Sisters By Chance - The Dawn (Book Two)

What The Heart Wants

Raven's POV

A searing pain in my lower abdomen is yanking me from my sleep. My bladder is filled to de brim, so much so - that I'm about to explode. And the pain is searing through me like acid. f**k, I need to pee.

I untangle myself rather bluntly. There is no time for soft and loving movements. I need to go. I roll off the bed, blurry from lingering sleepiness, landing with an umph on the hard floor. I scramble to get up and stumble through the room as I rub my face. There is no time for light switches, not even closing the door behind me. I throw myself onto the toilet. Good! This release is almost as blissful as last night.

I sigh as the pain submits alongside the rippling echoing between the walls. Last night comes to mind as I sit contently in the darkness. It was divine bliss, and I'm wonderfully sore between my legs. Never have I been so thoroughly pounded into oblivion.

It was heaven.

My cheeks heat up as I blush. I fell asleep. I drifted off and left Tim to deal with me and everything around. The mental smacking I give myself to leave my mind soar. How could I do that?

Sure, I was tired. But still.

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When done, I sneak back to our bed. Tim is where I left him, fast asleep but with a frown on his perfect face. I crawl back into bed and nestle myself into his embrace. Where I cuddle and kiss his smooth and inviting chest. His skin is taut over defined muscles making me feel small and secure in his arms. I look spellbound at his throat as he swallows. Such a simple movement makes me weak. The throat and neck are the wolf's most vulnerable parts, a place on the body reserved for mates. He's been sucking my neck vigorously, keeping the mark dark, and telling everyone I'm spoken for. I have no wolf. I'll never be able to mark him as mine. All the she-wolfs of the world will always treat this god of a man as 'fair game' during encounters. Thinking of it, will I even be able to bear his children?

The realization makes my eyes burn from brimming tears, and the vise grips me. I watch Tim through blurry eyes. His throat moves as he swallows again, and I need to taste him. Tears roll down my cheeks as I reach to kiss his adam's apple. I trail kisses over his throat, under his chin, and his jaw until I nuzzle in against the crook of his neck and cry quietly.

Strong arms wrap tighter around me - he holds me so firm yet so gentle that I burst out in a full ugly cry. I sob with my hands balled into a fist against him. I'll never be able to give him what he deserves.

'Little bird,' He murmurs against my head. So softly it's a whisper.

'What's happening? Why are you sad?'

I shake my head as my face is still buried against his neck. Tim holds me and lets me cry while he whispers my name. I shake my head again as I try to compose myself.

'I'm sorry I fell asleep,' I tell him with my lips brushing against his skin.

'You were tired. I shouldn't have worn you out like that...' Tim told me as he kissed the top of my head. He's an expert on blaming himself, despite how ridiculously wrong he is.

'You were amazing.' I interrupted. 'I loved every second of it!'

'So why the tears?'

Tim sounds hurt, and it makes my heart ache even more. My voice is barely a whisper when I answer, but I know he can hear me. I'm clinging to him as close as possible. The only way to be physically closer is for him to be inside me.

'I'm not a wolf!'

'I don't care what you are. You know that!' He growls, 'I should have never made that comment. It was so f*****g stupid. You're perfect and everything I want!' Tim emphasizes his words by squeezing me tightly and kissing my templet.

'No, that's not it. Sure, you were a f*****g moron, but you were right. I'm not a wolf, Tim. I'll never be able to mark you...' I nipped the soft skin at the crook of his neck, the spot I'll never be able to claim. Shivers traveled through him as tears streamed down my cheeks, soaking him.

Tim stayed quiet as if contemplating my words. He doesn't seem to have thought about it. And I hate being the one breaking it to him.

'And,' I cry with the words hitching in my throat. 'Will I even be able to carry your children?' There it is. The words are out. Now I'm exhausted all over again. The silence is deafening as I let my defeat pour against his shoulder.

Tim adjusts his arm under me to support my head but says nothing. He holds me, strokes my hair, and kisses my shoulder until my crying becomes quiet snivels and soft whimpers. As I feel myself drift back to sleep, drained yet comforted by the warmth from Tim, I hear him murmur. 'None of that matters. You're mine!'

The vice is replaced by soft fuzziness. As if cotton candy is wrapped around it. I'm still his.

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The cotton candy fuzziness remains as I wake up the second time. I'm unsure which type of emotion it is. Happiness isn't enough, and it's not the ecstatic bliss of hot chocolate or an orgasm. Serenity perhaps?

