Cursed

The Order of the Wolf - 1

Angela Addams

Dedication

Being published at Samhain was on my writer’s bucket list of goals and there’s no way it would have happened without a few very important folks. My writerly pals in the OWG, “Rebels” who not only believed in me, but kicked my ass in crits and told me to suck it up when I needed reminding. Tammy Crosby and Dianne Waye, two wonderful friends and beta readers who read this manuscript, ripped it apart and then told me how much they loved it. James Thorn, who tolerated all of my stupid questions and gave me insight into the workings of stage equipment and rock stars. Dani Wegner, a.k.a. Superwoman, who created a series bible for me, something I desperately needed for the story to keep unfolding in a logical way. My husband and kids who put up with the insanity that comes with writing. And finally, the woman who made this dream come true, Holly Atkinson, my editor, who told me I have a unique voice and made me blush.

Chapter One

Raven stood in the dark recess of stage left, his eyes closed as he reveled in those few moments after the opening band walked off the stage and the crowd was waiting for him. A snapshot in time when the lights were down, the crowd pumped, wanting, craving that first riff to wash over them. It was electrical, a pulse that raised the goose bumps on his arms, had his heart hammering, his breath quick. It was a rush that almost—almost—made him hard.

He opened his eyes as Mayhem brushed past him. Mayhem, front man, pack alpha, and all round kick ass male. “Ready for this?” he asked, his face alight with the same thrill Raven knew so well.

Raven gripped the neck of his bass and bared his teeth. “Hell yeah, brother!” And with one swipe of his fingers, he let the riff soar.

And the crowd went fucking nuts.

The party, it seemed, was in Mayhem’s suite. Penthouse accommodations for the alpha and his bevy of fangirls. Something Raven could definitely appreciate. He liked variety. And being the bassist of one of the hottest rock bands in the country ensured he had a lot of variety when it came to women. A different girl every night. Epic sex marathons. Perfect.

“Hey, there’s Raven!” Dave, the band’s manager, gave him a hardy slap on the back and shoved a beer in his face at the same time.

“Thanks, man.” Raven gripped the frosty bottle and took a swig.

“Got a lot of great potential tonight, friend. Hot pussy in abundance. Tons to choose from.”

And choose he could. That was one reality about being a rock-star—the women were plentiful.

Was it meaningless sex? Hell yes, and that was just the way Raven liked it. He made no secret about his intentions—any women he took to bed knew perfectly well what it meant. Some fucking fun with no strings attached. Besides, they had to be out of his bed and out of his sight by daybreak. That was when his wolf came out to play—a fact he wasn’t inclined to share with his latest fling.

Raven scanned the crowd, noting the usual groupies, many of whom he’d had special relations with. That was another one of his rules: no repeats…it only complicated things. One-night stands were the only way to go, so the object of his attention didn’t get the wrong idea. Not that he was a jerk or anything, but sometimes the fans came with a few misplaced notions of what a rock-star was looking for. True love? Yeah, so not interested in that bullshit.

He took another swig of his beer, ready to meander through the rest of the suite when his gaze landed on her. Her. Raven was never one for preferences—hair, eye color, whatever, he didn’t discriminate, but she came with dark chocolate hair, a pixie cut, sweeping across her face, almost covering one eye as it came to a point at her chin. A hipster, maybe, but with her mocha eyes and full tantalizing lips he didn’t really give a fuck, and neither did his cock. She was watching him right back, an expression of challenge on her face. He swept his gaze down, over her delicious curves, and got hard. Instantly. Yep. She was the one.

He nudged Dave. “Hey, you seen that girl before?”

Before Dave could utter a peep, she was striding toward them, her stare unwavering, locked on him as she swayed her hips. If possible, his dick got harder and she was only walking. He couldn’t help but wonder what else her body could do to him.

“You’re Raven right? The bassist?” Her voice was raspy in a sexy way, made him want to hear her moan his name.

“Yeah, that’s me.” He gave one of his signature smiles, the kind he knew made the fans melt. “And you are?”

“Darcy, sugar.” She returned his smile with a breathtaking one of her own, her little pink tongue darting out to run along her top lip. “I’ve been looking for you.”

Chapter Two

Okay, so, step one was complete. Snag Raven Glock, bassist for Riot. Check. Simple really—the man was a sucker for a beautiful woman. She’d put a lot of effort into her appearance: make-up, tight low cut tank top, skinny jeans, all in an attempt to catch the eye of the one man she was after. A rock-star with the reputation for a night of hot and heavy. No strings attached, whether you liked it or not.

“You’ve been lookin’ for me, huh?” His gaze travelled down the length of her body once again, a look so scorching hot she almost forgot her mandate.

Step two: get him alone.

“Why don’t we go somewhere more private then, sweets?” He snapped his gaze back to meet hers.

Step two: check. This was going to be easy.

She leaned in, her breasts brushing against his chest, her lips right next to his ear. “I was hoping—really, really hoping—you’d say that.”

When she made to step back, he laid a hand on her hip and held her in place, moving his body closer so she could feel his intentions in the stiff bulge in his pants. Her nipples hardened, and her pussy ached, growing so wet she was sure her panties would be soaked in a matter of seconds. Shit. Step three: have sex with the man…this was so not going to be a problem.

“We could go back to my room, if you like,” he said.

She gulped and nodded, stunned by his sexual magnetism. She was supposed to be the seductress here, but she was quickly realizing just how good Raven Glock really was. There was something about him, something wild—it excited her immensely and she was very eager to discover what it was.

“Let’s go then, sweets.” He released her hip and spun her toward the door. “Just a short trip down to the next floor.”

With a hand on the small of her back, he guided her to the elevator, his simple touch sending jolts of lust through her entire body. Yep, this one was going to be a pleasure for a variety of reasons. She loved jobs like these—it made the nasty bits a little more bearable.

The elevator doors opened as if on cue. As partiers spilled out, Raven pushed her in. He didn’t bother waiting for the doors to close before he had her against the wall, his rock hard cock digging into her ass, his hands sliding up her sides as he nuzzled her neck and sent shivers down her spine.

“Mmm, you taste like candy.” He brought his hands up to her breasts, cupping, squeezing before flicking her hardened nipples through her tank.

Darcy pushed back against his body, rolling her head to the side as she closed her eyes and reveled in her burning lust. His body was all muscle. She could feel his strength against her, his bulging arms caging her as he continued to play with her breasts and grind his cock against her ass. She was a tall woman herself and often avoided wearing heels so she wouldn’t tower over men, but Raven was at least a half-foot taller, one huge hulk of a man. She liked that too. It made him a worthy conquest, a prized notch on her belt.

When the doors binged open, he pulled away, leaving one hand at her hip to direct her around and out, down the hallway to the middle of three doors. The sub-penthouse suites. Very nice. Most rock-stars she’d met didn’t have the income to shell out extravagance but Riot wasn’t any old rock band. They’d made a stunning comeback about nine months ago, blowing the competition away and had been topping the rock charts since.

Darcy shuddered with anticipation as Raven opened the door to his suite and motioned for her to enter. She scanned the room. Much like a condo, it came equipped with a kitchenette, dining area, bar, and beyond another door, a huge ass mahogany bed, which was covered with the lushest of bedding. Very swank.

She glanced over her shoulder, startled by the predatory hunger she saw shining back at her. His pupils were dark, almost black. Dangerous. She shivered—it would be a whole lotta fun to play some cat and mouse with the man. “Nice little place you’ve got here,” she purred, reining in her desire to bolt. She didn’t think Raven was the kind of man used to chasing any woman, even in the name of fun.

She turned, walked to him, and sidling up close, pressed as much of her body against him as she could. Her flesh ached, craving his touch, and she felt a stab of disappointment when he left his hands at his sides, his gaze never leaving hers.

She draped her arm over his shoulder and stretched up to brush her mouth against his. The cool metal of the curved barbell lip ring marking the side of his bottom lip made her shiver again. Such a bad, bad boy.

She darted out her tongue to tease the ring as she rested her other palm against his chest. “Mmm, you taste like my kind of man.”

Finally, he raised a hand to the curve of her waist. “We need to get you out of these clothes.” His voice was rough, his words strained like he was reeling in his lust.

“Mmm, yes, you’re right. We do.” She kissed him, slow and deep, her tongue probing his mouth. Her fingers slid from his chest to his jeans and briefly crossed over his erection before unlatching his button and tugging at his zipper.

He put his hand on hers and stopped her. “Not here.” He growled as he slipped his palms over her ass and lifted her up, forcing her to straddle his hips as he easily walked toward the bedroom.

Darcy chuckled. “I never took you for a bed kind of guy.”

“For the first time, yeah, we’re gonna start on the bed.” He kissed her then, his tongue tangling with hers, his fingers clenching her ass, kneading her flesh as he moved them to his bed.

She shivered. For the first time, hell yes. Even though she only technically needed him once, she was going to enjoy this, make it last all night.

