It was cold.
The dawn had brought a thin and uncomfortable drizzle that accentuated the drop in temperature and Cassie was scared curled up on the deck by the movement in the bedroom door.
He wasn't back yet!
Was he with his lover?
She got up slowly, shivering with cold as she put on warm slippers, looking for the candlestick.
-Hell! Curse! Damn boots! - a pasty voice reached her ears.
She walked in a daze, staring at him in awe. He was drunk! Terribly drunk! Just him who never got involved with that kind of thing.
-You drank too much. - She looked casually awkward.
Morgan was balancing himself too precariously, trying unsuccessfully to get rid of his boots yet.
-A little. - His voice came out pasty. - Or maybe too much. Gypsies have excellent wine here. I can arrange maybe ...
Cassie looked at him with wide eyes. In a precarious movement, Morgan swayed, resting his body heavily against the wall, seeking support. There was nothing funny about the usual safe movements. He sighed heavily when opened a sly smile that could make any woman be enchanted and raised his fingers to his mouth for silence.
-Is's late. We don't want to wake anyone up. Rick manages to complain more than my mom did. God! And Jackie ... I didn't know they talked so much ...
She took a deep breath, exhaling slowly. At least Morgan hadn't spent the night with Mayra. Although the relief at hearing that still hurt, he softened her anger and managed to smile.
-You can barely stand. Come on. I'll take you to bed, Morgan. Cassie gasped as put her arm around his waist.
The man was too heavy. She wasn't sure what to do. At least hoped he wouldn't throw up.
-Bed!? Morgan flashed a wry smile. - Very good idea. You look very attractive, lady Morgan. I'm going to enjoy going to bed with you very much.
-You're terribly drunk. - Cassie said gasping, still holding him. Stumbled on the rug with her husband's lack of balance. - Morgan!
The man smiled again when he fell on the mattress, bringing the girl close to him.--God! Just ask if...
Cassie grunted, struggling to get rid of the strong arms. Mercy. He weighed too much. It was fortunate that the man collapsed in bed because she very much doubted that would be able to lift him alone.
-You're not in a position ...- she still complained and closed her eyes incredulously with his agility. His hands were suddenly very bold and insistent.
-I think I still am. - Morgan insisted. - I hate it when you call me that. -It's Phiiiillip...
She looked at him appraisingly and cautiously, taking advantage of his complaint, and managed to get up.
-Philip! - there gasping was something terribly intimate to call him that at that moment. The young woman sighed with dismay. - I think ... I think you need to sleep.
-I am not sleepy. There were only a few mugs of wine. - The explanation was mixed. - Come here.
- Sit down, man. Let me take your clothes off ... - Cassie ordered, imagining the temerity.
She should let him sleep the way it was. Only the sprawling way in which the husband was lying on the bed left her penalized.
-Yup. Clothes. Many clothes. - Morgan agreed.
His hands felt again as Cassie struggled against his heavy coat.
God! It was embarrassing. Her fingers touched the warm skin, letting in the masculine scent. Cologne, wine, and tobacco. Had he showered? she asked, perplexed. Where?
- The river. There is a river nearby and the water is freezing. - Morgan commented absently, catching her thought. -Then your precious brother took care of an endless sermon. Ah, Richard helped him. There was only Faith left to complain. And Adam found it very funny. Thank goodness, Michael was sleeping.
Cassie bit her lip apprehensively. Richard. Ah, Richard had hated his brother's choice. The rejection had been accentuated after what happened to Michael and the fact that she was, although half a witch, complicated everything. They were never going to accept it.
She shuddered, wondering if Richard and the others already knew about the incident with Thalagar. What about the Council? What was she going to explain to those people? Will would never understand. Her lips pouted.
-Let me take your shirt off. - She appealed patiently.
Morgan laughed. It was the image of a little boy who had been caught doing gibberish. Relaxed and charming. The man in front of her did not have on his shoulders the responsibilities of the pack or tribulations that the leadership of the wolves brought. He was cheerful, jovial, and definitely charming. The tousled hair accentuated the relaxed air.
