The Sacred Coven

Chapter Three -

Adaline’s POV

I stand and stare at him, I know he’s my mate, I knew from the moment I smelt him in the clearing, he looks like a god among men, the rippling muscles and the silvery eyes that are so piercing, he is hard not to drool over, I feel slightly weak at the knees with that look of longing and desire he’s sending my way, I just want to tear his clothes off and let him ravage me.

“There will be a time in the future we can talk about that, right now with the threat of the rogues is not a good time to deal with whatever this is” I say hoping my voice doesn’t sound shaky. He steps closer to me his hardness pressing on me, making me instantly wet, with desire growing in my stomach, it takes every ounce of energy not to kiss him. “We will see my princess, Adaline, you are mine, and I will have you as my Princess, my love” he whispers. I almost keel over. Oh, how I would love to be his, staring into his beautiful silvery grey eyes as they sparkle at me. His scent is so enticing, a musky scent with pine and a slight strawberry undertone that makes my mouth want to water. I wait for him to go into his room hoping this conversation is over, I need another shower. A cold one at that, my goddess why does his presence affect me like this?

He smirks at me “Would you like to come in princess and give me a tour?” I roll my eyes and reply “If you can’t find everything you need in there Prince you’ll have to be taken to see your healer as there must be issues with your eyes” I turn and walk away.

I sit at my dressing table reflecting on my and my father’s conversation earlier when I told him that his brother Kerwin was alive. I telepathically showed him my memories of earlier that day as proof. “Ada if this is true that he is alive and is not some work of a dark sorcerer, we need to be vigilant, there was a reason my parents named him Kerwin, they sensed the moment he was born that he was a dark soul, and in Irish Kerwin means little dark one. I will call for Cassandra, Celeste and Bonnie to come and see what extra protective powers they can do then I will have to seek out Freya to see if she has seen anything or can give us any prophecies or future tellings. We will wait til their verdict before telling the Alpha.” “Yes Father, I will make sure there are extra patrols on the borders too.”

What am I to do? One moment we are tracking down rogues for information to seek revenge and the next, my life has completely turned upside down with the return of my uncle and the appearance of my mate. Werewolves and vampires are never mates, it’s never happened, he must be a Lycan, but surely he must know if he’s a Lycan, why is everything so complicated? Werewolves and vampires don’t have the capacity to be mates, but because Lycans are so much stronger than have that capacity since they do not grow weaker after they hit 50 if their mate is still strong and fit then they will stay strong and fit until their mates' strength starts wavering. This means for a vampire and a Lycan it’s a pretty good deal for the Lycan since vampires usually gain extra abilities and become stronger with time.

Maybe I am overthinking it, no one has seen a Lycan in 100 years now, the last one we were aware of died ‘killing’ my uncle, or so we thought.

I go over to the bed and climb under the covers, contrary to some beliefs, vampires do sleep and no we aren’t the devil spawn, haha just joking, we can’t go out in sunlight without either having royal, or elder blood, or a special piece of jewellery infused with a white witches magic, that she has happily made for you. As I snuggle down into the pillow, I avoid thinking about the hunk of beautiful-looking meat that will be sleeping just down the hallway from me, so that he doesn’t infect my dreams.

I wake to someone knocking on my door, urgh. *Knock knock* I roll out of bed and open the door, only to be slammed against it. Elijah has his nose against the crook of my neck before I can react, his stubble brushing gently, igniting the flame of desire. He growls and flicks his tongue onto my neck, my breath escapes as a whisper and the next moment he is kissing me, I lose my battle to tell my mind to push him away, his lips are so soft as he parts them and I feel his tongue gentle slide across my lips asking for entrance. I part my lips, fuelled by desire as he deepens the kiss, my hands snake around his neck and into his hair, pulling him as close as I can. Goddess how is his hair this soft and silky, my gasp turns into a moan as he hoists me up and wraps my legs around his waist so I can feel his hardness pressing onto my core. He manoeuvres us inside and shuts the door, leaning me back against it while he nibbles and kisses down my neck. He stops at my collarbone and traces along it to my shoulder before gently biting on a sensitive spot there, I grind my hips forward and his growl turns into a moan.