She smiled against his lips as he lowered her onto the plush duvet and climbed up so he was hovering over her. He ran his hand over her stomach and squeezed each breast before pulling back to rest on his knees. “Clothes off, now,” Raven commanded.

He tore his shirt over his head and tossed it onto the floor, then somehow managed to get his jeans and boots off as quickly. She stared at his body hungrily. Defined abs, muscles on muscles, the man was built like a brick house. A tribal tattoo started at his collarbone and snaked down to his elbow, dark and intricate. His nipples were pierced with two crossed barbells. She lowered her gaze to his waist then farther down, and his cock—oh lord. His cock was pierced as well, hard and impressive. She ached to taste him there.

Her smile grew as she slowly trailed her gaze up, stunned by the look of pure lust shining back at her once she got to his eyes. She wondered if that was how she looked to him, ’cause she felt just as hungry as he looked.

“I said take your fucking clothes off, girl. You want me? I’m right fucking here.” He reached down and gripped his cock in one massive hand, then stroked up the shaft to encircle his head. “Waiting for you.”

Normally she would balk at such a command, but Raven played the alpha role perfectly—the thought of him taking possession of her made her soak her panties even more, if that was possible.

She pushed herself up and slowly pulled her tank over her torso, teased as she let her lace-covered breasts pop out slowly before whipping the fabric over her head. His growl of approval had her nipples hard and aching all over again, begging for a suckling. She clenched her breasts, bringing her fingers together over her nipples with a low moan.

He was stroking his cock again, watching her, his eyes hooded. “You are a sexy little kitten, aren’t you, sweets? You’re gonna ride my dick good.”

Darcy nodded, barely containing her excitement as she watched him stroke that giant cock of his, imagining the pleasure of fucking him and then fucking him again. She unbuttoned her jeans, shimmied out of them, and kicked them over the side of the bed once her legs were free.

Raven groaned as he released his cock and moved forward, forcing her back until she was propped up on her elbows. He leaned in and captured her bottom lip with his, nibbling lightly before pushing his tongue deep into her mouth and stroking her into a frenzy. Lord, the man could kiss.

While he continued to explore her mouth, he ran his hand between her legs, spreading her thighs as he trailed his fingers along the inside of her sensitive flesh.

He pulled away just as his fingers touched her wet panties, a slow smile spreading across his face. “Mmm, sweets, that’s what I like to feel.”

Instead of pushing her panties out of the way like she expected, he hooked a finger and thumb on either side and yanked the lace up, pulling it between her pussy lips to abrade her clit. The friction made her gasp, the pleasure enough to make her sopping wet.

“Ohh,” she cooed as she arched her back and rocked her hips. “That feels good.”

Raven chuckled softly. “We’re just getting started, sweets.” He released her panties and dipped his fingers underneath, rubbing along her wet slit for the briefest moment, pulling another moan from her as he did.

He slid his fingers out of her panties and offered them to her. She sucked one then another into her mouth, loving the taste of her own desire.

“Now, it’s my turn to taste you.” He lowered his lips to her breasts, his fingers slipping behind her back to unhook her bra. Her breasts popped free a second later and he pushed the lace aside, quickly latching and rolling one jutted nipple between his lips. “Mmm.”

She arched into him as he tugged her nipple deeper into his warm, wet mouth, flicking her to the point of madness. He slipped his fingers back into her panties and rubbed over her clit and along her slit, dipping between her lips teasingly before repeating the cycle all over again.

She was bucking before long, desperate for his fingers, his tongue, his fucking cock—anything—to penetrate her.

“Please, Raven,” she moaned, as she reached down to grip his dick, her fingers finding his piercing and giving a little flick of her own.

Raven groaned as she encircled his cock and gave one long stroke down. He pulled himself out of her grasp and moved between her legs, his big shoulders forcing her thighs open wider to accommodate his bulk.

This man, this wild man, was between her thighs, staring at her with such lust her pussy clenched in excited anticipation. He smiled wickedly as he hooked his fingers under the thin elastic of her panties and pulled them away, leaning down to take the lace into his mouth and then—oh—and then with a snap the elastic broke, like he’d used his teeth to bite through it. He did the same on the other side and she had to wonder what kind of teeth the man had to bust through fabric.

He tossed the scraps aside then sat back and stared, like he was appraising her, his smile fading as he grew serious. She squirmed, tempted to cover herself and hide from his hungry eyes. He ran his fingers through his spiky, short Mohawk then along his neck.

“That is just…” He snapped his eyes up to meet hers. “That is one of the sexiest little cunts I’ve ever seen.” Then he smiled again, this time with such feral want Darcy felt her pussy weep for him.

He took in a deep breath and lowered himself, one hand on her hip forcing her to stay put while he used the other to spread her folds and slick her juices all over her skin.

She whimpered with want, bucking her hips in a vain attempt to get his mouth on her.

“Mmm, sweets, you smell good enough to eat. You’re so wet for me, baby. I can’t wait to slip my cock in hard and deep.” He moved in closer, his breath a teasing stroke against her hot, sensitive flesh.

Just as she thought she couldn’t take a moment more, he darted his tongue out and finally tasted her. This time it was his turn to moan. Like a man starved, he didn’t hold back, licking and sucking, plunging his tongue into her before nipping at her clit. Cycling so quickly, so thoroughly, she felt the rise of her orgasm and desperately tried to rein it in, wanting to keep the build up from cresting too soon.

He didn’t give her a chance to chill out. Instead, he amped it up, stroking her so well that she lost all control, her pussy clenching in release, sending spasms of pleasure through her whole body. Fuck, the man was good.

Chapter Three

This woman was hot as hell and Raven was having a hard time keeping his shit together. She was sex embodied, a goddess in beauty—her body plump in all the right places, lean and smooth everywhere else. As she writhed through her orgasm, her pussy clenching, swollen and dripping wet, he just wanted to stay there forever and devour each and every drop she gave him.

But his dick was screaming for attention, weeping pre-come like he couldn’t believe. She was the epitome of fuckable and he was going to treat his cock to her all night long.

He pulled away from her pussy, sliding his mouth up her quivering thigh, leaving a trail of her juice and his saliva along her skin. She tasted unbelievable, all of her, like sweet nectar made especially for him. From deep within, his wolf growled a warning. A sense of urgency pulled him from his slow meander over her skin. He squeezed his hips between her legs and nudged his cock at the wet opening she offered him. His wolf prodded him again.

Claim her, it growled. Make her ours.

Claim her? Raven gave his head a shake. No fucking way.

Still recovering from her orgasm, Darcy stared up at him with hooded eyes. Her hands moved to her generous breasts, playfully flicking her hard nipples until her skin was more than rosy, enticing him to lean down and give one then the other a lick and suck.

“Mmm.” His cockhead wedged inside, so tight, so wet and hot he struggled not to thrust.

Darcy smiled and arched into him, pushing him back with her hands on his chest. Once he was up, she leaned over the side of the bed and pulled out a row of condoms. “Slip one of these bad boys on and you can fuck me as hard as you want, Raven.”

His eyes flashed open. “I loathe condoms. Besides, I’m clean. Not gonna catch anything from me.”

“You don’t want any little rock star babies showing up on your tour bus, do ya?” Darcy smiled and shook her head. “It isn’t going happen if you’re not covered, sugar. So make your choice.”

He glanced at his hard cock, aching to be inside of her. Okay, normally he’d say fuck it and walk away. Werewolves couldn’t give or get diseases and she wasn’t ovulating—he could smell it—so there was never any risk where unprotected sex was concerned. But he wanted this girl in the worst way, needed to slake his hunger for her.

She tore one of the condoms from the row and tossed it onto her belly. “What’s it gonna be, big boy? Just think: it’ll make the clean-up much easier.”

Raven smiled as he gripped her legs and positioned them over his shoulders. Then he grabbed the condom, tore it open and quickly slipped it on. “Trust me, baby, there ain’t gonna be anything clean about what we’re about to do.”

Raven awoke feeling blissfully well used and satiated. He stretched across the bed, his back cracking in the most satisfying way. The sun had yet to peek over the horizon but he felt its approach like a tingle of electricity. Once it crested, the magic that made him what he was would take over. He would become a wolf, a giant fucking wolf for the day. Trapped in a hotel room. Sigh. That was the trade-off while on tour…away from the safety of the mansion. No place to run. No little bunnies to hunt. His wolf was restless, but nights of hot and heavy sex helped a lot. Especially when those nights were as long and satisfying as last night’s had been.

With a jolt, he pushed himself up, suddenly realizing that he didn’t remember the girl, Darcy, actually leaving. Shit! He’d gotten so caught up in the endless hours of pleasure he hadn’t given her the speech…the one where he made it very clear that she was to be gone come morning. In fact, he was totally unlike him to just fall asleep as he had—usually he was the one escorting his lady out. The girl was hot as fuck, a total sex goddess, but she definitely needed to be out before daybreak.