I have turned my back on him in my sleep. However, Tim has kept his arms around me. His head rests over mine as I lie comfortably on his strong arm listening to his puls. I feel the steady rise and fall of his chest against my back, along with his erect member against my behind. I could move my right leg up, and he would slide between my thighs and rub against my folds. The thought makes my heart race, and my blood boils. So does the fact that he didn't pull away when I told him about my inadequacy. He kept me in his arms, comforting me. My mind is a maze I don't understand sometimes. But he seems to roll with the punches. Sadness, pleasure, mockery, exaggeration, anger, and panic. All my outrageous acts, words, and thoughts. He takes it and holds on to me.

I'm locked at a dead end. Showing confidence is usually my chosen path. But with Tim, I'm as insecure as I am confident.

He likes to be in control, a quality I believe surprised him. And I, who always wanted to be the one who makes the demands and sets the conditions, fell head over heels when he dominated my mouth. He took control last night too. And pounded me into obliviation - I forgot how to breathe for several seconds, and it was heaven.

I'd really like some of that dominance right now. Someone certain when I feel insecure. I nuzzle against his arm and push back my butt as if adjusting. He twitches, and a smile rolls over my lips before I wiggle again. And the music of Tim groaning reaches me. I feel him tighten his grip on me. The hand that rested on my belly slid over my ribs. But instead of gripping my breast as I expect, it caresses its way between them until wrapping softly around my throat. Tim's lips send shivers along my spine as Thor's husky morning voice growls into my ear.

'You're one hell of a rollercoaster, woman!'

I've got two optional answers, but only one will ensure he takes control over me.

'I'm sorry, handsome! Did I wake you?' I keep my voice soft as a whisper before biting my lip. He can't see it, but I can't help it. His hand around my neck holds me as he nips my earlobe, making me moan.

'You're teasing us, and I know it!

'You like it, and I know it!'

Thor hums in response. The arm I've rested my head on moves under me. Warm fingers find their way between my legs, spreading my folds to lubricate my nob with circular motions. He lets go of my neck and lifts my right leg to rest over his hip before finding its way back. With my legs spread, he has unhindered access, and his smooth rod has found its way to lay on the inside of my thigh just as I predicted - waiting to be let inside me. My hips dance to meet his movements as he increases his pressure, giving way to our needs.

'We'll find a way for you to mark me,' Thor growls against my ear as he massages me. His voice is dark and smooth, making my entire being tingle. 'I want all the women in the world to know I'm yours and only yours.'

His grip on my throat hardens as he rubs me and somehow, someway, manages to give me the right amount of everything. I'm a quivering mess under his hands, waiting for the release I know he's about to grant me.

'Say it, little bird. Say I'm yours!'

I nod furiously, unable to speak. Thor thrust against me from behind, sliding between my soaking-wet lips, driving me crazy. I want him to ram himself inside my tender soreness and push me over the edge I'm leaning over.

'Tell me you're mine!' He growls possessively, making me whimper;

'I'm yours, I'm yours, only yours...' At my last word, I feel him push inside me, stretching my aching inside in the most glorious way. Hi thrust inside me with powerful short thrusts. My mind goes blank - the air gets stuck in my lungs - my back arches as my body fall apart and quiver from the breath-taking orgasm he pulls from me. Thor keeps thrusting, prolonging the pleasure until it blackens before my eyes.

'Mine!' Thor growls before slowing down and pulling out.

I gasp for air as mini-quakes shake me, and I feel him tremble as he lets go of my throat. He pulled out.

My movements are sluggish as I turn in his arms to look at him. There is no midnight darkness, only baby blue orbs looking back at me. They are shrouded by lust. Tim must have taken over. We did say no baby-making, and wolfs; are all about putting pups in their mates. I captured his lips with mine, pouring passion over him before kissing my way down his chin and neck. I can't mark him with a bite, but I can do what he has done. I suck his neck, leaving love marks all over him. I have one big. He has fifteen and counting.

'Mine,' I mona before trailing down his body with my aim on his hard d**k waiting for me to give it some attention.

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'I thought you were a screamer?' Doggie teased as he hugged me. Tim and I have finally come out for air. My stomach is empty - literally screaming for food. Tim seemed content. As if he'd prefer to keep himself deep inside me for the rest of his life. Like I'm his air, water, and food.

'It's hard to scream when your brain has been hijacked, short circuit, and you've forgotten how to breathe!' I sing happily while hooking my arm into his and limp towards the door pulling him and Tim one step behind me.

'You look a little unsteady, darling. You might wanna slow down!' Doggie laughed, making my massive grin go wider

We took a shower - to wash up from all the gooey stuff stuck everywhere. And it went well until Thor decided that me standing on my own two feet was a failure, and took me for ride number, I don't know... So even though I'm clean and my hair and teeth have been brushed - I look like I've been screwed thoroughly through the night and morning. I'm seriously limping slightly and need Tim's hand and Harry's arm for support. But I'm not complaining. It's been all I ever dreamed of.

