Aidan spoke up. “If you kill him, much as he deserves it, my pack might take issue, the whole honor thing. Is there not a way we can neutralize him instead and send him on his way?”
With a curt nod, Dracin raised his hands and once again Sophia felt the cool alien magic tickle along her skin. In the blink of an eye, Jason disappeared and in his place stood a coyote with mangy fur.
Clarabelle shooed the ugly beast. “Bad guy, begone, and do not return to bother my new friends or I’ll make you into a fur stole.”
Sophia bit back a giggle at her words as the coyote, formerly known as Jason, took off scurrying and yipping.
“Now does anybody else want to dispute Aidan and Sophia’s bond?” Clarabelle placed her hands on her hips and gave the rest of the pack a stern look, kind of marred by her round belly and glowing cheeks. However, the impressive Dracin, glowering behind her, appeared quite effective for there were a lot of shaking heads.
“Well, then, now that we’ve settled this, I’m hungry. Sophia, you come with me while Aidan and his pack choose a new alpha. We have much to discuss.”
Sophia turned to Aidan with questioning eyes. “Will you be okay? They won’t try to hurt you, will they?”
Aidan’s eyes crinkled at the corners, and he gave her grin. “I think we’ll be all right from here on. If not, you can come back and beat them with your club.” He hugged her tight and lifted her for a deep kiss, which left her flushed and panting. “I’ll come get you when I’m done here.” Another hard kiss sent her libido spinning wildly, and she wanted to ask why they couldn’t just skip everything and go find a soft bed for sinning-heck, even a wall somewhere would do. But a tug on her arm from Clarabelle and shifters converging on Aidan talking in low voices made her put those plans on hold.
Besides, she did have to admit to some curiosity about Clarabelle and her shifter husband. Upon seeing her, Sophia realized she’d seen her around and usually in the company of her superiors. Apparently, Clarabelle had retained some sort of status in the coven even though she went against custom and married outside their ranks.
Dracin led the way, his fierce scowl along with his formidable size making people on the sidewalk give them a wide berth. Bemused, Sophia walked with them to a greasy spoon down the street.
Their conversation over an obscene amount of food, most of which Clarabelle ate under Dracin’s doting eye, proved more than interesting and answered a lot of questions. Sophia’s eyes got wider and at one part, she even giggled.
As they exited the diner, Aidan was coming up the street. Sophia couldn’t help the smile that beamed forth. She was so happy was she to see him, she ran to him, her heart bursting with love when he returned her happy grin and opened his arms wide. He was big, bad-boy putty for a little, round witch. Sappy but true, and she wouldn’t change it.
“So, what happened?” she asked after he finished planting a whopper of a kiss on her lips, one which made a different set of lips tremble.
“We chose a new alpha.”
“That was quick,” said Dracin, who’d come up behind them with Clarabelle.
“Jason had been pissing the pack off for a while. Problem was the other alphas in the pack didn’t want to step in.”
“Took the job, did you?” Dracin laughed.
Sophia gaped up at Aidan. He was an alpha?
“Nope. I made my brother, who arrived late as usual, take the job. I’ve got a feeling being mated with a witch is going to keep me plenty busy.”
“You’ve got that right,” chimed in Clarabelle with a tinkling laugh. “Well, now that everything is settled, it’s time for us to leave. Don’t worry; we’ll visit again soon. I’m sure you have a ton more questions, and it’s nice to be able to talk to another witch with a shifter of her own. I’d like to do a survey on sizes.”
“Belle,” growled Dracin, a forbidding look on his face.
“What’s wrong with talking about truck sizes?” asked Clarabelle, her innocent look marred by the naughty twinkle in her eye. She turned to Sophia and slipped her a piece of paper. “If you need anything, call me.”
“I will,” said Sophia. They exchanged goodbyes and watched the other couple walk to a truck that could have been the twin of Aidan’s. Another boy with his toy. Funny, she’d have to revise her assumption that only guys with little dicks bought them, because she now knew first-hand that little did not apply in his case.
“Let’s go home,” he said, slinging an arm around her shoulders.
Sophia liked the sound of that. And to make the trip back more interesting, she tested his skills of concentration-in other words how well he could drive while she gave him a hand job.
She kept expecting him to pull over and have his way with her, but with steely jawed determination he got them to the cabin.
Only once they got inside did she realize that something was amiss. Of course the fact he yanked her down on his lap-facedown-and yanked down her pants to give her a firm whack was a pretty good clue.
“Ow!” she yelped. “What did you do that for?”
“That was for not listening and coming to find me.” His hand came down again on her ass with a resounding thwack, which burnt but also to her surprise made her pussy clench and dampen. “That one was for scaring the hell out of me barging into a room of shifters like that. Do you have any idea how many years I lost off my life? And this,” he said as he slapped her lightly on her red ass and then slid his hand between her fiery cheeks to stroke her, a move she agreed with by moaning, “is for being so goddamn brave and lovable.”
As quickly as she’d found herself over his knee, she found herself astride him, his cock sheathed inside her ready channel. He placed his hands around her waist, dictating the rhythm which buried his prick deep into her while somehow making her clit rub against him, pleasurably so.
Sophia looked him in the eye, those blazing orbs that shone with such emotion, she had to reply. “I love you too.”
At her words, he wrapped his arms around her to hug her tight, and she buried her face in his neck. She was overcome, for through their link she could sense everything he felt: fear, relief, and a love so powerful, he’d die for her.
Wrapped tight, they still moved together in an erotic pattern, their bodies melded, his rod still pumping her wet sex. At the brink of orgasm, enough of her witchy side came out that she had to say. “And this is for treating me like a girl.” She bit down hard on the soft skin at the base of his neck, then sucked it.
With a bellow, he reared up under her, his cock plowing deep as he shot his cream in hot spurts inside her. It was enough to send Sophia over the edge with screams of her own pleasure.
A pleasure they repeated over and over as they tried to outdo each other with sexual antics, attempting to prove who loved the other the most. It ended in a blissful, exhausted draw.
Epilogue
Sophia knew she was pregnant within hours of making love. It was kind of hard to miss because her magic disappeared as if sucked into a dark hole. Aidan found her in the bathroom sniffling and laughing.
“Sweetheart, what’s wrong?” He dropped to his knees beside her where she sat on the tile floor.
She said it bluntly. “I’m pregnant.”
“Are you sure?”
Sophia answered with a dark look.
“Oh, yeah, I guess your magic disappeared. It’s all right, though. It’ll only be for a few months. I promise to take very good care of you.” The jerk looked so smugly happy, she wanted to hit him. Although she’d expected this for a while given how often they made love daily.