He jumped from the bed, listening intently as he made a quick search of the suite. Her clothes were gone. Looked as though she’d left. He was almost at the point of letting out a deep sigh of relief when he smelled it—a distinct scent of something burning…growing more and more noxious by the second.

He sniffed out the source and came to an abrupt halt outside the closed bathroom door. How could he have missed the bathroom? “Shit!”

As if on cue, the doorknob started to turn and Raven took two steps back. The distinct sensation of the rising sun sent a wash of terror over him. “Oh, fuck!” He moaned.

The door swung open and there she was, smiling at him, and not in a friendly way either. She raised her hand, outstretched to show him what looked like a small pile of ash in her palm.

“You, Raven Glock, have been marked.” She blew the ash. It struck him like a brick.

He staggered back. “What the fuck!” Ash coated him, burning his skin just as the sun peeked over the horizon.

He froze, his mouth gaping, his eyes screaming from the burning ash as the magic of the sun transformed him into his wolf.

He heard a gasp, a stifled curse.

A whoosh of air across his snout let him know she was running. He shook his head in a vain attempt to clear his eyes, snorting a few times to clear his nostrils. The ash—it burned like nothing he’d ever felt before.

Get the girl, stop her. Can’t let her leave. He bolted to his paws, staggering as a wave of dizziness rolled over him.

He took two steps, then collapsed on his side. What had she done to him? His wolf mind struggled to comprehend, working purely on instinct. Get the girl. Strangely, the wolf hadn’t marked her as an enemy. She’d crippled him and the only way to find out how and why was to capture her, but his wolf wanted her for a different reason. His wolf wanted to lay claim to what was his.

Our mate.

Raven’s thoughts were scrambled, not comprehending. He needed to get the girl, stop her, find out what she’d done.

…claim her…mark her as ours…

His wolf was confused.

…not our mate…danger…burning…

Try as he might, he couldn’t get his legs to work, couldn’t rise from the floor.

Seconds later, he heard and felt the thud and vibration of the door slamming closed and knew she was gone. His wolf let out a primal roar of fear, pain and anger, understanding that the woman he needed had just bolted.

Chapter Four

Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit, oh shit.

Darcy ran. She ran like her life depended on it. Well, it did actually, ’cause she just fucked up royally and if that werewolf caught her, she was as good as dead.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” She slammed her finger and then her fist into the elevator button, glancing fearfully over her shoulder for the gigantic wolf that had transformed right before her eyes.

Her heart was pounding, her body trembling, her eyes tearing. Oh god, how could I be so fucking stupid? A werewolf? A fucking werewolf?

The elevator dinged open and she stumbled in, jabbing the buttons, desperate to close the doors again while she wedged herself as far into the corner as possible.

She held her breath as the doors slid shut, envisioning a paw sliding in between to keep her from escaping.

When they finally sealed, she collapsed in a whoosh of breath, slumping to the floor as the elevator started its descent.

Her mind whirred. A werewolf. Oh god, it made so much sense. She knew there was something different about the band. Something different about Raven. He was wild, not only as a lover but in general. She’d been studying him for weeks. Watching videos of him on stage, giving the rare interview in place of Mayhem. He was a take-no-shit wild man. A beast. She should have known.

But it wasn’t like the supernaturals wore badges. There wasn’t a tattoo that marked you as one.

Marked.

Oh fuck!

She’d marked him. She’d completed the spell. A whimper of fear bubbled out of her mouth.

When the doors binged open, she realized she was still on the elevator floor, a crumbled heap on the verge of crying. She needed to get it together and get the hell out of the building before the pack came for her. Give herself time to figure out how to undo what she’d done. She needed to talk to Annie, the old crone. Annie would know what to do.

Okay, suck it up. She’d forgotten the most important thing. She’d completed the spell—a spell that would make Raven Glock lust for her in unimaginable ways but never, ever be able to find her. That would buy her some time at least, but she needed to find a way to reverse the spell. She sure as shit didn’t want to live her life fearful of running into a werewolf marked by her own hand. No fucking way. She’d broken some kind of supernatural code with this one. Fucking with a pack wolf? Nah uh, bad news. She needed to find a way to undo it and disappear for a while. She hoped like hell that Annie would know how to fix it.

Darcy grasped at her flimsy hope and with a deep sigh that bordered on relief, she pulled herself up and did her best to walk through the lobby without attracting attention.

“You did what?”

Darcy winced as she sputtered her tea, the sorry attempt to calm her nerves evaporating with Annie’s shrill tone.

“You marked a werewolf? Are you fucking nuts, girl?” Annie, a witch older than dirt, was the only one Darcy could trust with such a confession.

“I didn’t know.” Darcy winced.

Annie stood with both hands braced on the harvest table, leaning forward so she could actually look down her nose at Darcy, her long grey braid dangling over her shoulder and threatening to slip right into her abandoned tea. “You didn’t know? Girl! You should always know who you’re casting on.” She clicked her tongue. “Have you no sense? Do you have any idea what that pack is gonna do to you if they get their claws into you?”

“They won’t be able to find me,” Darcy offered weakly, suddenly unsure of her reasoning from earlier. “I finished the spell. He can’t find me.”

Annie scoffed as she pushed herself back and folded her arms over her chest. “You’re an idiot, Darcy.” She shook her head. “You marked a werewolf! They’re natural trackers. He’s gonna find you. Sure as shit he is, and when he does…” She made a motion across her throat.

Darcy gulped. “There’s got to be a way to reverse it. Please, Annie, I need your help.”

Annie shook her head again and Darcy practically saw the battle waging in the old crone’s head. She’d mentored Darcy, trained her in the craft since she was a child. Darcy had never been a very powerful witch, had no special innate abilities other than to cast. She was no healer, no tracker, no extra-special breed of witch. A distant relative, Annie had taken her in when her parents had died and had trained her to use the spells within her means. She’d never intended for Darcy to become a Vengeance Dealer.

Annie sighed. “Which spell did you use?”

“I marked him with a Double Vengeance Spell,” Darcy said, feeling a beat of hope that Annie could help.

“Double Vengeance?” Annie pulled out a chair and sat down, her old face looking so weary Darcy almost regretted troubling her with this problem. “That’s not so bad. What did you use to bind it?”

Darcy took a sip of her tea, delaying the response she knew would complicate things. A spell could be cast in multiple ways, some thrown at a target, some chanted, some thought…but nothing was as powerful as a spell bound to a target, and for that, you needed some kind of bodily sample.

Darcy lowered her cup and cleared her throat. “Um, I sorta used his own semen.”

Annie snapped her eyes to meet Darcy’s. “You did what?”

“That’s what I do, Annie! I’m a Vengeance Dealer…I get revenge and the best way to do that is by binding them with their own lust.”

Annie slammed her hand down on the table. “You fool of a girl! So this is what you’ve been doing? You’ve been binding these men to you? To lust for you endlessly? Is that what your clients want?”

“They want satisfaction. They want to know that I’m striking a blow and fixing a wrong. I don’t go after innocent men, Annie! These men are scum. They use women and then toss them away. They cripple women and make them hurt.”

And Raven Glock had been the worst. Notorious for one night stands, using women and shoving them aside with no regret or remorse, never even acknowledging them after the fact. At first, Darcy had balked at the small group of women who wanted her services. What did you expect when you slept with a rock-star, after all? But then she’d listened to them and seen the tears and heard the pain and she knew she needed to pull this Raven fellow out of the game for good. One spell, a whopper of a curse, which would have him lusting for the rest of his life for a woman he could never have, let alone find. And after what he’d done to her clients? It was the least he deserved. Normally there was no risk, but had she known Raven was a werewolf, well, she never would have said yes in the first place. Annie was right—if there was any man who could battle the spell and find her, it would be a werewolf.

“And how do you get their semen, girl? I’m sure they don’t just offer it up for you to take.” Annie narrowed her eyes as she scanned Darcy from head to waist. “Or maybe they do.”

“I have sex with them.” Darcy shrugged. “I collect the sample and slip into the bathroom while they’re sleeping.”

“You collect their sample?” Annie scoffed. “Disgusting.”

“It’s called a condom, Annie. Collects my samples quite efficiently, no mess.”

She’d didn’t think Annie needed to know that she’d enjoyed Raven, her target, all night before casting a sleep spell on the man so she could perform the vengeance curse in peace. Let the old woman think it was a one-time thing.

Annie wrinkled her nose. “So you use his semen and you’re sure you completed the spell this time?”

Darcy swallowed the lump in her throat and nodded. “Uh huh, yep. No doubt about it. Blew the ash, said the words, the man is marked as mine.” And then he turned into a fucking wolf! “It felt different this time though.” Darcy shrugged. “Like some kind of rope snapped into place between him and I. Never had that happen before—usually it’s just a quick jolt and then nothing. Probably ’cause of the wolf inside him, I guess.”

Annie stared at her for a moment, then pulled her glasses off her face and sighed as she rubbed her eyes. “Well, girl, you’ve got a heap of trouble on you now.” She put her glasses back on and leaned to the side, sliding her old grimoire from a shelf and laying it in front of her. “I’m not sure what can be done. Semen…it’s a powerful binding agent.”

