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#18 Growing Attraction
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A Werewolf for the Witch #19 Camarderie
AldrichAva is going to be the death of me. I'm sure of that.I groan and adjust my erection, trying not to disturb her. She has fallen asleep immediately, but with her soft body pressed against me, my cock is hard as fuck. Added to that, there's the intoxicating scent of her.My wolf wants to break to the surface, to claim her as our mate.I can control him only with the greatest difficulty.Ava can never be my mate. We are worlds apart. This attraction, this chemistry, and even the easy friendship that has developed between us is solely owing to the circumstances. It's bound to change once she's better.Even knowing that, I can't seem to control the reactions of my body.Hell, I'm going to be sleep deprived for two nights in a row.I try to divert my mind and think about ways to keep Ava hidden. It's going to be a real problem. The Werewolves of my pack might not venture this far right now, but once they have scanned the areas closer to the ghetto, they certainly will move closer to
A Werewolf for the Witch #20 Ground Rules
AvaleaMy heart is drumming against my ribs. It's only with great difficulty that I'm able to breathe steadily. The tingling at the junction of my legs is a new sensation, something I have never felt before. Aldrich is attracted to me. The knowledge sets my blood on fire. I steal a glance towards the evidence of his desire. Except, the hut is in darkness and I don't see a thing. But I know he's hard for me. I suppress a moan, thinking about how his… erect member… felt pressed against my lower belly. I want to reach down and touch him… there. My cheeks are hot, and my face feels as if it's on fire. I throw away the animal skin rug, needing to feel the cold night air on my skin. Aldrich is right. We cannot cross this boundary. It is wrong, simply wrong. It goes against every law of my society. But then, why does it feel so right when I'm in Aldrich's arms? I press the bridge of my nose, hating that I cannot touch him even though he's only a hair's breadth away from me. "I think
A Werewolf for the Witch #21 Stoking the Embers
AldrichIt would be so easy to bend down just a little and claim her mouth. I remember the brief kiss we shared earlier, if it can even be called that. It wasn't enough. Nowhere near enough. The way she's looking at me now, her face flushed, her ruby red lips wet from her tongue running over them repeatedly, her disheveled braid, the rise and fall of her breasts… It's driving me crazy. I want nothing more than to bury myself inside her, to watch her reach her peak as she begs me for more. I want to hear her screaming my name while I drive her out of her mind. The image is so acute, so sharp in my mind that I have to consciously, carefully, will it away. I need a distraction–something, anything. Talking about these ‘rules’ she has come up with will have to do. Although I was amused when I actually heard her say we need rules to behave around each other, a part of me is also curious to know what she has come up with. "I'm waiting," "Will you let me sit up and move away from me? I
A Werewolf for the Witch #22 Mercurial Moods
AvaleaI'm digging my nails into my palms and biting my lips to stop myself from calling Aldrich's name.Don't go! I shout in my head as he steps outside.What sort of danger is out there? What if something happens to him?No!I won't let anything happen to him. I can't remain here like a helpless damsel when he's out there facing danger.I get to my feet and center my breath. It takes some doing as I was moments away from… something… when Aldrich's attention was focused on me in that intense, toe-curling way. His kisses, his words, his touch… it was driving me out of my mind. I was on the verge of giving in before we were interrupted.Despite the possibility of danger, a part of me is slightly disappointed that we were interrupted, and another part is hugely relieved.Shaking my head, I try to clear all wayward thoughts.Closing my eyes, I summon every defensive spell I know to the forefront. It isn't a whole lot, but I know I'll be able to aid Aldrich at least a little.At this mome
A Werewolf for the Witch #23 No Regrets
AldrichI look at Ava over my shoulder as I strip out of my clothes. She still has her back turned to me. I curse myself for pulling that trick on her, but if I had to do it again, I probably would.She needed to be raging mad to throw that kind of power at me. I knew without a shadow of doubt that she wouldn't harm me, no matter how mad she was, but if it was an enemy, she wouldn't have held back. I don’t know how I know it, I just do. Our mate can never harm us, my wolf says from inside me. He’s clearly losing his mind. I ignore him. The sooner he lets go of this notion that Ava is our fated mate, the better it is for both of us.I know she’s more powerful than she believes herself to be, because in my wolf form, I can sense the tremendously strong pulsations of power thrumming inside her. We might not have magic, but our senses are highly evolved.I won't be doing anything like this again, but this one time, I believe it was essential. I saw an opportunity, and took it. It was mor
A Werewolf for the Witch #24 Triumphs and Doubts
AvaleaWhen I wake up, bright daylight is flooding in through the wall I demolished yesterday. And Aldrich isn’t around. Disappointment stabs at me. I was angry with him yesterday, but I wish we’d had a chance to talk things over this morning. He probably had to leave early because of his work; probably left without waking me up so as to not disturb me. I’m touched by his thoughtfulness, but still disappointed nonetheless. I really wish I had been able to talk to him this morning.I tell myself he will come back in the evening, but the thought of spending the entire day without him, with only my thoughts to keep me company doesn't help my mood.Shaking the melancholy away, I sit up, pulling the rug close to me. There’s plenty of other things to think about. There’s plans to be made. I’m only temporarily seeking shelter with Aldrich. Temporarily. I have to remember that. My primary purpose right now isn’t to develop a friendship with him, but to heal, to get better, and go to Uncle Hor
A Werewolf for the Witch #25 New Dangers
AldrichI push open the door of my hovel slowly, not wanting to disturb Roark in case he is already back. It is unlikely, but I’m being cautious, just in case. I’m relieved to find the hovel empty. I quickly put the last of our bread and cheese in the wicker basket. Roark is bound to question me over it. I’ll have to come up with a convincing excuse. I hate lying to Roark. Hunger is gnawing at me. Shapeshifting requires a lot of energy, and since yesterday, I have shifted multiple times, but I have not replenished the fuel I used up. It’s still quite early, so the communal kitchen won’t be open yet.I look at the position of the sun in the sky, trying to determine if I will have enough time left for breakfast after I make my way back to the hut with food and water for Ava. Probably not.I rub my temples, knowing this constant back-and-forth will weaken me and make me lose my muscle bulk rapidly. If that happens, I might potentially have trouble shifting into my wolf form.But it is
A Werewolf for the Witch #26 Turmoil
AvaleaI’m unable to stop my emotions from spiraling as I head back to the hut. The more I think about it, the more convinced I become that I have caused something sacred to break by not upholding the law of the land. I have blatantly broken the rules.Both Ann and I questioned some of the laws when our tutor taught them to us, but not forcefully enough. The explanation for our questions was: that is the Altairain way, which wasn’t much of an explanation at all.The circumstances after Father’s assassination were such that disregarding the rules was essential for survival. But others I have willingly broken: not just conversing because it was necessary, but bantering with Aldrich, kissing him, lying on the same bed as him. Wanting him to kiss me, and do much more to me than just kissing. My breathing quickens as my thoughts invariably go to the sultry, seductive words he spoke when I tried to lay down some ground rules. The image that formed in my mind after hearing his words is deep
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