Wolf Mountain Peak Complete Series, page 78
part #1 of Wolf Mountain Peak Series
“Always the tease…” she moaned, squeezing her eyes shut, as his lips landed on her shoulder. Kate dropped her arm, surrendering to him, as he savored the sensation of her supple breasts in his hands. The hardness of her nipples provoked him. For a moment, he considered flipping her around, so that he could give them the attention they deserved. Still, he would not do so. His mate’s lustful groans had filled his bedroom, as she flexed the muscles on her ass cheeks, squeezing his length between them. Kate rested her head on his left shoulder, as he pressed his thumbs onto her nipples. Dean squeezed her right breast one last time, and then released it, eager to stimulate her more. Slowly, he glided his hand down her stomach, as he kissed the skin under her hairline. Her body tightened, as the tip on his middle finger made contact with her clit. But, Dean was not willing to halt it there. Instead, he let his hand wander further down, as he held onto her breast.
“Oh, my God!” groaned Kate, arching her body forward, her ample juices drenching his fingers, as he felt the soft flesh of her pussy on his skin. A massive wave of arousal washed over him, as he discovered that she had not lied to him. His mate was soaking wet. Her moisture was oozing out of her, reaching as far as her inner thigh. Of course, he had no idea if he was solely responsible, but there was no way that he was going to ask. Filled with an uncontrollable urge to taste her, he attempted to lift his hand up to his mouth. Before he knew it however, she grabbed it in midair, and led it back down to her pussy.
“Inside me,” she whimpered, her chest heaving, as she swiped her tongue up his neck. “I want your fingers inside me: now.”
“Yes,” he grunted, kissing her cheekbone, as he spread her pussy lips, using his index and middle finger. Kate’s mouth opened wide, as he lightly pinched her nipple. Dean rubbed his thumb against her clit, as he let go of the lips of her womanhood. Her hand shot up to grip the back of his neck, as his fingers began stretching her inner walls. Second by second, her wetness encircled him, pulling him into the world of her ecstasy, in a sensual trip he wished never ended. Kate sank her long fingernails into his flesh, as he pushed his fingers all the way in her. Pressing her breast to the side, he ran his tongue up the side of her neck, as her gentle bite on his jawline sent sparks of electric currents down his spine. Much to his surprise, she didn’t let go of him. Instead, she kept pressing her hand onto his hand, as if she meant to control the pace. She was writhing in his tight embrace, moaning inches away from his ear, as he drove his fingers into her, edging her closer and closer to an explosion of erotic delirium. Snaking his tongue out of her mouth, he swiped the tip over her ear, as he pushed her breast upwards.
“Dean!” Kate cried out, gripping his hand and his head tighter, as her body swayed back and forth. He could feel every vein around his cock bulging, relishing the sweet trap of her butt cheeks. Squeezing her breast, he moved his lips down, as her lustful moans resounded through the walls of his cabin. She stretched with ecstasy, shuddering in his arms, as her powerful orgasm had her writhing in pure, unadulterated pleasure. Dean laid a tentative kiss on her shoulder, caressing the tender flesh of her breast, as Kate struggled to control her breath.
“God, that felt amazing,” she gasped, her eyes glinting with bliss, as she knitted her fingers through his hair.
“An amazing woman deserves amazing treatment,” he whispered, trailing short kisses along her jawline.
“Oh, baby…” Kate purred, rolling her eyelids shut, as he brushed his lips against hers. Dean was dying for release; yet, he could not resist the temptation of her kiss. It was a magical feeling, one that surrounded his entire being with all the tenderness and the love that he needed. His Siren was living up to her name, enchanting him as if he were a sailor in a Greek myth, luring him to her; but, unlike those poor souls, she would never do anything to hurt him.
“Don’t keep me waiting anymore,” she whispered in his mouth, as she released his head. Moving her legs apart, she bent over, offering him a fantastic view of her ass as she put her hands down on the bed. He wrapped his fingers around the base of his shaft, a low grunt escaping him as he stared down at her butt cheeks. His swollen cockhead rubbed against her clit just before he slid his cock into her womanhood. He tipped his head back, hissing, as her juices mixed with his. Reaching down, he grabbed her by the hip as he pushed into her, parting her wet folds.