Hair, flesh, anything coming from the body was a powerful binding agent—Darcy knew that. But semen made the vengeance spell work so well for her purposes. The product of lust combined with a spell for revenge? Perfect. Under normal circumstances. By now, Raven—wolf or no wolf—would be a writhing mess of longing, unable to do much more than lust for her, knowing in his heart she would never be his. Knowing instinctively he could never find her again.

Well, under normal circumstances. Shit.

Annie flipped open the spell book and went directly to the back, where the curses were chronicled. Darcy was never officially taught those spells—the bad ones, the ones that interfered in people’s lives in negative ways. Annie, after all, had never even given those curses a glance during her mentorship. But when Darcy had showed curiosity, she hadn’t said no, either. There was no such thing as censorship in Annie’s mind, not where spells were concerned. Annie was all about the balance—you cast only what you think you can handle, because karma had a funny way of whooping your butt when you needed it. Darcy found Annie’s philosophy a little superstitious and besides, she might be using a curse, but she was doing it to right a wrong, so karma could kiss her ass.

“Is this the spell you used?” Annie shoved the grimoire in Darcy’s direction, her finger posed above a spell Darcy knew intimately.

“Yeah, that’s the one.”

Annie nodded as she pulled the book back and flipped it closed. “I hate to say it, Darcy, but you’re screwed.”

“What?”

Annie slid the book back on the shelf. “I told you karma would bite you in the ass one day. That spell is irreversible. It’s a true curse. The only way to stop it is to terminate the source.”

“Terminate the source?” New fear bubbled up Darcy’s throat and the tea she’d drunk came surging from her stomach.

“Uh huh, and if those wolves find you, that’s exactly what they’re going to do.” She tapped her fingers on the table, clicking her nails in contemplation. “Unless…”

“Unless what?” Darcy snapped her gaze to meet Annie’s, desperate enough to do just about anything.

“You don’t happen to know any Hunters, do ya?” She took a casual sip of her tea. “Or better yet, a Huntress?”

“You can’t be serious!” Darcy gasped. Hunters, the wolf slaying variety, were an ancient breed of males who trained their whole lives in preparation for initiation into the Order of the Wolf. Magical beings who passed their training, knowledge and powers onto their destined mate once they found her. The Huntress. A powerful female descended from Amazon warriors, the only known creature on the planet who could kill a werewolf. “I don’t want Raven dead!”

Annie scoffed. “Likely him and his pack aren’t going to give you the same consideration.”

“I’m shocked, Annie. I didn’t take you for a wolf hater.” Darcy shook her head, her mind reeling. Annie had always been indifferent, cautioning against meddling or even interacting with other species, but taking no other interest. “I thought you were more open-minded than that.”

Annie narrowed her eyes, tapped her finger against the side of her cup. “You know very little about how the world works, girl. That much is obvious. You cursed a werewolf, a beast, and he’ll come for you, you can bet your skinny ass on that. He won’t rest until he finds you—that’s the way those creatures work. Better him dead than you, is what I say.”

Darcy slumped, arms crossed over her chest, fear taking hold once again. “What can I do?”

“Without a Hunter?” Annie shook her head sadly. “I suggest you leave the country, my dear, and pray that the pack doesn’t follow you, or you’re as good as dead.”

Chapter Five

Raven struggled to regain consciousness, but his eyes were so heavy, his body weighted down by exhaustion, it was a difficult battle. It had been a long day—the witch’s spell weaving its way through him, his wolf fighting to keep it from taking hold completely. And now that the sun had set and he was in his human form, he lay totally annihilated, his energy zapped.

His wolf had done what it could to keep the spell from binding fully, but it hadn’t completely won. That was the problem with magic: you could only battle it so much before you needed to go to the source. He needed to find that fucking girl and make her reverse whatever she had done.

Yes, find the girl. Find her. She belongs to you. He had to admit, the ache for her had never really gone away. A longing that gnawed at his gut, a primal urge to locate her, and yet no real recollection of what she looked like or how to find her…even what her name was.

Good thing he had his wolf. His wolf would scent her out. Her smell was all over him, all over his sheets—her essence seemed to have permeated his very flesh. And he wanted her even more because of it, despite being enraged.

A knock on his door came like a thunderclap and he struggled to raise his head.

“Yo, Raven? What’s going on? Why didn’t you…oh shit!” It was Dyami, the band’s drummer. “Raven! What the fuck, man? Are you okay?”

“Dy.” Raven pushed himself up, only able to get into a sitting position, his shoulders slumped, his body so weary.

“Wow, Rav! What the hell happened to you last night?”

“A girl.” Raven shook his head as he feebly tried to remember her name, her face, anything about her.

“You left with a girl, yeah, we saw that. Tall, curvy, dark hair. Hot!”

“She did something to me.” Raven croaked.

“Yeah, I bet she did.” Dy strolled around the bedroom and chuckled. “Looks like you two had quite the fuck party last night. How come you didn’t spend the day with us upstairs?”

The wolves always gathered for the day. When they were at the mansion, they’d hunt and roughhouse, chase and play in the forest behind the house. When on tour, Mayhem liked to have them close together, all bunking in his penthouse until the sun set. It was customary for the boys to ditch their current conquest and return to the pack before daybreak. Obviously, Raven hadn’t made it.

“That’s what I’m trying to tell you.” Raven sighed.

Dy turned to look down at him, finally taking notice of Raven’s worn state. “Hey, man, what happened to you? You look like shit!”

“She was a witch or something, Dy. She cast some kind of spell on me.”

“You’re joking!”

“No, man, I’m not fucking joking. She blew some kind of ash all over me and said that I was marked or something. It burned into my skin.” He raised his hands to his face, remembering the pain as the ash coated him but knowing—with the way magic worked—there’d be no telltale signs of it marring his flesh.

“Oh shit! Dude, that is so not good.”

Raven nodded as he lowered his hands to his lap. “My wolf tried to fight it, keep the worst of it away I think, but it still latched on. I feel”—he shrugged—“very strange. Like I need to find her, like I can’t live without seeing her again.”

Dy reached down and helped Raven to his feet. “Let’s get you to Mayhem. He’ll know what to do.”

Raven nodded. Yeah, Mayhem always knew what to do.

“So you’re telling me that you don’t remember what this girl looks like, or what her name is, but you spent the entire night having sex with her?” Mayhem stood with his arms crossed over his chest, worry etched on his face.

Raven sat slumped in a chair and shrugged. “I think it’s part of the spell she cast. I can’t remember anything about her.”

“I don’t know a fucking thing about spells.” Mayhem growled as he swooped in close and inhaled. “But I can sure as hell smell her on you. You reek of that woman.”

“Which means we can find her,” Jaylon, lead guitarist, said.

Mayhem nodded as he pulled back. “Yes, but we should get started now. Her trail grows fainter by the minute.”

“And what do we do when we find her?” Raven asked, his heart suddenly thudding with anxiety. As much as he wanted answers, he didn’t want this woman to come to any harm. In fact, he wanted to find her—yes—as much as the rest of the pack did, but then he wanted to smother her with kisses, make love to her all night long again and never let her out of his sight. What the fuck?

“What do we do? We force her to reverse the spell.” Mayhem said.

“And if she won’t?” Raven glanced up at Mayhem, his eyes still sore from the ash.

“She will.” Mayhem sneered. “If she knows what’s good for her.”

“But if she won’t?” Raven insisted.

“If the rumors are true, then the only way to break a spell is to kill the witch. If she won’t reverse it then…” Mayhem shrugged.

“No!” Raven jumped to his feet and his legs wobbled. He braced himself against the back of the chair and faced off with his pack alpha. “We can’t kill her. She’s my mate! I need to find her.”

“You believe this woman is your mate, Rav?” Dy asked, eyes wide.

“She can’t be his mate. He would have marked her. She would have felt it too, wouldn’t have left him like she had, wouldn’t have cast a spell on him in the first place.” Mayhem growled.

Raven had a flash of a memory, a tall, gorgeous woman standing before him, lips moving. You have been marked. “She marked me.”

“Huh?”

Raven shifted his gaze to Jay. “She said my name and then said that I was marked. That must be the spell—she must have marked me as hers in some way.” He sighed as he sank down into the chair, his energy totally spent. “Like some kind of love spell.”

Mayhem scoffed. “Right, a love spell.”

Raven’s mind whirred, a love spell—that had to be it. He’d never fallen for any woman before and now all he could think about was finding this one and claiming her as his. It wasn’t real. It was just a manufactured attraction. That thought alone should have given him some measure of relief…but it didn’t. Not even close.

Chapter Six

Okay, so, Darcy had only gotten as far as the train station by the time night had fallen. Having desperately searched for a counter spell to the curse, despite Annie’s assurances that she was screwed, she hadn’t actually packed a bag and left until late afternoon. Not the brightest plan on her part, but at least when she left, she’d been clever about it—not taking the direct route, switching cabs a couple of times. Annie had said the wolves would use their keen sense of smell to find her, so she’d poured on the most obnoxious perfume she had and hoped it disguised her well enough.

