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  “My father’s name is Alastair, president of the Death by Reaper MC, Hellhounds chapter. I’ve been given the task to handle this.”

  “Holy fuck,” Ash gasps, his eyes almost popping out of their sockets. “For real? Dude.” His gaze hits mine. “You did fucking good. A hellhounds princess. That’s…holy fuck.”

  “Well,” Opal sighs and looks at me for help.

  I will always stand behind her and do what’s right for her. She clearly trusts my VP to share this news with him, and it’s also good someone else in my pack knows in case something might happen when I’m not around.

  “Remember who Alastair’s old lady is?” I wait for him to realize what I’m saying and his chin lifts when realization settles in. “The hellhound part is probably just the extra strength she inherited. She’s clearly more witch where her guardian wolf is dormant. The part human her mother also had shows in her craving to lead a human life, hence her human job and living in a trailer. Since we met her wolf doesn’t seem as dormant. We’re going to make sure to guide her through the process of embracing the shift once she’s capable to.”

  “Fucking hell, that must be hard.” Ash winces. “Sorry. I’m a born werewolf and we’ve helped a few bitten werewolves through the process but watching that was painful. I can’t imagine struggling with so much power in one package. If you need anything, let me know. I’m always around for whatever you need.”

  “Thanks,” Opal shyly says.

  We all hear Caz enter through the back and he’s in the middle of tugging his shirt back on when he steps into the living room.

  “No trace of the fucker.” Caz glances through the front window. “Nick’s here.”

  A black SUV drives up and we head outside. Nick is strolling toward the house.

  “Figor, Ash,” the man says. “Good to see you again.” He glances around before chuckling nervously. “No dogs this time?”

  “They’re home lounging in front of the fireplace,” Ash dryly replies.

  We shake hands and I introduce both Caz and Opal to him.

  “I’ve checked out your file. Outstanding reputation,” Nick compliments Opal as he shakes her hand.

  He has her hand in both of his and anger starts to boil inside my veins. Ash’s fingernails dig into my arm as he pulls me back. At the same time Opal pulls her hand free and inches closer to me.

  “Thank you. Figor likes to tell anyone the same thing when we’re out on a date,” Opal says and playfully smacks my chest, instantly making the anger inside me deflate.

  Ash snorts but I’m fucking relishing in the fact my woman goes from “we’re taking it slow” to openly sharing personal stuff at lightning speed. And even making shit up to let the human in front of us know she’s taken. But I guess the moment calls for it and I’m not complaining one damn second.

  “What man wouldn’t brag being in such delightful company?” Nick grins.

  “Enough,” I grumble and point at the dirt near the house. “Footsteps and the living room shows a slaughterfest. I’m guessing the fucker who owns the house is no longer among the living.”

  “Dammit. I was hoping to have a lead to the killer.” Nick glances at the footsteps and grabs his phone. “You guys might want to leave before I have to explain why you’re here. When I have a team in place to process the house, I’ll swing by the clubhouse to talk things through. Decker told me you guys have more information and want to help. But no dogs this time.”

  “Scared?” Ash shoots him a grin.

  “Smart, not scared. I respect animals and gladly leave them within their own value and space.” Nick turns and starts to rattle into his phone.

  I take Opal’s hand and guide her toward the bike.

  When we’re out of earshot I tell Ash, “You and Caz head for the diner. Me and Opal are going to check out the bar. All of the victims were seen in either one. If that fucker’s scent hits your nose you call. Do not face him alone, you hear?”

  “Understood, Prez,” Ash grunts and heads for his bike.

  I throw my leg over my bike and hand the helmet to Opal. Feeling her slide on behind me is fucking perfection. Hitting the throttle and picking up speed while she warms my back is claim number one. A verbal claim toward my pack is number two. Sinking inside her pussy number three, and the final one–a bite to mark her as mine–by mating is the ultimate pleasure and coming full circle.

