Willow

Chapter 23: The Hunt (Part 2)

I'm sorry I've been away for so long but feel free to blame my goddess-awful SATs.

Violet rolled herself over and snapped her teeth at the golden fur that was now scrambling away. We watched, mildly annoyed, as Raagen seemed to be having the time of his life, his strong figure trembling in laughter and yips of joy breaking the cold atmosphere. Huffing in embarrassment at being caught off guard, both of us turned away, our tail in air, and headed behind the safety of a tree to shift back. I quickly pulled on the clothes tied to my ankle and dusted the snow that was sticking to my body. I carefully patted my head injury and was pleased to feel no pain. The only indication of a wound was the left over blood.

"Does it really take women so long to get dressed?" Micah's voice called out and I huffed a second time. The bloody fool.

"The next time you pummel Violet," I spoke as I walked towards him, "she's going to bite your head off."

He only grinned at the threat and I was about to shoot him a glare when his entire mood shifted. His eyes blazed in black fury as he stalked towards me and pulled me against him, cradling my head. For a second I was dazed. Why? Well you see, my very tight bodied mate in nothing but shorts was officially pressed up against me, and I was a heterosexual she-wolf. Excuse my slight state of speechlessness. 

"You're hurt," he grit out, gingerly prodding the back of my head.

"It doesn't hurt Micah," I assured him, "It's already healed and I've had far, far worse."

"I definitely do not like that," he grumbled, but stepped back respectfully and I was able to breathe a little easy.

"And where exactly is your shirt?" I questioned, dragging my eyes down his golden chest and glistening abs. (Thank you moon goddess!)

"Why? Is the big bad Alpha shy? Does she like what she's looking at?" he wiggled his eyebrows, a teasing glint in his eyes.

I gave him my most unimpressed look, "It's alright, definitely seen better."

In the blink of an eye, for the second time that day, I was tackled to the ground. 

"Is that so my Siren?" Micah growled, his nose trailing a determined path along my neck. Sparks started igniting all over my neck and I held back a pleasurable moan. His hands were trying brand themselves into my hips and the length of his body was branding me into the snow.

"Micah" I moaned out, "We-"

I was cut off as my mate's mouth found mine. I didn't resist. How could I, when this was what I'd always wanted. What I'd hoped and dreamed of. He tasted like cinnamon and smoke and it was addictive. His lips which started as just a gentle press were now frantic across my lips, his tongue darting out to catch a taste of me and I opened my mouth to him. He was hot and heavy and my hands were now sneakily twinning themselves around his body. My claws were out and had happily dug themselves into Micah's back and he accepted them with a groan and a buck of his hips. His mouth left mine and returned to my neck, sucking, biting and pulling at the skin that met his mouth. 

I bit back my moans and arched against the snow, wanting to feel more of him. When his body continued to keep me trapped I growled and flipped us over so that he was the one buried in snow. 

Startled by my move, Micah stopped and gazed up at me. His hand brushed against my cheek and a smile bloomed across his face. "Goddess, I'm blessed." He whispered. 

I ignored the blush that burnt my cheeks and lowered myself to lay on his chest. I wanted to hide the blissful smile that was overtaking my features at the happiness that was spreading through me. I hadn't felt this safe and content in ages. I missed the feeling.