, had worked with me to use my Wolf to stop the magic from consuming me. Wolf could handle my little fire bug tendencies. Whatever force controlled these things had made sure when I was born with both Fire Witch proclivities and a beast inside me, they granted protection to my animal.
My fire could not hurt my Wolf. But that didn’t ring true for anyone else. How many bedding sets had I burned through in my youth? How many times had I put my sisters, Davi, and Erryn in danger because of my powers? No. I could not risk doing the same thing to Mitchell.
Devastation had me howling as I ran through trees and bushes. The pine barrens were like this vast series of forests in South Jersey made of gnarly looking trees and shrubs. To the normals it looked probably half the size as it truly was. Supernaturals had started masking the world’s precious places centuries ago, and this place was no different. What seemed like acres to the human world could be miles and miles to us supes.
All I knew as I ran in my fur were the trees looked like giants, and I felt small and hollow. Flames blazed across my fur, and I prayed like hell the cold and snow would stomp them out before I did any harm to this magical place.
Where I ran, I saw mostly pitch pines and several varieties of oaks, mostly black. Maccon City was surrounded by them on one side. So many legends involved this place, and I felt the power and magic of it as I ran in my Wolf form. How many of them were true? I didn’t know, though I’d heard the Devil, the Jersey kind and not the Prince of Hell, and his family lived there still.
Harbor House sat at the edge of the barrens, on the outskirts of Maccon City, and I don’t know how long it took, but eventually I recognized the special stand of scarlet oaks that stood like sentinels at the back of our home.
My Wolf was snarling and snapping, the animal torn between needing to go back and needing to protect him. Protective instincts won out and even my flames died down as I crawled through our backyard, broken and angry.
The back door flew open, and Nova and Sybil ran out. It was too early for either of them to be home, and yet, there they were, and the pain and sympathy on their faces were too much to handle. I shifted to my skin and screamed.
“Martina, I am so sorry,” Sybil whimpered and ran to me, covering me with a blanket as she hugged and cried with me.
“Come inside, Marti. I have tea waiting and we can talk,” Nova whispered, her expression dark and full of concern.
“Davi and Erryn aren’t here,” Sybil added, holding onto my hand like a lifeline.
I allowed them to usher me inside, needing the comfort of my family around me. They didn’t pause in the kitchen like I expected. Instead, they shoved me right towards the shower, and I supposed they were right. I was covered in mud and soot. That sometimes happened when my fire came out unexpectedly.
