Witch And The Wolf

Chapter 3

Amelia

I reached my house shortly after sunrise and heaved a sigh as I bolted the door behind me. I have not seen Damien in 3 years. He had gotten close to finding me before, but this time he was there. The smell of him should have been my warning he was close, but I was so focused on my task I didn’t even register it. He smelled of pine needles and fresh rain. It was something that felt so primal to me and stirred emotions within me I don’t always know how to process. He told me once it was normal to smell your mate, it helps strengthen the bond. I would never have imagined being mated to a wolf, but I was. Goddess help me, I still wanted him. Loved him, even.

No.

Never again. He hurt me too deep.

I focused on my work, refusing to allow my thoughts to stray any longer. I retrieved the flower from my bag and began to prepare the potion it was meant for. Something that is meant to sever the mate bond between a human and wolf. I knew the easiest way was to be rejected, and I could reject Damien, had done so. But he refused to accept it. He will never reject me, and so the bond remains. It also helps him track me more easily and it was getting tiresome always having to use my energy to teleport further from, mask my movements, and keep an eye to my back at all times. If I could be free of him, I could go anywhere and he would never find me. Maybe find love with a human. Though, humans are also scary. I may be considered a human to most, but being a witch means being hunted. Even in the modern age, witch hunters exist, though they are not as obvious or vocal as they were when they murdered my mother and left me without a family.

Mixing the potion over the stove was a sort of therapy to me. Calming my nerves and letting my mind wander in and out of thoughts. I added the flower, and turned off the heat to cool. Following the instructions meant leaving the potion to settle for 7 days and then consuming it under the next full moon. So another month until the next full moon. Must be a sick sense of humor to create a spell where the main flowers only blooms under a full moon but the potion isn’t ready until the next full moon. I poured the potion into a bottle and set it inside my curio cabinet to wait until it was time to use it. After cleaning up the kitchen I drew myself a hot bath and slipped into it to relax my body and let my mind drift. Before long I was thinking of him again. Memories of our first encounter flooded my mind.

Praising the moon goddess s an essential part of my craft. I had chosen the full moon this particular month to dance under her light, giving my energy and gratitude to her and allowing her to magic to flow into and through me. I was deep in the enchantment of the night when the scent of pine needles and fresh rain flooded my sense, taking me away from my dance. I stopped and turned towards the source when the most incredible grey eyes met mine,. He stepped forward and I felt no fear, as he reached out delicately to stroke my check. Something in me felt pulled to him and as the word, mate, slipped from his mouth, his lips met mine in a hurried kiss. I could feel the heat from his body as the kiss deepend, and I began to tug at his shirt, He pulled back and let me remove it before crashing his mouth into mine once more, and I felt the space between us fade as our bodies collided into one another, his bare chest pressing into my naked breasts. The apex of my thighs began to drip with a need I couldn’t convey, and I could feel him harden against me. I began to peel away his jeans and he finished removing them quickly as his hands roamed my skin. A small moan escape my lips as his mouth broke contact with mine and began to trail kisses along my throat and down to my breasts. He took one n****e into his mouth and I shuddered as a groan left me and I slightly arched my back into him. As the moisture between my legs intensified, I felt his hands find their way first to cup my cheeks, then slowly to the front, I instinctively parted my thighs and he gently slid his hand between as his finger slowly began to circle my sensitive button. I began to grind slowly against the tip of his finger as he moved from one breast to the other, sucking my hardened n****e ,and increasing the speed of his fingers. I began to moan and felt my hands gripping his hair, as the waves of an orgasm began to build within me. I pulled his head away from my breasts and up to claim his mouth with mine, slipping my tongue inside,. As I released his hair and began to run my hands down his chest and down to the his waist until I could firmly grip his hard c**k. I began to stroke slowly as my sensitive bud reached the peak of its tolerance and I let out a long moan, into his mouth. He let go of my sensitive bundle and slid his finger slowly down to my wet entrance, which was sopping from my recent orgasm. As he slowly inserted one finger and began to stroke my inner walls, I felt his shaft become more and more hard in my hand and the smallest groan left his lips, which were still moving against mine. I broke our kiss and pushed him away slightly, so I could move down to my knees and take him into my mouth. He pulled my hair away from my face and held onto my head gently as I began to suck on his c**k ,moving it in and out of my mouth rhythmically, driven by the sounds of his groans as he began to guide my head, pumping himself slowly at first, then more urgently against my throat. Suddenly he pulled out of my mouth with a pop, and pushed me against the tree, lifting my legs in his arms, using the tree to support my back, he positioned himself at my entrance and looked into my eyes for approval. As I nodded at him, he began to slowly lower me onto him, his d**k penetrating deep into my folds, and a gasp escaped my lips as he pushed all the way inside of me. Slowly he pulled back out to the tip, and then pushed back in. His eyes never leaving mine as he repeated this motion a few more times, then without warning he slammed into me, sending my body into a frenzy. I cried out in pleasure as his pace began to quicken and his mouth once again found mine, claiming it with his tongue as his body claimed me with the power of his thrusts. Deeper and deeper, harder and harder he thrust with a need that matched my own. I felt the orgasm begin to bubble inside of me and wrapped my legs around his waist, pulling him as deep inside of me as I could, while gripping his hair, our moans filling the night air. The orgasm hit me in waves of pleasure as intense as his thrusts, and I cried out, while the sounds of our skin slapping filled my ears and then he followed quickly, emptying himself inside of me, as our cries died down and all we heard was the sounds of our panting breathes and the nature around us. We collapsed into one another on the ground and lay still, letting our heart rates calm, while the moon bathed us in light. He held me tightly, and I breathed in his scent, while he slowly drew circles on my skin. As the night wore on, we simply lay there, in each others arms, and never spoke a word. Shortly before dawn, I heard the soft rumble of him snoring, and fearing what he meant by the word mate, I quietly got up and left. Slipping through a portal , I glanced back as his naked body, resting perfectly in the clearing and smiled at the way he looked, before vanishing, never intending to see him again.

Slowly I opened my eyes as the memory played out, and I realized I had been rubbing my own button for the past several minutes, bringing me close to the edge. I shook my head to clear it, and stopped before finishing, deciding to let it go and get out of the bath. I didn’t deserve him that night, but he didn’t deserve me now, nor does his memory. If I’m going to make myself c*m, it wont be using his memory. I made my way to my bedroom and pulled out my vibrator, determined to enjoy some solo time and then get some well deserved sleep.