Page 23 of Her Curves, His Fate

“Sorry, Dil, but I think I need to save my newfound magical prowess for my alpha here,” Nora retorted, her gaze fixed on Rafe, who raised an eyebrow suggestively.

“Trust me, sweetheart,” Rafe said, his voice dripping with innuendo. “I can generate plenty of heat all on my own.”

“Can’t wait to feel that warmth again, babe,” Nora whispered as Rafe wrapped an arm around her waist.

“Damn straight,” Rafe growled, pulling her into his embrace.

“Go get a room.” Dil was not impressed with their show of public affection.

“I believe we will.” Rafe grabbed Nora’s hand and pulled her into the back of the bar, shoving her against a wall. “Sorry, couldn’t wait,” he panted, his mouth closing over her bite mark and sucking. “Did you put something in that drink?”

Nora laughed. “As if you need anything to make you horny.”

“True. Must be the fact that you’re carrying my pup.”

“Our child.” Nora corrected him. “We don’t know what we’re having.”

When he didn’t answer, she grabbed his face and made him look at her. “We don’t know what we’re having, do we Rafe?”

Rafe laughed at her expression. “No, baby. I can sense the pup, but I can’t tell if they are a shifter or a witch. It must have something to do with you being a witch. Because I can usually tell with my pack.”

“Good. It’s good for a woman to have secrets from her man.”

That made Rafe growl and he push his hard cock into the softness of her belly. He placed his hands on the wall beside her head, effectively locking her into place. “You do not keep secrets from me, little witch.”

“Okay, big, bag wolf, whatever the large, dominant male says. You know how obedient I am.” She laughed at his expression and tugged his head down. She was anything but obedient. Except maybe in bed. “Now kiss me.”

Her words were swallowed by his kiss, deep and dirty and full of sinful promise.

She melted into him with a moan, her fingers spearing into his hair to angle his head for better access. Her pregnancy had turned up the temperature on her mating heat. It seemed she wanted him twenty-four hours of the day.

“Well. That was something.” Rafe finally drew away, his breathing hard and heavy. Just like his cock.

“Yes, it was. Yes, it is.” Her hand slipped into the waistband of his jeans, finding his dick and squeezing it tightly. Pre-cum dripped from the head and she rubbed it down his shaft, stroking up and down. Her gaze dared him to tell her to stop.

His fangs dropped, warning her. She shivered, knowing the bliss his bite would bring.

Her breath caught at the fire in his eyes, heat flooding her veins. She wet her lips, mesmerized by the intensity of his stare.

Rafe’s gaze dropped to her mouth. He leaned in close enough for her to feel his breath on her lips. “You will pay for this, baby. I won’t stop until I’ve tasted every inch of you.”

A shockwave of need pulsed through her. She gripped his cock harder, jerking it. “Promises, promises.”

His fingers curled around her chin, tilting her face up, even as he flexed into her touch. “I never make promises I don’t intend to keep.”

EPILOUGE

Two years later…

Two years had passed since the birth of their unexpected yet fated twins, a boy, and a girl. Nora’s magic had somehow kept Rafe and the pack’s and the coven’s healers from realizing she was carrying not one but two children. A shifter and a witch. The son, a full-fledged shifter with his father’s piercing eyes, had also inherited his father’s strength and confidence. He was not only a wolf, but a natural born alpha. The girl, with her mother’s dark black hair and unapologetic attitude was a witch.

The twins tumbled across the lawn, a blur of fur and laughter. Rafe watched from the porch; Nora curled into his side.

“Look at them, Nora whispered, leaning into Rafe as watched their children play.

His son bounded after his sister, in full wolf form, snapping playfully. The girl giggled, loving the playful dance between them, her laughter infectious and pure. She shrieked and tumbled, her skirt flying up to reveal chubby legs.

“Careful!” Nora warned, but it was too late. The wolf pup tackled his sister, knocking her down onto the soft grass.