“Yeah, baby…” Kate moaned, her voice dripping with desire as she looked up at him over her shoulder. “Give it to me.”
Silken wetness surrounded his every inch, as he went deeper and deeper into her. Filling her up, he felt her moisture on his balls. Dean placed his other hand on her ass cheek, while she returned her gaze to the bed board in front of her. One more of her loud, sexy groans served as his reward as he dug his short fingernails into her flesh. He spread her ass, giving her a chance to feel him even deeper, as he bucked into her. Dean grunted louder, letting his gaze roam up her body. Kate’s back was wonderfully arched; a few, tiny drops of sweat had formed along her spine. Seeing her like that, hearing the sounds of her arousal and her pleasure, was a temptation on its own. He was losing himself in the moment, squeezing her ass cheek, thrusting deep and hard inside her. Kate threw her head back, her hair cascading behind her, as the sound of his balls slapping up against her filled the room. The sight of her mouth, quivering in the air, gave him an idea. Dean bent towards her, feeling her juices reaching the base of his shaft. He let go of her ass, and then curled his arm around her neck, as his chin made contact with the tender skin of her shoulder.
“I love pounding you from behind,” he whispered in her ear as he slid his free hand up her side.
“I love it, too, baby. God, you’re so deep,” she groaned, biting her lower lip, as his lips once more tantalized her earlobe. Dean felt the underside of her breast, brushing his index finger, as it bounced up and down. Without much thought, he moved his hand further up, and pulled her earlobe into his mouth. He plowed faster into her, the tip of his tongue teasing her sensitive area, as she gripped the sheets harder. Waves of liquid heat washed over the length of his cock, as her second orgasm shot through her, leaving her body trembling beneath him. Feeling his leg muscles flex uncontrollably, Dean pulled out, just before his own juices spewed out of the tiny hole on his cockhead. Gasping for breath, Kate sat up, and then flipped around, surprising him even further with her energy. She threw her arms around his shoulders, as their eyes met. His mate pulled him closer, but the exhausted Dean could not stay balanced. They tumbled into bed, as a blissful smile burst upon her lips.
“I love you,” she whispered, splaying her fingers over his shoulder blades. “You are my “everything”, Dean Bradford.”
“I love you, too,” he breathed, planting a quick kiss on her lips. “I’m sorry if I…”
“Shhhhhh…” Kate hissed, as her smile widened to a grin. “It’s ok. I loved it.”
The precious look in her eyes forced him to think twice about addressing her again. Instead, Dean covered her mouth with his, as he rolled onto his side. Her intoxicating kiss would be the ideal conclusion to this night, a night that had rocked her world, as much as it had his. He couldn’t put his happiness into words. His dearest Kate was on her way to stardom: but, even if she became the biggest star in the music industry, the warmth in her eyes screamed at him that she would always, always be his mate.
Chapter Eight
Predictably, Dean was late for work the following morning. Still, he didn’t rush himself as he glanced up at the clock in his bedroom. The brothers had an understanding with one another. Although they were swamped with work, neither Raul nor Ray was going to reprimand him for being thirty minutes late. Most likely, they both knew that Kate was about to be given the opportunity of a lifetime, one that she had already rejected in the past. They wouldn’t tell him off, but they would do something that amused them much more than complaining to him: tease him. Ray’s innuendos, sexual or not, would drive him crazy until the end of the working day, and sadly, he would not stop there. He would go on for weeks. As much as it annoyed him, however, Dean was not going to yell at him for being a pain as he usually did. Why? Because: he was much too happy to do so. His mate would be starting a career in singing. He could handle a few ribald remarks by his brothers.
Bright sunlight greeted him, as he left his cabin behind him. Monica was outside, basking in the sun, as she pushed baby Helena’s stroller around the yard.
“Good morning,” he said with a grin, as he tipped his head down in a polite manner. “How are you guys doing today?”
