Page 8 of A Deeper Blue
She turned back to her spell and muttered the incantation quickly to get her mind off of Rafe and his very skimpy towel. She had poured a quantity of red and blue powders into her hand—red for magic wielders and blue for Supernaturals—and she blew the two powders off her palm with one sharp breath. A delicate cloud of dust hung over the map, blending in a haze of purple, and then the colors began to separate. The red dust settled first, and she saw in horror that dozens of red dots were all over the map, including several large clusters on the freeway. Behind her, she heard Rafe stumble and crash into the dresser, but she couldn’t take her eyes off the rapidly forming red dots. She looked for the motel on the map, expecting to see a red dot for magic-wielding Rafe and a blue for her. Or possibly a purple for herself, since as Fae and a witch, Azure was both. It took her a moment to locate the motel because she couldn’t find the right dots. There was just one building with two purple dots.
Behind her, she heard an unearthly growl, and swallowing hard, she turned toward Rafe. One entire arm was furry. His claws were clenching and unclenching, leaving grooves in the faux wood of the dresser. His head swung toward her, and his mouth moved in a silent snarl revealing long canines.
“Ohhhhhhh, fuck,” said Azure.
Episode 5
The Motel Room
Azure
Azure stood up, and Rafe’s eyes immediately locked onto her, tracking her movements. The motion was so predatory that the hair on Azure’s arms stood up.
“Need to go,” he said, his voice slurring as his teeth lengthened.
He shoved away from the dresser, lurching toward the door. His feet already looked misshapen, claws forming where his toenails used to be. His hair seemed to spread, thick and coarse along his neck and down onto his shoulders. A dark, mask-like velvet of short hair formed on his face. But strangely, his bright green eyes stayed the same.
“No!” She jumped in front of him, but he kept going, and she back-pedaled, trying to keep the mostly naked wolf-man from running out into the middle of the busy street. No one needed to have the National Enquirer and the FBI parked out in the town square investigating a werewolf running amok.
“Yes,” he snarled.
“No!” She put her hand on his chest, but he took another step forward, and her back slammed into the door. The skin under her hands was hot. Warmer than a human’s. She pushed harder, and her hand slid up his chest. Everywhere her hand touched, skin returned, his wolf pelt retreating.
“No, this is my fault. I can fix this,” babbled Azure, fascinated by the ebb and flow of his fur and the feeling of his chest under her hand. “Just hang on.”
The spell had been meant to reveal those with magic. She hadn’t meant it to literally revealhismagic. Why hadn’t the second sight warned her? This was precisely why she couldn’t rely on it.
“You need to stay inside!” She tried to push against him, but it was like trying to move a brick wall. She found the heat of him distracting. She could feel power buzzing under his skin like a hum of electricity, giving off a subtle and delicious vibration. Her breath came in fast gasps as he got closer and closer. She wasn’t sure if she was excited or scared.
He leaned in, his eyes intensely and inhumanly bright. “Stay?” he growled.
Her second sight sent up warning flares that giving dog-like commands was not going to end well.
“I need you,” she said, trying to find other words. “Here. With me.”
“Need?” he asked, pushing into her until his naked chest was pressed against her. Her heart was pounding against her ribcage, and her nipples were rock hard. His head dipped down, and he licked her neck. Her breath went out of her in one great whoosh and her pussy clenched with a level of desire that she had not previously suspected that she was capable of.
“Need,” he growled again, this time with no question in it. He brought his head up and kissed her. Just like in the bar, there was no need for awkward head tilting or readjusting, no unfortunate amount of saliva. Instead, there was heat and taste and his tongue pressing into her. Some part of her thought that she ought to stop him. He wasn’t himself. It was unfair to take advantage of him.
He put both hands on her hips, picked her up, and threw her on the bed.
Another part of her was in severe doubt that shecouldstop him.
He brushed their bags off the bed and disposed of his towel in one swift move.
“Oh, Jesus crackers,” swore Azure, looking at his cock. It was massive, and damn if she didn’t want it.
He grabbed her, pinned her down with one hand, and unbuttoned her jeans with the other. Then he seized her pants by the ankles and yanked straight upward, upending her on the bed. She gave a little shriek and rolled to all fours, freeing herself from her pants. He pulled her back to him, and she could feel his weapon of mass erection pressing against her ass. She moaned and rubbed at it as he licked and nibbled her neck and ears. One hand was working her shirt up, and the other was pressed between her thighs, keeping her glued tight to his rock-hard dick and rubbing at her clit through her panties. She realized that his arms were now back to being human-shaped. So, at least she was keeping him from wolfing out?
He pulled her shirt up, and she submitted, raising her arms so that it would go over her head. But as he yanked up with one hand, she heard a strong rip. And when she looked down, she realized he’d used a claw to cut through one side of her underwear. She gave a little gasp of outrage as he made a second slice and then yanked the bamboo fabric off her body.
Rafe pushed her forward, and she realized what was coming next.
“Not the bra! Not the bra!” she yelped, diving for the bed. She only had two. She couldn’t afford to lose one.
He crashed down on top of her and rolled her over, tugging at the strap.
“Off,” he ordered, nipping at her breasts through the cups.