  So many things ahead of us and while my bike is eating up the road, the restlessness settles inside my veins. All due to the woman behind me. We might not have taken any of the other steps I just mentioned but we’re on the right track and she not only trusted my VP with personal shit, but she openly stated against another man she belongs to me.

  Night falls when we arrive at the bar. Stepping inside I scan the room. I don’t smell the fucker so I guide Opal to the bar and order two beers. Mine is just for show since I need a clear head for our ride home.

  Moving to the back of the room where we can keep an eye on our surroundings, we make easy chitchat to kill some time. I sense some shift in my surrounding and am very well aware of a group of women hanging near the bar, eying me. Not once have I looked in their direction but my sense of smell gives me enough information I need when I see one woman break away from her friends to come my way.

  “Hey,” she says cheerfully. “My friends asked me to invite you and your sister to join us. Or your sister can join my friends while we head somewhere a little quieter.”

  “Not interested,” I grunt without so much as giving her a glance.

  “I’m most definitely not his damn sister,” Opal snaps.

  The woman ignores both our statements and steps closer to me, placing a hand on my arm. I’m about to rip my arm away when I hear a low growl and see the woman fly back, landing hard on her ass. I have to wrap my arm around Opal’s waist because my senses tell me she’s ready to scratch the woman’s eyes out.

  Quickly guiding her out back, I’m stunned by her strength and have a hard time keeping her in line. It’s as if blind fury is overtaking her. Opal growls and it’s then I notice the blue fire swirling in her eyes.

  Magnificent.

  Absolutely stunning but I can’t keep staring at her captivating eyes because the reason those blue flames are swirling in her gaze is because her guardian wolf is clawing at the surface. She’s seconds away from shifting and it’s fucking dangerous to go from zero to a hundred. Shifting for the first time can cause some serious bodily harm without the right guidance, and now is not the right fucking time.

  “Ophelia,” I snap.

  Blue flames start to roll over the skin of her arms. Fucking hell. I’ve encountered hellhounds and guardians, have seen with my own eyes what they can do. And those flames? They fucking hurt.

  She leans her head from left to right and wants to step around me. I know she’s still consumed by rage. When eternal mates have gone through the mating process these urges are less because a claim has been made, but we haven’t yet. And there’s an urge to protect what you deem yours, anyone who dares to touch what’s yours to claim needs to fucking die.

  I have no other choice but to face the pain and cup her face with both hands. Flames dance from her to me and yet there’s no pain. Shit. I should have known her abilities wouldn’t have an effect on me, it’s the same with my wolf; I would never cause her pain.

  She’s still growling and trying to get past me when I do the only thing I can think of to calm her down; claim her mouth. There’s instant bliss but the kiss is anything but sweet and gentle. She bites my fucking lip and a growl rips from me as my tongue starts to fuck her mouth the way my cock wants to pound her pussy.

  Her nails dig into my back and I slide my hands down to her ass, lifting her up as I walk into a shadowy corner, out of sight from prying eyes who might wander out back. Though my senses tell me we’re alone out here.

  She reaches between us and rubs my cock–which is ready to pound nails–through the fabric of my jeans. A growl rips from my chest
and I place her on her feet, spin her around and reach in front of her to snap the buttons of her jeans.

  “Hurry.” The urge and longing in her voice is laced with a low growl.

  Shoving her jeans down I unzip, palm my cock, and take one final inhale for two reasons. Needing to know we’re still alone, and if she’s in heat. If she wants to take it slow–though we’re fast forwarding right now in our relationship–she wouldn’t appreciate me knocking her up.

  All in good time. But we’re good, and both clean, since immortality comes with health perks. It’s for this reason the fat head of my cock nudges her entrance as I slide up and down her slit, coating myself with her arousal before I start to enter her in gentle thrusts.

  Raw fucking is driven by need. Burying myself balls deep in one thrust, and I’m sure I’ll do it many times to come, but feeling her body accommodate my hard length inch by dragging inch is something that needs to be treasured instead of rushed.

