Cursed Wolf

Blake jumped from the bed with a start. An alarm rang at earsplitting volume, piercing the sanctity of his mating bed.

Wyn was on her feet. Slipping on a bathrobe, she disappeared out the door. Blake pulled a sheet from the bed and folded it around his wa!st. He followed Wyn into the living room where she stood staring at the bank of monitors.

“The snow flower has bloomed.”

“We don’t have to do this.”

She turned to him, confusion in her face. He could feel her conflicted emotions. They were also his.

“We can leave now. Go back to Fate Island. Live the rest of our lives.”

“This has to be done.” She said it as if she meant it to come out confidently. Blake could hear the hesitation in her voice. He could feel it in her heart.

“Why?”

“You know why. So she won’t do it to anyone else.” Wyn grabbed her phone.

Blake huffed a sigh, his shoulders slumping. “I know. But I don’t want to lose you. We just found each other.”

The phone rang, and she reached out to him. Wyn squeezed his wrist.

“I know exactly how you feel. Remember? But that means you know how I feel too. It also means I know that if we don’t do this, you will regret it for the rest of your life.”

“You’re right.”

“Bolin, it’s time,” she said into the phone.

Blake walked into the kitchen and began pulling eggs, bacon, and toast out of the refrigerator and cabinets. He set the ingredients on the counter and grabbed a bowl from behind him. When Blake looked back, Wyn’s eyes were big and shining.

“I can’t believe it’s finally time,” she said, clutching her cellphone.

Wyn’s hands were trembling. Blake walked to her and cupped them with his.

“I’m here with you. No matter what. We’re together.”

“I want it to be over,” she said, the tears falling from her eyes.

Blake wrapped his arms around her. Wyn hugged him around the wa!st and shuddered a sob against his ch3st.

He stroked her hair. “We’ve both suffered so much. It’s time for us to finally heal.”

She leaned back, and he cupped her cheek as they looked into each other’s eyes.

“You think it’s possible? You think there’s a happy life ahead of us?”

He ran the backs of his knuckles over her cheek and ki!sed her forehead. “Of course there is,” he said, breathing in her scent. “Now, I’m going to make you breakfast, beautiful lady.”

“While wearing a sheet?” she teased.

“I think it’s a good look for me.” He modeled the bedsheet wrapped around his wa!st.

She rubbed her chin and scrutinized him with sly eyes. “I have to agree.”

He went to the kitchen and began whipping up scrambled eggs, fried bacon, and slipped bread into the toaster.

Wyn took the plates from the cabinet and set them on the counter beside him. As he dished up their food and buttered toast, she slid her fingertips over his shoulder and down his ch3st to his wa!st. She pulled at the sheet. He winked at her, picked up her plate, and handed it to her.

“I’m starving.”

They ate their breakfast at the kitchen counter. Wyn glanced at the monitors over her shoulder, checking the snow flower. The snow queen still hadn’t emerged from her palace to retrieve it.

“I don’t want to see her,” Blake said as he shoveled his breakfast into his mouth.

They had a few more hours left before everything went down. Blake wanted to make them count. He gazed at Wyn. She was wrapped in a thin silk robe, her taut n!pples pressed against the fabric.

She finished her breakfast and pushed it away, resting her forehead in her hand. Blake cupped her shoulder and she smiled at him. He could tell she was nervous.

“I don’t know about you, but I could really use a shower,” he said, sliding his hand under the neck of her robe. It slid down her shoulder, revealing her bre*ast. He stroked her ch3st, sliding the backs of his fingers between her bre*asts and down her belly.

“A shower sounds like a fabulous idea.”

She giggled and grabbed his hand, leading him into the master bathroom. She had a massive standup shower with a rainwater head. It was hot as soon as she turned it on and slipped out of her robe.

Wyn r!pped off his sheet, revealing the throbbing er3ction that sprung from underneath. She gasped and smiled, licking her l!ps. She motioned with her finger for him to follow her, and they walked under the steamy showerhead.

Hot water flowed over his scalp and down his back and shoulders. Wyn wiped her hands up over her face and hair and then grabbed a bottle of body wash. She squirted soap into her hand and started rubbing his ch3st.

Blake’s wolf growled and panted with need. He could feel her dragon, powerful and fiery, teasing and taunting his s*x. She ran her hands down his stomach and gripped his d!ck.