She wasn’t worried…much. She’d be boarding a train in an hour that would take her to the Canadian border, and from there she’d be able to catch a flight overseas, lay low for a few months. Well, that was the plan anyway. It all relied on how much money Annie could scrounge together for her. Darcy had never really been a ‘save for a rainy day’ kind of girl. She was broke, and as much as she wanted to collect on her latest contract, she couldn’t take the chance.

Once she had accepted that any and all magical solutions were out of her immediate reach, she realized she needed to get out of country fast. Annie said she would keep looking for counter spells and advised Darcy to check in every couple of hours. If there was a way to help, she would find it, which gave Darcy a tiny sense of hope that there might, might, be a way out of this mess without the involvement of the Order of the Wolf or a Huntress. She wasn’t a killer and had no desire to see Raven, or any other wolf, dead.

Darcy was jittery, practically jumping out of her skin at the slightest strange noise. She’d seen Raven turn into a giant wolf right before her eyes and had no idea what his werewolf status meant for the spell’s effectiveness. Annie had thought perhaps he’d be able to fight some of its hold, but didn’t know to what extent. That was not a good thing. Add to that the fact he had a pack who could all pick up her scent just as well as he could, and she knew it was paramount that she get as far away as possible.

What she did know—and what she was counting on probably more than she should—was the werewolf transformation went according to the cycles of the sun and moon. If Raven turned into a wolf at sunrise, that meant he was most likely trapped in that form for the duration of the day and probably trapped in that hotel room as well, unless he was willing to break down a door and bring a lot of unwanted attention his way. It also meant he was a young wolf, not old enough in his supernatural form to transform at will. If she was right—and that was a big if—Raven would have only just transformed back into his human form an hour ago and it would hopefully take him time to get his wits about him.

It was a lot of ifs to count on, but she only had to wait for another hour and she’d be on her way. Plus, she doubted the wolves would think about the train station first. If they lost her trail, they’d probably head for the airport. Made sense, right?

Darcy sighed as she ran her hand nervously through her hair, clenching her train ticket in the other. She wasn’t the only person waiting on the platform, but with just a handful of bodies, she felt awfully exposed. She kept glancing over her shoulder, certain she was being watched.

She’d eyed every single one of her fellow passengers, several times, to the point where she could feel their nervousness at her bizarre behavior reverberating back at her. Would Raven come for her himself or would it be the pack? She knew Mayhem by sight, but the other two bandmates? No, not so much. Although, how hard would it be to see a huge hulk of a man coming her way? Werewolves—they weren’t small by any means.

What was totally weird was the idea of Raven himself coming for her sent her heart into a flutter, like she actually wanted him to. What the fuck was up with that? He was her target after all—the object of her vengeance, not desire…well, not really anyway. She might have enjoyed collecting his semen a little too much the night before, but that didn’t mean anything. The man was as hot as hell and she’d have to be a crazy woman to not react.

Shoving that thought aside, she walked over to a bench and settled, feeling better at having her back to the wall. As far as she could see, on either side of her were normal looking, average people. She was almost in the clear. With another deep sigh, she leaned forward and dug into one of her large bags, pulled out her netbook and flipped it open. She’d made some quick notes in Word from Annie’s grimoire about curse reversal. The biggest issue she had was how she’d bound the lust curse to Raven. Using his semen was equivalent to using cement. Almost indestructible. Almost.

She accessed the train-station’s Wi-Fi and began her search, trying as many different word combinations as she could come up with. In the digital age, many witches had begun uploading their spells, creating a huge network database. Sure, there were a zillion sites dedicated to love spells and revenge spells that were total bullshit, moon worship or nature lover kind of crap, but if you knew what to look for, you could spot the real spells in among the fakes. And she was finding lots of spells—just not any that could offer help in her current dilemma.

After spending a ton of time chasing down dead ends, Darcy was just about to close the laptop and go search for coffee when she remembered one last place to look.

Most of Darcy’s contracts came via word of mouth, referrals in a sense, but there was another place where a witch could pick up a spell contract. Hex, a forum-based site that acted as an anonymous black market for witch spells. Darcy had gotten a few jobs from the site, nasty shit usually, much nastier than her usual vengeance cursing. She hadn’t been back in a couple of years. She may have been strapped for cash, but the contracts on Hex weren’t your typical kind of curse requests. What these clients were looking for was the really hard shit—like life and death shit. Darcy hadn’t liked the taste those jobs had left in her mouth. At least with her vengeance contracts, she knew the men she was going after deserved what they were getting. And besides, it was just lust, not life or death—just wanting something you could never have. With the Hex contracts? Yeah, there were no conscience-affirming reassurances. It was a fine line of morality that she walked, but at least when she dealt vengeance on a cheating husband, she knew she was righting a wrong for someone. And besides, nobody died of unrequited lust.

She quickly logged into the site and scrolled past the contract section. Now, she was after a subforum she’d only glanced at in the past, having had no use for it before now.

Insider Info: Spell trading. She clicked on it and typed in a quick search. Lust curse reversal. Nothing. Okay, Plan B. She clicked to start a new thread and typed what she was after, giving the details of the lust curse she’d used and the bonding agent. At the end of the post, she indicated that she’d be willing to trade for like-information. It was a longshot, but really the only option left.

She checked the computer’s clock before shutting down. Ten minutes to go and then she could breathe a sigh of relief.

“Excuse me, ma’am. Can I see your ticket please?”

Darcy jolted and quickly glanced up to see a train-station employee holding out his hand. She let out an explosion of breath, her heart thumping like crazy. “My ticket? Um, yeah, sure…here.”

He took it, scanned the barcode, then handed it back to her. “Train should be here in a few moments. Do you need help with your bags?”

Darcy smiled as she reclaimed the ticket “No, thank you. I can manage.”

She felt the rumble of the coming train and her tense muscles eased a fraction more. Glancing to the left, she caught the glare of the bright headlights as the train finally came into view. Only a few more minutes.

She bent down and picked up her bags, slung one over her shoulder and grabbed the handle of the other.

The train sailed into the terminal and came to a stop with a smooth whoosh of air. She took a few steps forward and waited for the doors to open.

“That perfume isn’t going to mask your stench, witch.”

Her body went absolutely rigid, the back of her neck prickling with goose bumps as the gruff voice sent another shot of hot breath of over her flesh. “Don’t even think about running.”

“Or casting any of your nasty spells.” A rough hand grabbed her arm.

“I’ll scream…I’ll scream…” She breathed, her voice rising in her panic. They’d found her, oh god, they’d found her.

“No, you won’t be doing that, either.”

Before she could do much more than open her mouth, she felt a tight pinch on the side of her neck, and everything went black.

Chapter Seven

He wanted to see her. Needed to see her. She was in the other room, bound, gagged and totally alone, and all Raven could think about was getting in there to be with her. But Mayhem had forbidden it.

Raven’s heart hadn’t stopped thundering since she’d entered the penthouse, draped over Jay’s shoulder like a sack of potatoes, unconscious and oblivious to the danger she was in. Jay had told the front desk she was his drunken sister who had been out all night on a bender. Of course, they believed him. Staff always looked the other way for elite clients.

“When do you think she’ll wake up?” Dy asked before taking another swig from his beer bottle.

“Shouldn’t be too much longer.” Jay shrugged.

“I’m going to go in there and check on her.” Raven beelined for the door, his body so edgy his hand actually shook as he reached to grip the knob.

“Stop right there, buddy.” Jay was on him in a second, steering him away from the door. “You know you can’t go in there.”

A noise from within stopped them both—a muffled cry and a soft thud.

Raven whipped around, forcing Jay to release him as he barreled into the room. And there she was, lying on her side, having knocked the chair over in an obvious attempt to free herself. She looked up at him, her mocha eyes wide with fear and everything came flooding back.

Her name was Darcy and she was his.

With a growl, he jumped toward her, frightening her more but unable to stop himself. He eased her and the chair upright and quickly began undoing the bonds.

“What the fuck, man?” When Jay made a move toward him, Raven snarled a warning to back off and continued to untie the rope around her wrists.

Jay left the room, bellowing for Mayhem but Raven didn’t give a shit. He needed Darcy in his arms as quickly as possible. To hell with Mayhem’s orders.

She was struggling along with him, shifting her wrists as he untied the rope. “Just hold still, sweets, I’ve almost got you loose.”

She mumbled something and he suddenly remembered her gag. He abandoned her wrists for a moment while he yanked the cloth from her mouth. Freeing her delicious-looking lips. Oh fuck. Without a conscious thought, he swooped in and devoured her, sucking on her lips like they were dripping with honey, and they might as well have been because she tasted divine.