“Look who it is, sweetheart. It is Uncle Dean,” Monica made her voice sound sweeter, as she looked down at her daughter. “What do you say we…”
Raul’s mate didn’t have time to finish her sentence. The sound of shattering glass forced her to tear her gaze away from her child. Dean whipped his head to the left, only to discover that the noise had come from Helena’s cabin. The glass on her kitchen window was almost completely gone. A few, jagged edges on the bottom remained. The witch was lying on the ground, among hundreds of tiny shards, with a larger chunk of glass a few feet behind her head.
“Shit!” Dean cried out as he exploded towards her, his adrenaline shooting into the ozone layer. Helena was utterly still, with her arms close to her body, palms facing up. He spotted a deep cut across her forehead, and one more along her left cheek, as his hurried footsteps closed the distance between them. Just when he sped past the workshop, both Raul and Ray ran out of their workplace. Her shut eyes sent his heart into a downward spiral, as his brothers followed behind him. Dean fell to his knees beside her, staring at her lifeless face. A wave of relief washed over him, as his ears picked up her heartbeat. Reaching down, he pushed a few strands of her hair back from her face, as a small drop of blood dripped down her cheek.
“Helena! Helena, can you hear me?” He spoke too fast, unable to keep his panic out of his voice. “Wake up!”
“What the hell happened?” Raul wondered, halting on her left side. “What was it, a gas leak?”
“I don’t think so,” Dean disagreed, gently slapping her on the face. “Her kitchen would be on fire. Her clothes would have been burnt. Come on, Helena!” He urged, raising his tone. At that, the witch parted her lips. Her fingertips nudged his thigh, as she slowly lifted her hand up. Dean took it in his own palm, as her eyelids rolled up. Before anybody could say anything however, Helena opened her eyes wide, as her face contorted with an expression of shock and disbelief. She blinked hard once, and then gazed around her, as her lips began to quiver.
“Talk to us, Helena,” Dean assumed a calmer tone, watching, as tears pooled in her eyes.
“I…” she whispered, swallowing hard, as she squeezed his palm. “I can’t see.”
“What?” Raul asked, his face hardening, as he sat down on his knees.
“I can’t see!” Helena squealed, shifting her gaze to Raul, and then back at Dean, as a tear streamed down her face.
“Ok, ok, please calm down,” He requested, struggling to hide the fear that had swept through him. “What happened? Do you remember?”
“I-I was…” She stuttered, as he gently pulled her up. “I was trying to look into Kate’s future. I saw her in an office, signing a piece of paper, when…” She paused, and sucked in a deep breath. “My orb exploded. I can’t see you, my boys,” her voice cracked, as she pulled her hand out of Dean’s grasp. “I can’t see you,” she added, reaching up to cup his face.
“No…” he gasped, thrusting both of his arms up to his head as he gazed down into her hollow eyes. “This can’t be true.”
“How…?” Raul uttered, his breath heavy, as he shook his head sideways. “How could this have happened? Is it even possible?”
Dean’s heart pounded harder against his chest upon hearing his brother’s questions. Still, in a few seconds, it became clear to all of them that they would not find an answer. Helena tipped her head down, closing her eyes, as more tears streamed down her face. Her gentle weep broke his heart. The almighty witch of Paxton, the maternal figure that had been standing by them throughout their turmoil had been struck down. Dean dragged his gaze away from her, as he sank into despair. He couldn’t stand the sight of the once proud witch, crying hard over her misfortune. Just as he did though, he sensed a light touch on his shoulder, pushing him to the side. It was Kate. Immediately, he scooted over to the left, as his mate seated herself beside her friend. Leaning in, she snaked her arms around her back, and held her near, as Helena’s quiet tears turned into loud sobs.
“Shhhhhh…” Kate hissed, holding her in a tight embrace. “It’s all going to be alright, honey. We’ll get through this,”
“They don’t know, Kate,” Helena sniffled, as her body shook. “They don’t know anything.”
“I’ll talk to them,” Kate assured with a sigh.
“Guys, do not move her,” Monica commanded, as she joined them. “I just called 911. An ambulance is on its way.”