-Do you want to take off my clothes then, my lady? - he joked. - I like it when you decide to be bossy. Wow! The room is spinning.
He was going to be sick. Perhaps it would be advisable to take a bowl. A strange smile struck Cassie.
-Very well, Philip Morgan. I'm ordering it. - She was exasperated to put her hands on her hips. - Now try to sit down. And raise your arms so I can take your shirt off.
Totally awkward and clumsy, Morgan complied. Ah, it definitely didn't look like him. Laughing foolishly, he sighed when the shirt was taken off with great difficulty.
-Witch! He murmured under his breath. - You really want to take a poor man to hell. You are managing to drive me crazy like that. Ah, you smell. That smell ...
-I can smell alcohol. -Cassie retaliated with a serious face.
-It's wwwwwine. - He explained in an exaggerated way.
-Philip!- Cassie groaned, rolling her eyes.
Male hands were beginning to stroke her breasts, sliding free of the thin fabric of the nightgown, after he had made the straps slide over her shoulders.
-You are beautiful. - He said the words badly.
Cassie protested indignantly as she noticed the nightgown slipping further. He was fast without a doubt. Before she could have made any protest, was totally naked from the waist up. The male mouth searched for hers, the tongue teasing and instigating as it was pressed against the wall of solid muscles.
- Take pleasure in my kisses. - Morgan commented pleased.
The initial stiffness of her body lost its tension and began to mold itself to your mind in a mind-boggling way. Another shameful traitor.
Oh, God! Cassie gasped between kisses, looking for air.
What did he think to do? She was finding it alarmed that her resistance to him was minimal. Even more so when the hands seemed to travel and be everywhere on your body. Unable to impose distance - and she wanted it, didn't she? - she found herself clinging to him, drowning in a wave of stunning lust with the caresses that ran through her skin. The whole protest was soon forgotten.
There was a pleasant feeling of well-being when she felt him roll over her, settling between her legs insistently. Chills left her breathless with teeth that nibbled between hot kisses on the tender, sensitive flesh. That mouth ... A groan escaped her lips.
Nothing compared to the experience of earlier when they had been interrupted. It was a wild, fiery Philip who instigated and provoked her. It was his touch. More daring and insistent. she knew he was squirming with a mouth that sucked her breast in an ecstasy of agony. The muscles in the lower abdomen contract almost painfully. There is simply pulsed, radiating exacerbated heat. It was up to her to protest to end this madness, but only a hoarse groan was her answer. His caresses suddenly ...
The air caught in her throat as she tightened his shoulders. It was right there that he began to intensify his caresses. Where she was most sensitive. They started slippery, circular, and penetrating, eliciting a louder and deeper groan.
-Philip! Not! - the answer came at lightning speed.
Not even the visions or dreams could have prepared her for the sensation. It was a pale image of the real. He was there. Cassie stifled a stunned, embarrassed groan. It was involuntary for her to move her hips arching when he pulled what he wanted.
-My.- Morgan whispered triumphantly.
She found herself almost in a trance. It was all at the same time. The accumulation of unknown sensations. She could agree with him on anything. didn't believe that a man could do just that. It was too intimate.
-Philip ... - Cassie let out a groan.
-Lots of clothes, baby. Quiet. You really drive me crazy. There are so many things I intend to teach you...
She gasped, surrendering the caresses when she closed her eyes. She was fully aware writhing in delicious agony under the torture of the agile tongue that instigated her, while her hands gripped his hair. He stifled a loud groan. He intended to make it burn with combustion. She felt the fingers sinking into her body at a slow, invasive pace consuming herself with his voracious attack. It was a predator showing dominance in its territory and she didn't care. It mattered nothing more than him.
The body no longer belonged to her. It basically obeyed his incentives.
-Oh, honey. What do I do with you, petite loup? - He reflected with an expression of lust. - You are definitely irresistible like that. I want to feel you trembling in my arms, mad with desire.