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing, Rav?” Mayhem’s roar came seconds before Raven was roughly yanked up and away from Darcy. Mayhem’s tight embrace pinning his arms down, effectively halting more movement. “She is not what you need, man.”

“Please don’t hurt me,” Darcy cried.

“Don’t hurt you?” Mayhem’s laugh was more like a bark. He twisted Raven to the side and released him, a finger pointed in warning.

Raven took two steps back and nodded, giving his head a shake in the process. He couldn’t explain what had come over him—he just absolutely needed to taste her again. “I’m good. I’m good.”

“She has you under her spell, man. You’ve got to fight it.”

Raven nodded, lifting his hand to wipe his lips. Yes, she was a witch and she’d cursed him. Couldn’t let himself forget that. The problem was, when he was kissing her, she fucking kissed him back. Why would she kiss him back?

“What did you do to him?” Mayhem turned to look at Darcy, his voice matching the “don’t fuck with me” expression on his face.

“I-I-I c-c-c-ursed him.” Despite the quiver in her voice, she unflinchingly met Mayhem’s glare.

Mayhem nodded in Raven’s direction as if to say I told you so. “Why did you curse him?”

“Because that’s what I do.” She licked her lips as she glanced at Raven. “I was hired—”

“Hired for what?”

“Revenge. I’m a Vengeance Dealer.”

Raven frowned as he looked from Mayhem to Darcy. “Revenge? What the fuck did I do?”

“What did you do?” She narrowed her eyes at him. “A group of women you slept with and treated like dirt hired me to curse you with a vengeance spell, to get you back for leaving them lusting after you.” Her tone was haughty, like she’d somehow convinced herself she was in the right.

“What?” Raven was suddenly fuming, anger reigning over his lust. “And you agreed to this? You meddled in my life because a group of fans got pissed off that I wouldn’t have more than a one-night stand with them? Do you have any idea how fucked up that is?”

“You hurt them, Raven,” she quipped back, her words dripping with self-righteousness and condemnation.

“Hurt them?” He paced away from her and then back again. “I’ve never made any claims that I’m looking for a commitment. Those women all knew what they were getting in to when they came after me. Did you ever think that maybe, maybe, they’re the ones who have got it wrong? That they’re the ones lusting for something I made no promises about? They are fans, fanatics! Obsessed with something they can’t have. Could you truly be that naively stupid to deal vengeance, as you say, without getting both sides of the story?”

Darcy flinched and though he felt a twinge of regret, he brushed it aside. She’d fucked with his life without a moment’s hesitation. Any feelings he had for her were a result of the curse. Nothing more.

“You’re going to reverse it,” Mayhem said, taking the thoughts right out of Raven’s head.

Darcy blanched and she dropped her gaze, no longer acting the bold defender of wronged women. “I can’t.”

“What do you mean you can’t?” Raven sneered.

“I can’t find the counter spell to undo it.”

Mayhem took a threatening step toward her. “Well, I know how to undo it. Kill the witch.”

Darcy snapped her eyes back up, terror transforming her face. “But I’ve got a few ideas!” she screeched. “Please, don’t kill me. I’ll find a way, I promise!”

Raven put a hand on Mayhem’s shoulder and eased him back a few steps, trying desperately to ignore his own thundering heart, his fear of something happening to Darcy surely matching hers. Damn curse. “Let her explain.”

“Fine. Explain,” Mayhem barked.

Darcy’s throat worked as she looked from Raven to Mayhem. “I’ve got some leads. There might be a way to reverse it. I just need a little bit of time. And my computer…I need access to my computer.”

Mayhem regarded her for a few moments, his expression an unreadable mask.

“Mayhem,” Raven said, “the weakness I felt when she was gone seems to be abating…as long as I’m with her…”

“That’s right!” Darcy said. “As long as Raven is around me, he should start to feel okay. That’s the way the curse works! It’s the separation that makes it worse!” And then she mumbled, “I can’t believe I forgot that part.”

Mayhem looked over at Raven, an eyebrow cocked. “You’re feeling better? More like your old self?”

“Yeah, feeling much better now that she’s here.” Raven forced the partial truth through his lips. He did feel better when his hands were on her.

Mayhem leaned forward, his finger jabbing the air in front of Darcy’s face. “You fucked with the wrong man, witch. Nobody fucks with my pack. You better fix this, lady, or I’m going to fix it for you.”

Darcy nodded and Raven gulped down his own fear. Mayhem would do it too, kill the witch to protect his pack.

Chapter Eight

I’ve got some leads? I’ll find a way? What the fuck are you thinking, girl? And what was with kissing the werewolf back? Huh? Are you nuts?

She could practically hear Annie’s disapproval in her head. Her thoughts were desperate, frantic, and there wasn’t much she wouldn’t do in the name of self-preservation. The problem was she knew kissing Raven had absolutely nothing to do with a cunning escape plan and everything to do with the maddening lust she felt whenever she was around him. It was almost like she was the one cursed. She shuddered at the thought.

They’d left her alone again. She was still tied up but thankfully no longer gagged. She needed access to her computer so she could check the Hex forum and find out if anyone had responded to her query. She didn’t hold out much hope for luck there, though. What she needed was a Plan B, ’cause her Plan A sucked pretty badly. She had no doubt that Mayhem would kill her, whether or not the myth was true. If there was a remote chance it was, he wouldn’t hesitate.

So she needed to get away. If only she knew some of the more powerful spells like air deprivation or power blasting. Sadly, her skills were limited to the spells she’d learned from Annie’s grimoire and even some of those didn’t quite work as well as they should. She never claimed to be a good student—never really memorized anything but the vengeance spell, and that was only out of necessity. She couldn’t exactly carry around the grimoire when she was cursing a man. She was a pathetic excuse for a witch, mediocre at best. Annie used to call her a dabbler. She dabbled in magic and now it was biting her in the ass just as Annie said it one day would.

She heard raised voices from the other side of the door. An argument was raging on whether or not she was telling the truth. It also sounded like they were debating over her life. Very comforting.

“Jay, give her her fucking computer and stay in the room while she works. And you—if I find out you’ve been anywhere near that witch, I’m going to tie you up too.”

Seconds later, the door to her room swung open and Jay, or so she assumed, came waltzing in with her laptop. He laid it down on the desk beside her.

“I’m going to untie you now so that you can do what you need to do. If you so much as give a hint that you’re casting a spell or up to something tricky, I’ll rip your goddamned head off. Understand?”

Darcy gulped and nodded. Her heart hammered painfully as Jay released her from her bonds.

She rubbed her sore wrists before pushing her chair closer to the desk and opening her laptop. Jay sat on the bed behind her, not bothering to speak, his glare boring into the back of her skull. She’d never felt hate before—never understood how an emotion could be palpable—until now.

She clicked the bookmark for Hex, not bothering to hide what she was doing. She had no doubt that Jay would do exactly what he said he’d do. And instead of being scared, she was actually quite angry—at herself more than anything. Here she was, a witch, and she couldn’t mutter a single spell to get herself out of this situation. It was pathetic. She was supposed to be one of the most powerful species of supernatural out there. Some of her counterparts were able to do amazingly gifted things, like heal injuries, disappear, teleport, and travel through time. And what could she do? Curse a man to lust for her. That was really it. Well, unless you counted the ability to light a candle with a breath and a whisper. Parlor trick, nothing more. What could she do with that? Start a fire? Not unless the candle fell onto a tub of gasoline-soaked rags or something.

She sighed. Stop wallowing. You’ll figure a way out of this. She logged in, clicked for messages and…nothing. Her stomach bottomed out and she felt bile rise to the back of her throat. Fuck.

She quickly closed the screen then logged into her email, hoping that maybe—just maybe—help lay in there.

A new message popped up. Her heart raced as she clicked the email open.

Heard about your problem. I’ve got the counter spell. Willing to trade or sell. There was a phone number listed. Not local.

“I can’t believe it!” Darcy whispered. Heard about her problem? She had a feeling Annie was behind this. The old woman had come through for her after all.

“Believe what?” Jay growled.

She jolted out of her thoughts and glanced over her shoulder. “I need to make a phone call.”

“Like hell—”

“No, seriously.” She glanced back at the screen and pointed to the message. “Here, read it for yourself.”

Jay leaned forward and read the message. “You’re not going to call some random person.” He stood.

“A witch. It’s a witch who has the counter spell.”

“For all I know, you’re going to call someone to come and help you.”

“Of course that’s exactly what I’m going to do, you doofus!” Darcy stood, her hands on her hips. “That’s what you wolves want me to do, isn’t it? You want me to reverse the curse, don’t you?” Her tone was clipped. She was suddenly so fed up with the situation. She was willing to help, wanting to correct the mistake she’d made and yet this dumbass was going to prevent her from doing so at the cost of her life. “Give me a damned phone and let me make this call!”

Jay took a threatening step toward her, fists clenched at his sides. “I don’t trust you, witch, and I don’t like you either. You might have tricked Raven into falling for you but it won’t work on me. For all I know, you planted that message.”