Chapter Nine
Within minutes, Helena was rushed to Shandaken hospital. Concerned about her health, the family followed the ambulance. Still in shock, Dean was unable to stop reliving every dreadful second of the event that had deprived their beloved witch of one of the greatest gifts: her eyesight. He couldn’t fathom the fact that Helena was in so much suffering that she literally collapsed in front of her loved ones. The powerful protector of Paxton did not at all resemble the woman she used to be. In her stead was somebody broken, who didn’t have the heart to speak to her family. In his agony, Dean understood there was something amiss here. Helena had ever been a brave soul, a fighter who had already risked her life too many times in the past, and would gladly do it again. Her courage defined her. It had made her the legend she was. Why would she lose her spirit, over something that could well be temporary? There had to be a deeper reason, one of which neither he, nor his siblings were aware.
The family gathered together in the waiting room while Helena was examined by an ophthalmologist. The tension was so thick one could cut it with a knife. The brothers were pacing up and down the hall, whereas Monica and Melissa had seated themselves on the plastic chairs.
“Kate…” Raul’s baritone tore the silence, as he curled his index finger towards his brother’s mate. “Helena said something like ‘they don’t know’, back in the yard. What did she mean by that?”
“You might want to sit down for this,” Kate advised, pursing her lips.
“Thanks, but I’d rather stand,” Raul stated. “I’m waiting.”
“Look…” Kate paused, as she took a few glances around her. Luckily for them, there were no outsiders in the waiting room. “This is not the time, or the place, ok? Let’s just wait until we hear from the doctors.”
“Tell us, Kate,” Dean spoke, his voice firm, as he stepped ahead of his brother.
“Ok,” She drew in a sharp breath, settling her gaze on him. “Helena needs her eyesight for almost everything she does. Spells, hexes, you name it. Magic is primarily an exercise of the mind. The eyes perceive, feed the image to the brain, and the brain does the rest. The more the exercise, the stronger the witch becomes. If she can’t see anything, she can’t practice magic.”
“Oh, my God,” a sigh of despair left Dean, as he banged his palm against his forehead.
“I’m sorry, Dean, but it gets worse,” Kate pointed out, her voice almost bass-deep, as she leaned closer to him. “You know she uses magic to stay young. To do that, she needs to read those spells herself. I can’t do it for her. Without the ability to read, she…” She faltered, clenching her jaw. “She’ll be dead in weeks: a month at most.”
“Not if we can help it,” Monica interjected, her voice steady, as she jumped from her seat. “We can use Braille. It’s a form of engraved writing, specially designed for the blind. It will take her a while to learn how to read it, but she’s smart. She’ll do it. Let’s just hope we don’t have to resort to that.”
“Phew…” Raul sighed in relief, as he tilted his head down.
“That’s why she started crying?” Dean asked, his surprise sending his voice up an octave, as he furrowed his brow. “Because she thought she wouldn’t be able to read those spells?”
“I’m not a mind reader, but I think so, yeah,” Kate replied, nodding at the same time. “I didn’t have a clue about that Braille thing. I doubt she knew anything about it, either.”
“That sounds great, but we still don’t know what caused her orb to blow up like that,” Raul said, his voice filled with confusion, as he raised his gaze to meet Kate’s.
“Magic,” Kate’s response came fast, sending slivers of fear slicing through her mate. “Someone else’s magic. It can’t be anything else.”
“How can you be so sure?” Raul inquired, his tone of voice growing louder as he leaned over towards her.
“Because orbs are nothing more than just clear, spherical glass,” Kate grumbled, casting a fierce glare up at him. “It’s enchanted, but they’re made out of pure glass. They don’t…” she paused; “…spontaneously combust. Somebody wanted her to stop using it,”
“So, we’re dealing with a witch,” Dean concluded, dropping his gaze from her, as he ran his hand through his hair.
“Or a wizard,” Kate added, shrugging her shoulders. “Whichever it is, they’re powerful, maybe even stronger than Helena. She uses a protection spell for all of her stuff, including that ball. Somehow, they were able to break it.”