Cassie gasped. She was in trouble. She knew how the night would end. His voice. The low, seductive sound took her breath away. She did not doubt that the man could do this easily. There was a sensual threat on the attractive face that stared at her.
Her breasts were numb, her nipples hardened under the caresses of the teeth that surrounded her in a more delicate place. Each of her nerve endings waited in anxiety. She realized she almost having spasms. The mouth that sucked relentlessly there radiated sensations that intensified in its insides with the fingers that stroked it.
Breathless breathing made her even dizzier with a racing heart.
-Oh, Philip. Please ...- she begged.
-I like you like that, Cassie.
Cassie threw her head back, the body pleading for relief. It was too much. All common sense was forgotten, the spasms beginning to focus on the lower abdomen and repeated. Oh, God! How was she going to get away from that man? The visions ... Now that Jackie was a dangerously real and close figure, she needs to stop.
-That's right, baby. Shake for me. I want to see you panting in my arms. - He murmured.
His voice was hoarse and hard, rough in her ear. She moaned again at the limit corresponding to the mouth that was now looking for her. When had he just taken off the rest of the clothes, sir? Wasn't he drunk before?
She vaguely heard his hoarse moans, forcing herself to reason. He had talked about her scent. Sara had very patiently tried to teach her something about the customs of her new people since she was mixed-race.
Females' fertile time gave off an unmistakable smell. Pheromone. It was a sexual attraction for male wolves. Her hands tightened against his dazed chest. She was beginning to struggle in a panic against the feeling of weakness that invaded her from feeling the light thrusts.
Rays! She was going to end up getting pregnant that way. The certainty left her shaking and terrified. The vision ... The future could not be changed.
-Philip, no! - she moaned louder.
-It is not good? - he spoke quietly. - Want as much as I do ...-Ah, please ...
She didn't even know what was asking for any more. Her legs stiffened, hearing the guttural roar. Ah! The sensation came aching and daring. Delicate and sweet when feel he deepen in her body. couldn't believe it! What was she going to do? Her legs were pressed together by theirs. Morgan gasped with irregular breathing. Blood ran fast in his veins.
He was totally all inside her. Simply increasing an occupying invasively and relentlessly. And he was able to drive her crazy.
-God! You are too tight. Morgan grunted. - Too tight. All right?
Cassie's eyes widened. Tight? She noticed his excitement as he stopped his movements. He withdrew and slowly entered again. The feeling was much more profound. She was aware of the body that molded herself to him, nestling him in his bowels that were beginning to shudder when she was surprised to experience his fangs in her flesh.
Naturally. They werewolves. She was half wolf. A couple of wolves generally shared blood.
That was her downfall. She was free falling into an abyss. He spilled into her as collapsed over hers, his face in her hair. Only suddenly everything disappeared. She was almost ...
- Mercy, Cassie! Morgan whispered, rolling over onto his side, bringing her to him, finally passing out.
She closed her eyes. She was almost, almost there. Frustration makes her sigh. The entire sensitive body looked like it was about to explode. All nerve endings were rebelling in forceful protest. Had he finally passed out? Just now?
"Not! Not! Not! Did you sleep?"
It was as if a dam was finally breaking. The tension of the past few days. Fear for his safety. Tears begins to flow slowly down your face. The low sobs were contained when pressed my face against him.
Damn lich. Let the wolves go to hell.
That thing wanted the staff. The Pieces of 4. Sorcerers and wolves faced off in a bloody battle. The village was to be invaded. Philip and Faith were in danger. What good were the unfortunate visions if she could not do something to stop them?
Carefully, she slid out of bed. It would still be a few hours before dawn. It was long enough that she could take the staff away and render it useless.
The magic was in her blood. The call was almost compulsory for that forbidden artifact.
There were some ways to disable an old and forbidden object like that.
It was not without reason that the members of the Council feared a mestizo.
The blood of a mestizo was used in ancient forbidden rituals or in rituals that channeled powerful energies for destruction. Kassuim was willing to disable the staff that brought the Pieces of 4
And then, maybe she and Morgan would have a chance together ...