“Planted it? Are you fucking kidding me? You saw me open it just now! How could I send myself an email without you noticing?”

“You’re a fucking witch! You can—”

Raven came barreling into the room, and Darcy’s heart ramped up even more at the sight of him. “What’s going on? I heard shouting.” Raven voice was edged with panic.

Jay moved to shove Raven back but he clearly wouldn’t have it, instead ducking to the side so he could touch her. His hands on her face, turning her head from side to side as if he needed to make sure she was okay. And she didn’t stop him. His hands, although callused and rough, were a soothing balm to her. She didn’t want to think about why. Didn’t want to even ponder how her heart fluttered uncontrollably at the thought of him coming to her rescue, wrapping her in his arms, protecting her. Nope, not even going to consider it.

“Are you okay, sweets?”

She nodded and licked her lips, suddenly wanting so badly for him to kiss her again.

He stared at her and she could tell he was battling with himself, and mourned the loss of his touch when he gave his head a shake and moved back, releasing her.

“I think I have a solution. I need to make a call.” She nodded toward the computer.

Raven glanced over, quickly read the message then pulled a cell phone from his back pocket. “Make the call.”

“Who are you calling?” Mayhem asked as he walked into the room.

“I don’t think this is a good idea.” Jay’s voice was practically a gruff bark.

“She thinks she’s found someone who might be able to help.” Raven put the phone into her hand. “Just make the call.”

Mayhem motioned for Jay to calm down. “You can make the call but we’re going to be here while you do.”

Darcy nodded. “Of course.” She quickly typed in the number and put the phone to her ear.

“So you used a lust curse, huh?” A raspy voice, barely distinguishable as a woman, came onto the line.

“How did you know—?”

“Never mind that. Name’s Kat and I’ve got the counter spell. What are you willing to trade? I need a healer. You wouldn’t happen to be one, would you?”

Darcy gulped and shook her head. “No, not one of those.”

“Damn. A spell weaver? Tracker?”

“No.” Fuck, this witch was after the talented ones. Spell weaver? Witches who could weave a spell into any material or object for later use—even by someone who was not a witch. Rare talent. And tracker? A witch who could track down other witches by trailing their magic signatures. She had no special talent.

“What can you offer me, girl?”

“I don’t know…”

The woman snorted. “Twenty-thousand.”

“Twenty-thousand dollars?” Darcy nearly choked on the words. Where the fuck was she going to get twenty-thousand dollars?

“It’s a doozy of a curse to counter. There’s a reason why you can’t find a way to do it yourself. Curses are usually irreversible.”

“I don’t have twenty-thousand dollars.”

“You’ve cursed a wolf.”

“How did you—?”

“Hush now. That’s what’s happened right? Tell me true, it’s a wolf you’ve cursed, right?”

Darcy glanced warily at the hulking men towering over her. Annie had to be behind this call. There was no other way this witch would know. “Yes, I did.”

“He can’t take his eyes off you? Doesn’t want to leave your side? Seems protective?”

“Y-y-yes.” Darcy nodded. “Effects of the curse.”

“You want the reversal, you come to me and you tell the pack to stay home. I’m only going to deal with you and the wolf you cursed. No one else is welcome.”

Darcy cringed as her stomach plummeted. This was getting better and better.

Mayhem snatched the phone and hit speaker.

“Agree to that or the deal is off. Just you and the wolf.”

Mayhem looked at her with murder in his eyes.

Chapter Nine

“You fucking broadcasted Raven’s wolf status?” Mayhem hissed.

“I-I-I wasn’t thinking. I didn’t know it was a secret.” Darcy voice was little more than a croak.

Mayhem cut her down with a scathing look.

“She’s going to find another way or we’re going to do things my way,” Mayhem barked.

“There is no other way.” The disembodied voice cackled over the line. “The spell she cast, wolf or not, it’ll eventually kill your pack-mate.”

“What?” Mayhem roared.

Darcy scrambled to the other side of the bed, her back pressed against the wall and damn if Raven didn’t want to go to her and offer his protection. He held his place, knowing Mayhem would belt him across the head if he so much as twitched in her direction.

“No, it’s a lust curse. It can’t kill him. It’s just a lust curse.” Darcy whispered the last few words as she raised her hand to her mouth, her body shaking, eyes brimming with tears. “That can’t be right. It’s just supposed to make him want me.”

“Yes, want you to the point of madness,” the woman on speakerphone said, matter-of-factly.

“No!” Darcy slumped against the wall as another tremor shook her entire body, tears flowing freely now.

“I’m fine, really. Feel great.” Raven knew he didn’t sound convincing. “I feel better than I did.”

The woman laughed again. “You feel better because she’s there with you. I bet you’re doing everything in your power to keep yourself from touching her right now though, aren’t you?” She didn’t wait for Raven to answer. “That curse you’ve been wielding, girl, it’s very dangerous. If the subject is away from you for too long, he’ll die. He’ll stop eating, stop sleeping, stop drinking…eventually his heart will just stop period.”

“That can’t be true.” Darcy shook her head as she angrily wiped the tears off her cheeks, defiance shining from her eyes. “I don’t believe that.”

“It is true and I’m guessing you haven’t had much formal training, or you wouldn’t be using such a curse so damn flippantly.”

“So if they’re apart for an extended amount of time then Raven will die?” Mayhem’s anger was palpable. Raven knew it wouldn’t take much to force his hand against Darcy.

“That’s right. They need to stay together until the curse can be broken.”

“And you can break the curse?”

“It’s not an easy spell to break.” The witch hedged, her voice taking on a sly tone.

“Well, we could always just kill the witch.”

“No!” Raven yelled as he moved toward Darcy.

“Killing her won’t end the curse either. In fact, killing her will mean instant death for the wolf too.”

“Why should we believe you?” Mayhem growled, glaring at Darcy, his fists clenched as he took the call off speaker and put the phone to his ear.

Raven couldn’t hear what was being said, but he could see by Mayhem’s expression that the woman was somehow convincing him. Mayhem glanced from Darcy to Raven and gave a slight nod, then tossed the phone on the bed. “She wants to meet at a neutral location. Write down the address, Darcy,” he barked. “You’ll do as she says.”

He moved toward Raven, Jay pulling in as well. The three men were almost huddled but Raven couldn’t stop himself from glancing over Mayhem’s shoulder to spot Darcy. She was across the room, standing beside the desk, phone pressed to her ear, frantically scribbling on a pad of paper.

Mayhem gave a low growl and Raven snapped his gaze back, surprised to find the hard edge of anger gone from his alpha’s stare.

“She has a fix. You’ll go with the girl.”

“Alone?” Jay frowned. “You sure that’s safe, May?”

Mayhem rubbed the back of his neck and nodded. “I’ve been given assurances.”

“For twenty thou? We forking up the money for this? And what? The girl walks?” Jay growled.

Mayhem shook his head. “The witch wants the girl.” His tone was low, too low for anyone but the wolves to hear. “Made a deal. The girl for the spell. Once she fixes this and you’re free, she’ll claim the girl. Some kind of servitude in payment for her spell. Says girls like that need to learn to respect their magic.”

Raven’s gut clenched. “I’m not leaving her there.”

Mayhem growled. “That’s the curse talking. Do what you need to for now, but once that witch breaks the spell you’ll be able to walk away free and clear.”

“I won’t take her there without her knowing what’s going on.”

Mayhem’s eyes flashed and he bared his teeth. “You will!”

“She’s my—”

Mayhem shook his head. “She’s not your mate. You know that. Come on, man, think about it. Did you feel anything for her beyond just a fuck when you first hooked up?”

Raven searched his mind, his memory of the night before foggy. “I…I…” There was a part of him that wanted to say yes. A part of him that thought…

“If she was your mate, you’d have known it immediately. You would have marked her. Trust me. That’s what the folklore says, that’s why it’s so impossible to find. The moment you caught her scent, you would have fallen in love immediately. Can you say that that’s what happened?”

Raven frowned. Could he? He leaned to the side and glanced at Darcy. Her body was calling to him and he wanted to bury himself in her, but did he love her? He wanted her. He burned for her. Lust. Not love. He gave his head a sharp shake. He focused on what his body was telling him. “My wolf…”

“The witch said your wolf will feel the effects of the spell on a more primal level. He seeks a mate. This spell is confusing the natural order of things. That’s the way it works.”

Raven concentrated again. The burn of the spell was still there, the desire to be with her like a pulse that bound them. He couldn’t remember what had happened before the spell. He knew they’d been intimate but everything else was gone. If his wolf recognized its mate at first sight, he’d know, right? The spell couldn’t alter that.

“You’re right.” Raven sighed. “I don’t remember meeting her. If she was my mate, I’d remember that. My wolf is confused.”

“So you do what you need to do. Slake your lust, whatever. But once this is over, you’re walking away from her.”

“What does the witch want with her?”

“Who the fuck cares? You’ll be free of her and it’ll be done. Karma in due course. Trust me, man, you won’t care once this is over. In fact, you’ll have to stop yourself from fucking killing the bitch for doing what she’s done to you.”