She stroked him with both hands, smiling and staring into his eyes. Blake rumbled deep in his throat. He grabbed a fluffy sponge from the wall and covered it with the same sweet-smelling soap.

“You’re a dirty little girl. You need to get clean.”

He turned her around and pushed her against the wall, pulling her h!ps back towards him. Wyn gasped and looked back at him with a smile. He ran the soapy sponge down her back and between her as*s cheeks. He stroked it over her puvsy and then rinsed her with water.

He then stroked her cl!t and fell to his knees, burying his face in her pvssy. He darted his tongue into her channel. Wyn mewled, tilting her h!ps back toward him. He flicked her cl!t with his fingertips and thrust his tongue into her puvssy.

She pleaded for more. He slid his fingers inside her and stood, grasping her as he thrust into her wet, needy core. Blake slid his hand over her ch3st and tweaked her n!pples.

“Give me your c0ck, Blake,” she whined.

He could feel her dragon rumbling inside her and see her wings and scales r!ppling over her skin. He pressed his c0ck between her as*s cheeks and slid his head down to her entrance. He popped it inside her as he pressed the pad of his thumb to her backdoor.

Blake grasped her throat as he pushed inside. She took his hand with her clawed fingers and bit down on his wrist as he pumped his c0ck into her core. Her tongue slithered over the wound before he pulled his hand away and grasped her h!ps with both hands.Content © provided by NôvelDrama.Org.

Wyn arched her back, clawing at the shower stall as her pvssy pulsed and throbbed around his aching c0ck. The deep rumble of his cl!max squeezed at his test!cles. He roared out his release as it pumped deep inside her.

Blake rested his head against her back as they gasped and slid away from each other. Their juices ran down their legs and into the shower drain. He caught her and k!ssed her, his teeth sharp in his mouth.

“You’re a bitey little dragon, aren’t you?” he growled. “I’ll have to return the favor next time.”

She giggled and slipped away. Blake followed her out of the shower. They toweled off in the warm misty air. Out in the bedroom, he pulled on his last clean clothes.

Blake thought about doing his laundry, and then he thought about the fight that lay ahead of him. Wyn and her team would be moving on the witch in just a few hours. He would be right by her side, come what may.

Wyn turned to face him, her intelligent eyes reading his every thought. Her l!ps were pressed into a hard line, her eyes watering.

They were bound by their mission. She knew it. He knew it too. They had both experienced the ravages of the Snow Queen’s warped sense of justice. No one else could be the victim of her dark magic.

Wyn disappeared into her closet to get dressed while Blake slid into a fresh pair of jeans.

“The laundry room is right next to the guest bathroom.” Wyn poked her head out of the closet and pointed down the hall.

He winked at her. Their mate bond was strong and fierce. It changed everything to have her heart and mind inside him.

Blake took his dirty clothes into the laundry room and dumped them into the washing machine. A few moments later, they were chugging away, getting clean.

He went to the kitchen, made a cup of coffee, and sat down in the living room to watch the snow flower. It still stood there in the snow, fully bloomed. Its blue face pointed toward the sun. Five petals splayed around it like the points of a star.

Blake shivered. The sight of it brought back so many memories. It was hard to see it again after all these years.

The cold, bitter truth stung his heart. He’d failed his mother. He’d failed his brothers. He’d been a cursed beast for almost a hundred years. As much as he wanted to take Wyn and run away from this place, he knew he had to exact his revenge.

She was right. If he didn’t do it, he’d regret it for the rest of his life.

He heard his ringtone from the bedroom. Wyn walked out with his cellphone in her hand.

“You have a call.” She handed him the phone.

He looked at the caller ID.

“Rex,” he answered.

“Blake. Thank god.” He could hear an airport boarding announcement in the background.

“What’s wrong?”

“Where have you been?”

“I’m home.”

“He’s here,” Rex shouted away from the phone.

“What’s going on?”

“We’ve been worried about you. Luna did a fortune telling spell and discovered you were here and needed help.”

“Are you on our parent’s land?”

“Yes. The whole crew. Luna and her coven too.”

Blake’s hand dropped.

“What’s wrong?” Wyn asked.

“My family is here with my sister-in-law and her coven.”

Wyn’s eyes went wide. “My team will be here in a few hours.”

Blake’s heart slammed in his ch3st. This was really happening.

“Rex,” Blake said into the phone. “You need to come to my mate’s house.”