  Tiny gasps, mewls, growls, nails digging into my skin while her head tips back as I watch her face wash over with pleasure. And when I’ve finally filled her full of cock, I skip the whole relishing in pleasure because her pussy is squeezing the life out of me.

  I start to pound my hips and relish in the way her body simply surrenders and can take everything I have to give. The building we’re fucking against might have moved a few inches after we’re done due to the force of my thrusts, but who fucking cares.

  This. This right here is what finding the reason for living is all about. Connected. Two parts, one fucking hole to fill. There’s nothing and no one who can mess with this kind of perfection; we were born to find one another to share a life in eternity.

  “Figor,” Opal moans. “You’re going to make me lose control.”

  My hips keep slamming against her. “I got you, gorgeous. Come for me and I’ll gladly surrender myself to you.”

  She whimpers and her pussy starts to clench around me. Rapid waves with a demand to give her everything I got; and that’s exactly what I do. My cock thickens, my balls draw up, and the tingle in my spine is the first warning of a tidal flood that’s about to wash her pussy with my cum.

  Hot jets keep flowing and I see fucking stars. I don’t think I’ve ever come so hard in all my life and I’m barely able to keep the both of us upright. Fucking perfection in every way possible.

  I’m not letting go. Not ever. I’ll fight for what’s mine, and I can’t wait to claim her because this woman already touched my heart when she gave me the other half of my soul back. And that’s exactly what eternal mates are; two parts of a whole, united as one.

  CHAPTER SIX

  – OPAL –

  What a rush. Pleasure is still pulsing through my veins as Figor lazily rocks his hips to prolong his orgasm. The growls vibrating against my back–along with his mouth on the curve of my neck–give a sense of belonging.

  Perfection. If this is what it’s like for us when we have sex for the first time, I can’t begin to imagine how much better it will get once we’re mated and have a bed to roll around in. Holy shit, I need it now. I need more. Way more.

  He gently slides out and keeps his hands on my hips, waiting for me to get my footing before creating some distance between us. A rush of wetness trickles down my legs. I quickly tug my panties and jeans up. I’m in need of a hot shower the second I get home.

  Figor curses and I watch how he grabs his phone and keeps it to his ear while he tucks himself back into his jeans while zipping up.

  “We’ll be right there,” he snaps and shoves the phone back into his pocket.

  Stepping closer he places a finger underneath my chin and connects our gaze. Leaning in he traces my lips with his tongue, gently asking for permission. I greedily part my lips and I receive a sensual kiss which reloads my body with the craving to feel him inside me once again.

  He pulls back and murmurs, “We need to go. Caz picked up the fucker’s scent near the diner.”

  “Okay,” I breathe, trying to focus, and yet my attention is still on the hot shower and maybe a second round of sex would be nice too.

  His raspy chuckle draws my gaze away from his lips.

  “Come on, sweets. Plenty of time to put this on repeat, but we need to get some work done first.”

  A deep sigh rips from me, knowing he’s right. I let him guide me around the building toward the front where his bike is parked. Dammit. Even the sound of his bike, the vibration underneath us while I wrap my arms around him and snuggle close against his back is a sensual overload.

  Clearly, we’ve reached the point of no return when it comes to our relationship. And I have to admit, if something feels this good, why the hell do I want to take it slow or postpone it? I want him, I want it all, and I want it now.

  But first we have to handle the killer werewolf running around these streets. We’re one step closer and while Nick is handling the human case to catch the killer, we’re using supernatural abilities in an effort to be one step ahead of all of them. The ride to the diner doesn’t take long and when we park outside, we’re met by Caz.

  “Ash is tracking him. He just texted me, he’s waiting down the street from a house the werewolf went inside of.” Caz takes out his phone and an instant later Figor’s phone vibrates.

  “Dammit,” Figor mutters and thumbs his phone. “I ordered him to come back here. We have the address now but we can’t risk one of us lingering around the house.”

  “He would pick up on the scent,” I muse.