Tim, however, looks like he has woken from a ten-hour nap, well-rested and just as handsome as ever. It makes me wanna slap his perfect face.

When taking the first steps down the stairs, I felt myself get tunnel vision. White spots danced before my eyes, and my legs gave way under me. Holy f**k, I'm hungry.

Tim catches me and hoists me up against his body.

'Geez, Raven!' Harry mumbles worriedly in the background. 'You're sure you should go down? I can have something brought up instead.'

'I'm fine, Doggie! I've been riding the Tim train for longer than expected. I need some air and food! Lots and lots of food!'

Tim kisses my head as he carries me down. The previous happiness has washed away, giving way to worry. I know he's pleased with all my pleasure, but he is worried about how worn I am.

Tim and Harry are quiet, but I feel Tim squeeze me tightly against his chest as he breathes in my scent.

'Doggie, stop it!' I grumble at my friend as he's probably scolding him over mind-link. Telling Tim; that's enough and that I need to rest like he doesn't know that already. Harry patted my foot, assuring me he was done berating Tim.

Our table was empty when we arrived at the dining room, so Harry waved at us to follow him. The whole house seems awfully quiet today. Bossman, Big boobs, Her mate, and their daughter were seated. Some Summer Moon warriors are scattered around the room, talking with each other in hushed voices.

We said hello as Tim pulled out a chair to put me down before murmuring; that he'll bring me some food. I dismiss him with a nod before placing my head in my hands and closing my eyes.

'What in the goddess name has happened to you?' Charlotte asks. I raise a heavy eyelid to look at her - looking at me with her eyebrows high.

'I've been thoroughly f****d!' I sighed feebly before closing my eyelid.

'Nice!' Charlotte states. I smile her way without opening my eyes, keeping my head in my hands. Harry, Tim, Bossman and the other man I can't remember the name of comes back with plates of food. I'm not sure what I'm eating. But it tastes wonderful, and my tastebuds dance happy dances in my mouth.

As the food settles in my stomach, I feel myself perk up. The others converse freely. Tim is sparse with his words. He's focusing on me, but he doesn't need to worry. I am happy. He makes me happy, albeit tired.

Living here for weeks has made me more determent to help them. I have been given the family I've missed out on. I have friends. Harry, Lucas, Kayden, Sofia. I'm appreciated and liked. I even feel loved, and I love them. My only worry is how to protect them all from my own kind and Tim from himself when I'm gone and if I can't come back.

I don't have the strength to cover this place in a shield, not on my own. And even if I did, they won't stay cooped up here, waiting. They are about to scatter in the mountains to attack from all angles. While Doggie and I bring the Auroras down from within.

How do I protect them?

I munch on a piece of bread while contemplating my predicament.

There is a potion, but I don't have the time to make it.

Is there a spell, an amulet, a sacrifice, or runes? I flip through the archive that is my brain - searching for something that will suffice my needs. I don't think anything would be strong enough. The talkative mood around me soars through my mind. I study them as I keep thinking of how to protect them.

Them!

That's it!

It's not one "it" I'm searching for. There isn't anything strong enough alone. I need to combine protections, bind them together - like a pack of protection, a family. The sudden realization makes me jump and squeal, startling everyone in the dining hall. Tim's hands reach for me as I stand to my feet so fast the chair flips.

'A combination, of course!' I exclaimed as I threw my arms around his neck, kissing his lips. 'I'm so stupid! Come, help me.' I tell him as I conjure my wand, raising it above my head to wield as I look over my shoulder.

'Bossman! Doggie! I'll see you two on Doggie's couch in an hour, don't be late, savvy? Love you all!' With those words, I'm sucked through nothingness while holding on to Tim. He lands hard on his ass with a groan as we reappear in our bedroom. He falls back with me on top of him. I pepper him with kisses before jumping to my feet and leaving him on his back.

'What am I helping you with, love?' Tim croaks after me.

'Stay on your perfect ass, and take your shirt off!' I holler back at him, waving my hand at him to remain on the spot.

'Wait, what?'

Tim is so cute right now, looking at me all confused as I ignore him. I dive into my suitcase, pulling out all kinds of things and throwing them to the side. Tim's face goes from confusion to shock as I pull up a golden dagger whit an excited grin.

'Raven?'

'Yeah?'

'What's going on?'

'Do you trust me?' I ask as I walk up to him with all the items in my arms.

'Sure, but I would like an explanation...'

