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“Fuck, Diana, so good,” I cry out as I seat myself in her, the feel of her virgin barrier giving way as I thrust deep so subtle, I would have missed it if I didn’t know it was there.
And she certainly isn’t acting like she’s in any pain.
Her lips are parted, her eyes glazed, and sexy, turned-on sounds escape the back of her throat as I begin to ride her.
She bucks into me, giving as good as she gets. “Oh my God,” she says, clinging to me as I roll my hips at the end of each thrust, grinding against her clit. “God, Axe. God, you’re the best thing I’ve ever felt. This is the best thing I’ve ever felt.”
I groan and grunt my agreement, past words now as my orgasm gathers at the base of my spine and my balls drag heavy between my legs. I’m going to come so fast it’s goddamned embarrassing. But thank the stars she seems close, too.
If I can just hold on for a few more seconds, just a few more…
I fuck her harder, deeper, a growl building in my chest as she digs her nails into my biceps and arches her spine.
And then she cries out and her pussy locks down around my cock so hard I see stars as I come.
Fuck, do I come.
I shoot my seed inside her so fiercely it’s almost painful. Things low in my body that have forgotten what pleasure feels like jerk and twitch and my arms are shaking.
There’s no doubt I would have collapsed on top of her, but at that very second—just as I’m coming down enough to realize I should have pulled out—Diana vanishes.
She just…disappears.
Or so I think at first. A beat later, a furious ball of feathers and claws explodes near my bare thigh. I roll over to see a snowy white owl on the grass where Diana was a moment before.
“Shit,” I mutter, sensing foul play even before Diana turns her now golden gaze to mine and lets out a startled squaw.
A beat later I hear her panicked voice in my head, What the fuck, Axe? What the unholy fuck? Why do I have wings right now?
I drag a hand through my sweat damp hair. “I’m guessing my coven leader has something to do with it. She’s a jealous witch with a sick sense of humor.”
Diana totters onto her new feet, blinking her big eyes in a way that would be kind of funny if I had any idea how long this curse was going to last.
Or how to change her back.
Shit, Axe, what am I going to do now? she asks, sounding so young and scared I immediately feel even worse about what we’ve done.
What I’ve done.
She’s just an eighteen-year-old girl. At twenty-seven, I should have known better.
“We’re going to fix this,” I promise, silently hoping it’s a fixable curse and not something Eloise engineered to make sure my fated mate and I never live happily ever after.
My fated mate…
As rare as it is for a cat shifter and a wolf to be that to each other, it has happened before. Rarely.
And it almost always ends badly for one or both of the parties involved.
Knowing that makes it relatively easy to keep that part to myself as I tell Diana, “But on the bright side, now no one at the camp will suspect you.” Shifters only take mammal forms, and most of our kind tend to ignore our feathered friends. It’s one of the reasons I use them as my spies.
“And you can do things my birds can’t,” I continue, hope easing the tightness in my chest. “This could be an amazing opportunity if we take this curse and make the most of it.”
Diana cocks her head menacingly to one side, as if considering whether or not to rip my throat out with her new beak, but finally she says, Fine. We’ll make the best of it. For Jacob. But as soon as he’s safe and this is all behind us, getting me back to normal is our first priority. And we never tell Jacob we did what we did. Agreed? It’s our secret. Forever.
I nod, even though I know the truth will come out sooner or later.
The truth always does. And when Diana learns she’s most likely my fated mate—not Jacob’s—she’s going to be pissed.
Or, worse, heartbroken, because I seriously doubt Eloise is going to make it easy for either of us to move on with our lives, even if Jacob can forgive and forget. That’s not the nature of my coven leader’s magic or her spiteful, clutching heart.
But I don’t tell Diana any of that right now.
Now, I tell her about my plan to bury the enemy forces alive by ambushing their ambush. She agrees it’s a solid strategic move—especially if she flies in the explosives—and we prepare to leave the cabin soon. The sun is still high in the sky, but I want to be close to the settlement well before dusk.
We don’t talk about what happened between us, not one word the entire afternoon, but occasionally I find my thoughts drifting, unbidden, to those unspeakably hot moments in the grass.
But only once or twice.
Any more dwelling on a woman who will never be mine would be masochistic. And despite what Eloise seems to think, I don’t enjoy pain—not even a little bit.