What am I doing? Why am I allowing this to happen? I can’t! We can’t do this! Not now! As I start doubting I don’t realise he has moved his hands up my ribcage and his thumb brushes over one of my n*****s whilst he moves my top with his face to take my other one into his mouth, “ohhhh.. my... oh” I moan out and almost impossibly he feels harder in between my legs. *Knock knock* a knocking brings me back and I open my eyes to see I am still in bed, the knocking continues, what the hell? Was I dreaming, I climbed out of bed and opened the door to a deep growl of pure desire. “Oh my not so sweet Ada” he growls with hooded eyes “What a wet dream you gave us, I’d like to test it out in person to see if your lips are as sweet as they tasted there.” I gasped, as the realisation hit me that we shared that dream. How is that possible? You don’t share dreams like that with even mates? What is going on? As I stand there mouth agape I don’t see him move, I feel the air rush around me as he pulls my legs around his waist so I’m straddling him, and oh my, his hardness feels divine in person and I let out a small moan. He slams the door and I’m floating for a millisecond before he’s on top of me on the bed, “oh naughty little Ada” he growls before his hands start roaming and his mouth is on mine. I push him back, “We can’t Elijah” and even I can hear the desire in my voice and how weak it sounds as he nibbles up my neck, “Ohh... Elijah, we can’t” I gasp. “I like that sound my love, just take the we can’t off the end” he murmurs. Shit... I’m going to lose this battle with myself. Maybe I should just do it, or him however I look at it, then maybe I won’t be as bothered by him afterwards. Because goodness goddess do I want him to continue?

“I will stop if you mean it, my love,” he says, as I stare into his eyes I know it’s futile to reply, I don’t mean it. I want him to take me, I want him to f**k me so hard, the desire has gone past the need to make love. Instead of replying I pull his head down and lick up his neck as I buck my hips to rub his hardness against my core, and he groans in shock and pleasure “f**k” he exclaims.

He rips my top apart and his eyes hood over with desire as he looks down at me before licking and nibbling his way around my torso, he leaves my breasts and heads to my navel and the top of my shorts and I gasp in anticipation. And just like that he is gone and I whine in disappointment before hearing him chuckle. “Worry not beautiful, I will ravish you” I peek through my lashes to find he has taken his top and shorts off. Holy Hell, the size of his member! How is it so long and thick? My eyes widen at the sight of him, he chuckles again. And is on top of me in the next second, devouring my mouth I moan as he grinds against my core, he takes the opportunity to start moving lower, and lower and lower, *shred* I feel my shorts ripped from my body and it just fuels the desire more, I moan in anticipation again. I gasp as I feel his wet tongue on my c******s, he flicks it right up the length “Mmmmm I could eat you all day and night” he groans before devouring between my folds, I buck and moan beneath him, the slow-burning of my orgasm starting to arise, I feel his tongue dip inside me and I scream out at such a splendid feeling, he continues to do this until I can feel my orgasm nearly there. He stops and I am about to whine at him when his tongue dips into my mouth to devour me there. “You want to see me go in beautiful?” He questions breathlessly. I moan and say “f**k me from behind, I want to feel your balls smack off my p***y while you f**k me” I moan. As I say the last word of my sentence I am roughly flipped over onto all fours, I feel his hard length at my entrance and moan, goddess “Please” I beg, he groans “ask again” “please take me Elijah” “once more” he moans at me” “Elijah please f**k me” he roars in desire before slowly penetrating me, ohhh f**k that feels soooo good, he stops when he is fully sheathed inside and groans “ahhhh goddess you feel so good, Adaline” the sound of my name moaning out of his lips pools more desire into my stomach, I buck on him and moan as I feel his hard length slam my cervix, he groans and holds my hips before slamming into me again, we moan out together, he starts his movements a little slower this time, before getting harder and faster I claw at the bed before my arms are taken behind my back and he holds my wrists with one hand whilst slamming into me, his hand comes up and I feel him grab my hair at the root and lift my head. The leverage he has means I feel his balls slap against my c******s every time he thrusts, sending tingles to my stomach. The pleasurable pain from him pulling on my hair has me right on the edge. “Ahh.. ohh.. Elijah.. yes.. don’t.. stop.. ohhhh” I moaningly gasp. Right as I reach my orgasm I feel his length start to quiver and his hot seed spill inside me.