Oh, right. I laugh as I straddle Tim and put the dagger, pouch, and book on the floor beside him. I nuzzle him softly and kiss his lips. He relaxed into me as he wrapped his arms around me and sucked my lower lip. The hickeys I've made are disappearing due to his rapid healing. It annoys me. They won't even stay for twenty-four hours. I kiss down his neck and latch on to his skin, deepening them. He shivers and groans under me, loving it as much as me.

'I know how to protect all my favorite people.' I hum against him. 'I know how to protect you!'

'I'm not the one going to war!' He groans.

'No, but you'll worry when I'm gone. And I need to focus, not worry about you worrying about me never coming back...'

'You have to come back!'

'I want to come back!' I assure him before biting and sucking his neck until I'm satisfied he's marked for a couple of hours.

'Now, do you trust me?' I ask as I trail kisses over his chin to his lips.

'I trust you!' Tim answers without hesitation. I can't help smiling at him while c*****g an eyebrow and asking why he's still dressed.

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Tim's Pov

She's straddling me on the floor, ordering me to undress. I can see she's being practical. But she's so sexy giving orders. Almost as sexy as when chewing her lip and lowering her gaze. When thinking about it, everything she does is sexy.

How do others do it?

I study her as she pulls up the book and flips through the pages, looking for something. She hums to herself as her finger runs up and down the symbols while still straddling me. Her frown deepens in concentration.

How does anyone succeed in life, run a business, or a pack, if they all feel like I do every time I see her. It's hard to focus on anything but her.

For some reason, she has decided that I need protection. And if that'll give her peace of mind, I'll let her protect me.

She's going to war, and I can't do anything about it. But I can do this.

Raven pulls my t-shirt over my head, exposing me to her. She kisses my lips, shoulders, and chest before ordering me to stand. I rise from the floor with the woman of my dreams in my arms, clinging to my chest. I nuzzle her before letting her slide to her feet.

She stands before me, caressing my chest until placing her hand over my heart while smiling at me. Her dark orbs hold words I can't understand. As if she contemplated telling me something but chose not to. After shaking her head slightly, she backs up and nicks her wand. A small pouch comes flying into her hand. She opened it and poured a grainy white substance into a small circle, enclosing us and the dagger.

I look in awe as Raven closes he eyes and extend her arms. She held her wand loosely as she mumbled words under her breath. The tiny grains vibrate on the floor until they jump and fly up into the air. They soared higher and higher until creating a tube. Raven's voice grows in strength, and I hear the words as the grains swirl around us.

'Tiwaz. Algiz. Unuz. Inguz. Tiwaz. Algiz. Unuz. Inguz.'

Her eyes remain closed as she uses her wand to draw patterns in the air.

Tiwaz: A straight vertical line with a tip like a spear.

Algiz: Vertical line but the tip up-side-down - creating a v on the line.

Uruz: Two vertical lines, one shorter than the other, and then a line binding them together at the top, from high to low.

At the word Ingus, all symbols glow a little brighter as if charging. Beads of sweat appear on her forehead, nose, and neck. Her eyebrows pull together tightly as her voice grows higher. I feel my heart hammering in my chest as I stand, ready to catch her if she falls. The bright light pulsating from the symbols forces me to close my eyes. I peek through my lashes as I don't want to leave her, but it's hard to see. Suddenly they pull together, overlapping and creating a joined symbol. It soars towards me - radiating the intense heat of a bonfire. I take a half step back, but Raven grabs my hand to hold me in place, all while keeping up her chant.

It tingles against my skin. But it doesn't burn as I expect. It's like a simmering against my chest where Raven held her hand, covering my heart. I'm suddenly filled with blissful peace, a sense of strength and power. It seeps through me from my heart out through my veins to every nook and cranny of my body. I feel light as if floating without a care in the world. Until I feel a sweet scent filled with iron. A cold hand is placed over my burning heart. Ripplets of something run down my chest and stomach. I'm unable to breathe as the air hitch in my throat. Blood.

When my eyes snap open at the recognition. I'm blinded by the warm light beaming from my chest. Raven steps closer and wraps her arm around me, holding me close as she rests her head on my chest. She goes quiet, but I feel her lips move. Then it all stops.

Raven becomes still - the light goes out - the grains rain to the floor, bouncing away mimicking the sound of rain - but the sense of invincibility remains.

I release a breath I didn't know I was holding and wrap my arms around Raven, pressing her to my body. Her hands are flatly pressed over my heart, and I feel the droplets as they keep running over my skin. She shakes against me as if she's freezing or silently crying.

'What was that?'

'That was me protecting the man I love!' Raven tells me with an incredibly soft voice, making my heart skip a beat. Thor's speechless in my head. This has become a day filled with firsts, to say the least. I chuckle, unable to hold it back. If I was feeling invincible before, I just upgraded to immortal. Raven loves me.