  “Right, maybe he already has. I hate to use Tobias, but he wouldn’t stand out. He wouldn’t have to be close, just sit in a car in the street to let us know if the fucker leaves his house.”

  “No way,” I snap. “You’re going to leave Tobias out of this. He’s been unwillingly pulled into this shit once and was hurt in the process.”

  Figor’s face shows his struggle but he eventually nods. “You’re right. Fuck. Maybe we should ask Nick, but we would have a hard time explaining how we think this is the serial killer.”

  “What if I cloak the scent of one of your guys?” I offer.

  “You can do that?” Caz asks.

  I shoot him a grin. “There’s a spell for almost anything. And this one is quite easy since I always have it in place for myself.”

  “For yourself?” Caz looks puzzled. “Why would you hide being a witch when you have a human job and none of those notice?”

  “Because,” Figor snaps. “It’s none of your business.” He turns his attention to me. “Thanks, I’ll get a prospect here. You can put a spell on him so he can scope out the place.”

  We wait for the prospect to get here and when I’ve put the spell in place, and Ash has returned to give the prospect the address, the rest of us head back to the clubhouse. It’s been one hell of a night and a hot shower is screaming my name.

  When we enter Figor’s cabin the feeling of home and belonging assaults me. Even more when I see both our horses through the kitchen window peacefully grazing in the pasture.

  I feel the heat of Figor behind me. “They get along just fine.”

  “She likes the bigger pasture.”

  “And the company,” he whispers next to my ear.

  “And the company,” I echo huskily.

  “Come on, let’s hit the shower and lounge in bed. Ash is taking over for the night. If there’s anything he can’t handle he will come get us. He’s also been in contact with Nick since he was still tied up at the house. Nick is coming by early morning for a meeting to talk shit through. Hopefully we can think of a way to let him know who the suspect is.”

  I spin around and place a hand on his chest. “Leave it to me. I’ve handled it many times in the past where I couldn’t explain how I was able to know and find stuff humans couldn’t.”

  “Yes, ma’am,” he mutters, eyes dilating with the same lust rising inside my body.

  But there’s an underlying craving. Something I haven’t experienced and for the first time I’m itching to l
et go; to be brave and embrace another part of me this man has been able to awake inside me.

  “Figor?”

  “Ophelia.” The way he says my name is as if he’s stroking my very soul.

  “I want to run,” I whisper.

  Confusion washes over his face until realization sets in.

  He cups the side of my face, appreciation and pride replacing a fragment of the lust in his eyes. “Now?”

  “Yes, now. I feel it, I want it. I can’t describe it but there’s a feeling wanting to get out to see what lies before me. Tasting freedom and feeling complete enough to move on…I can’t…I don’t know how,” I croak.

  He reaches out and feathers his fingertips against my temple. “Your soul is sure of your destination. Your body can absorb the dreams your heart craves.”

  His hand falls away and is now setting over my heart.

  “I will always be with you every step, every shape, every fucking second, through wind and rain, sunshine, or the fucking moon to howl at. Follow my lead. It’s your heart’s desire. The call of my inner wolf to yours. She’s there, Ophelia. Always has been and waiting for the perfect time to run free right beside her mate. No fear. Embrace. Face the pain. Unite as one and run free.”

  His hand slides up and cups the back of my neck to pull me close, slamming his lips over mine to give me a passionate kiss.

  Suddenly he pulls back, eyes a flaming blue when he growls and orders in a rumble demand, “Shift.”

  A pull from deep inside my heart rips through me. As if he’s demanding me to submit to his order. Fear rips through me from the pain of my body colliding with the upcoming change.

  My father tried to force me into shifting once, hoping it would trigger my guardian side but back then there wasn’t an urge to push through, only pain. Though the pain is somewhat less now and yet it’s there.

  Figor shifts before my eyes. A fluid transition where you don’t have time to blink before his body is captured by a tornado of movement, too fast for the naked eye. A massive black wolf with clear blue, familiar eyes stares back at me.