Besides, she did have to admit to some curiosity about Clarabelle and her shifter husband. Upon seeing her, Sophia realized she’d seen her around and usually in the company of her superiors. Apparently, Clarabelle had retained some sort of status in the coven even though she went against custom and married outside their ranks.
Dracin led the way, his fierce scowl along with his formidable size making people on the sidewalk give them a wide berth. Bemused, Sophia walked with them to a greasy spoon down the street.
Their conversation over an obscene amount of food, most of which Clarabelle ate under Dracin’s doting eye, proved more than interesting and answered a lot of questions. Sophia’s eyes got wider and at one part, she even giggled. Oh, I wonder what Aidan will think of that. Their talk did assuage a lot of Sophia’s trepidations, especially knowing she would still be part of the coven, just moved to a special section reserved for those who true mated with special others like shifters and whatnot.
As they exited the diner, Aidan was coming up the street. Sophia couldn’t help the smile that beamed forth. She was so happy was she to see him, she ran to him, her heart bursting with love when he returned her happy grin and opened his arms wide. He was big, bad-boy putty for a little, round witch. Sappy but true, and she wouldn’t change it.
“So, what happened?” she asked after he finished planting a whopper of a kiss on her lips, one which made a different set of lips tremble.
“We chose a new alpha.”
“That was quick,” said Dracin, who’d come up behind them with Clarabelle.
“Jason had been pissing the pack off for a while. Problem was the other alphas in the pack didn’t want to step in.”
“Took the job, did you?” Dracin laughed.
Sophia gaped up at Aidan. He was an alpha?
“Nope. I made my brother, who arrived late as usual, take the job. I’ve got a feeling being mated with a witch is going to keep me plenty busy.”
“You’ve got that right,” chimed in Clarabelle with a tinkling laugh. “Well, now that everything is settled, it’s time for us to leave. Don’t worry; we’ll visit again soon. I’m sure you have a ton more questions, and it’s nice to be able to talk to another witch with a shifter of her own. I’d like to do a survey on sizes.”
“Belle,” growled Dracin, a forbidding look on his face.
“What’s wrong with talking about truck sizes?” asked Clarabelle, her innocent look marred by the naughty twinkle in her eye. She turned to Sophia and slipped her a piece of paper. “If you need anything, call me.”
“I will,” said Sophia. They exchanged goodbyes and watched the other couple walk to a truck that could have been the twin of Aidan’s. Another boy with his toy. Funny, she’d have to revise her assumption that only guys with little dicks bought them, because she now knew first-hand that little did not apply in his case.
“Let’s go home,” he said, slinging an arm around her shoulders.
Sophia liked the sound of that. And to make the trip back more interesting, she tested his skills of concentration-in other words how well he could drive while she gave him a hand job.
She kept expecting him to pull over and have his way with her, but with steely jawed determination he got them to the cabin.
Only once they got inside did she realize that something was amiss. Of course the fact he yanked her down on his lap-facedown-and yanked down her pants to give her a firm whack was a pretty good clue.
“Ow!” she yelped. “What did you do that for?”
“That was for not listening and coming to find me.” His hand came down again on her ass with a resounding thwack, which burnt but also to her surprise made her pussy clench and dampen. “That one was for scaring the hell out of me barging into a room of shifters like that. Do you have any idea how many years I lost off my life? And this,” he said as he slapped her lightly on her red ass and then slid his hand between her fiery cheeks to stroke her, a move she agreed with by moaning, “is for being so goddamn brave and lovable.”
As quickly as she’d found herself over his knee, she found herself astride him, his cock sheathed inside her ready channel. He placed his hands around her waist, dictating the rhythm which buried his prick deep into her while somehow making her clit rub against him, pleasurably so.
Sophia looked him in the eye, those blazing orbs that shone with such emotion, she had to reply. “I love you too.”
At her words, he wrapped his arms around her to hug her tight, and she buried her face in his neck. She was overcome, for through their link she could sense everything he felt: fear, relief, and a love so powerful, he’d die for her.
I love you, Aidan, she projected to him their mental connection. And, no matter what, we’ll be together, forever.
Wrapped tight, they still moved together in an erotic pattern, their bodies melded, his rod still pumping her wet sex. At the brink of orgasm, enough of her witchy side came out that she had to say. “And this is for treating me like a girl.” She bit down hard on the soft skin at the base of his neck, then sucked it.
With a bellow, he reared up under her, his cock plowing deep as he shot his cream in hot spurts inside her. It was enough to send Sophia over the edge with screams of her own pleasure.
A pleasure they repeated over and over as they tried to outdo each other with sexual antics, attempting to prove who loved the other the most. It ended in a blissful, exhausted draw.
Epilogue
Sophia knew she was pregnant within hours of making love. It was kind of hard to miss because her magic disappeared as if sucked into a dark hole. Aidan found her in the bathroom sniffling and laughing.
“Sweetheart, what’s wrong?” He dropped to his knees beside her where she sat on the tile floor.
She said it bluntly. “I’m pregnant.”
“Are you sure?”
Sophia answered with a dark look.
“Oh, yeah, I guess your magic disappeared. It’s all right, though. It’ll only be for a few months. I promise to take very good care of you.” The jerk looked so smugly happy, she wanted to hit him. Although she’d expected this for a while given how often they made love daily.
“I know you will,” she said as she smiled while leaning over to kiss him. “I didn’t mean to cry. I just didn’t expect it to be so sudden. Can you believe we’re going to be parents?”
“I can’t wait. I’ll teach the little pup all kinds of stuff.”
Sophia smiled impishly. “Oh, about the pup thing. Remember that talk I had with Clarabelle at the diner? Well, there’s one thing that the books don’t tell about shifter and witch babies.”
“What?” Aidan’s face creased in concern.
“We’ll need to fireproof the house, because it’s not a pup we’ll be having, darling, but a dragon. As it turns out, true mate bonds between shifters and witches is where dragons come from. How cool is that?”
Apparently, she’d find out his thoughts on the matter later. Her husband had blanched and passed out cold. Sophia giggled. Personally, she liked the fact their child would have not only its daddy’s shifting abilities, but also magic like its mother.
Waking him up in the only pleasurable way she could think of-naked, of course-she smiled. Life was absolutely perfect. She loved Aidan more and more as she grew to know him, and the love he showered her with in return made all her previous trepidations seem so foolish.