Raven sighed as he glanced over at Darcy, who stood watching them, phone on the desk, paper in her hand, and all he saw was a woman he couldn’t bear to be without.

“You just get her there. The witch will do the rest and for the sake of your sanity, keep what you know a secret. If she thinks it’s a trap, she’ll take off again.”

“Is it true?” Darcy voice was hesitant and she flinched slightly when Mayhem turned. “You’ve agreed to pay the twenty-thousand?”

“That’s right,” Mayhem growled.

She looked from him to Raven, her eyes showing her mistrust and disbelief. He wanted so badly to tell her the truth. To let her know it was a trap, but instead he steeled himself against the urge, battled back the cry of his wolf and nodded. “I’m paying, and I plan to get my money’s worth.”

Chapter Ten

Darcy flinched, hard. Raven’s scorching gaze traveled down the length of her body and back up again. His words burned her too…just in a different way. “I’m not a prostitute.”

“Could have fooled me.” His eyes were cold, anger flashing as he stalked toward her, backing her up against the wall with his towering, bulky body.

He radiated lust and her legs trembled. The curse wasn’t meant to be reciprocal. She shouldn’t have been affected and yet, here she was being called a whore and feeling…what? Hurt by it? “I’m not the one who uses women…”

“Willing women. What you did doesn’t even compare.” Raven growled as he caged her, bulging arms on either side of her body, face inches from hers, staring down at her with such raw need her panties were soaked in seconds, her body betraying her brain in every possible way. Here he was, insulting her and all she wanted was to rip his clothes off and lick his beautiful body.

“I was righting a wrong, that’s all it was ever meant to be,” she offered feebly, her voice wavering slightly. She’d said that line so many times over the years, a mantra to justify her actions. It was the armor she worn so she could do what she had to do for all those broken women. Right the wrongs. Pay those scummy men back in kind. And she’d believed it all, right up until a few minutes ago. If what that witch said was true, she’d not only left a trail of broken men lusting for her, she’d probably been responsible for many of their deaths as well. She might be a vengeance dealer, but she wasn’t a death dealer. That possibility weighed heavy on her conscience.

Raven leaned in and nuzzled her neck, inhaling deeply. “My wolf wants to ravish you. Your spell is fucking with my beast. It doesn’t understand what you’ve done.”

Darcy squirmed, wanting to giggle at the intimate gesture, steeling herself against his touch. “You’ll have to take it then. I’m not giving it up willingly.” The other men were still in the room, and she didn’t like their loathing glares or the idea of being watched while Raven took out his frustration on her.

Raven laughed as he nipped her throat. “Liar. I can smell your arousal. I know you want me to fuck you. Was I good last night, huh, sweets? Did I make you scream?”

Darcy pushed against his chest, which was as effective as pushing against a brick wall. “My body might be giving you a green light, but trust me, my mind isn’t.”

He nipped her harder, the points of his teeth gouging deeper. She yelped, moved her hand to cover her neck, but he pushed his body against hers, immobilizing her. The feel of his hard cock effectively reminded her of just how well he’d made her scream the night before. “My wolf wants to mark you, lay claim to you.” His breath against her skin was hot, the wound he’d just made on her throat throbbed. He licked her there, his warm, wet tongue like a balm, shooting jolts of desire straight to her pussy. “You know what will happen if I do?”

“Rav,” Mayhem warned.

Darcy gulped, shook her head minutely.

Ignoring his alpha, Raven pulled back, moved his hand to brush her hair from her face, then clenched a handful of strands at the back of her head and forced her to look at him. “If I mark you, every single male on this planet, wolf or not, will know that you’re mine. They’ll sense it and instinctively know that they cannot touch you if they value their lives at all. If I mark you, you will never again know sexual pleasure from another male. Not unless that male is me and I decide to give it to you. Karma is a bitch, isn’t it, sweets?”

Darcy wanted him to mark her. She wanted him to. And that was fucked up. She knew it. Couldn’t explain it. He was effectively telling her he would do to her what she did to him. She could see in his eyes that he battled with that action. He wanted to do it, wanted it beyond an act of revenge and hated her for wanting it too.

“If you mark me, you’ll never want to let me go,” she countered, her voice defiant. She might be feeling these strange fucked up things for this man, but she’d be damned if he was going to know about it. “How would you like to be tied to a woman like me? A woman who would loathe your very existence. A woman who would run from you every opportunity she got. You’d spend your life hunting for me, I promise you. You have no idea what I’m capable of.” She bluffed, hoping her unwavering stare was convincing. He had no idea what a mediocre witch she was—better to make him think she could wield some power if necessary. “You might have my body, you might make me lust, but you’ll never, ever, have my heart. And that would kill your wolf just as surely as my curse will.”

They glared at each other, his eyes a stormy cloud of confusion. She thought she could see his wolf there, battling to take control. She wanted this man, wanted to understand him, his wolf, but she knew it had to be part of his beastly allure. The reason why he was so successful with the ladies—a mystery man, the ultimate bad boy. She fought against her body, desperate to remain logical. This was no romance. This man could inflict some serious harm and all she could really do in return was light a candle and drip some hot wax over his body. She shivered at that image, then silently scolded herself for lusting after a man who clearly wanted to hurt her.

Raven sneered. “How many men have you left wanting you, sweetheart? What kind of retribution do you deserve?”

Darcy frowned, tried to move her head away, but his steel grip in her hair kept her in place. She contemplated closing her eyes, but that would be an unforgivable weakness. He knew how to hurt her, how to make her feel things she didn’t want to feel. Right now, her gut clenched with regret. She turned it into anger. “I’ve had many clients.” She narrowed her eyes as she glared back at him, suddenly understanding what would cut him to the core. “And I fucked every single one of them.”

Raven growled low and deep, his body shook with sudden anger. He wrenched her head to the side and she cried out, as he pressed his teeth to her neck, his fangs poking at her skin.

Oh fuck, what had she done?

Chapter Eleven

Raven could see nothing but rage. Uncontrollable jealousy at the thought of Darcy fucking other men. He’d been bluffing his way through their interaction, trying to sound cold and hard. The fine thread of control he’d maintained had snapped the moment she blasted him with her words.

I fucked every single one of them.

He would have her, mark her and she would be his forever. His fangs rested against her pulse, aching for a taste. His wolf howled.

Steel hands landed on his shoulders, a bellow of fury torn from his throat as he was ripped from his woman.

He spun and lashed out, his strong uppercut connecting with an equally strong jaw, but barely making his target move.

Jay’s eyes blazed. “You hitting a brother over that whore?”

“That’s my woman! Don’t call her a whore.” Raven’s anger propelled him forward with little thought, taking Jay down with a headbutt to the ribs, and keeping him down with jab after jab to the gut. Below him was not his pack-mate, below him was every other male Darcy had fucked. Jay raised his arms to block the incoming blows, but couldn’t deflect all the hits.

“You will not do this!” Mayhem roared, his arm around Raven’s neck, cutting his air supply, pulling him off the bloody mess that was Jay.

Raven grunted, struggled against the iron hold of his pack alpha, his fury blinding him. Mayhem drilled him in the side and squeezed his bicep tighter. Raven wheezed in his last breath.

“We do not fight one another,” Mayhem growled in his ear.

Reality finally registered and Raven deflated, his lungs screaming for air. He resisted the urge to fight and instead submitted.

Mayhem eased his hold a fraction. “You will not mate with this woman. She is not what you need.”

Raven’s mind fought against that statement. She was his woman. His wolf wanted to mate.

“No!” Mayhem growled, against his ear once again. “No, you will not mate with this woman because the second you do is the second you are no longer part of my pack.”

Raven’s wolf heard the truth behind those words. Mayhem would oust him. His wolf retreated, pacing silently back, giving Raven control once again. He calmed his breathing, pulling in slow deep lungfuls of air as Mayhem released his grip a fraction more.

“You got your shit under control, man?”

Raven nodded as best he could with a huge fucking arm pressed against his throat.

“You lose your shit again and I’ll lock you up.”

Mayhem let him go and he stumbled forward, his hands on his knees, his body doubled-over he sucked in more and more air.

“I don’t think it’s a good idea for these two to be alone.” Dy helped Jay up from the floor.

Jay grunted his thanks as he wiped blood from his face with his sleeve. “Yeah. What the fuck, man?”

Raven shook his head as he forced himself to stand. “I don’t know.” He cut Darcy a hard look. “She’s got my wolf bewitched.”

She glared back at him, one hand covering her throat. He felt a pang of remorse. It had been a close one. He’d been seconds away from binding her to his wolf. Unlike her magic, that shit was totally irreversible and she had it right—she wasn’t his mate, she would loathe that bond and his wolf would suffer for it.

“I don’t think he can handle being alone with her,” Jay growled as he accepted a towel from Dy and placed it over the cut on his cheek. “If he bites that bitch…”

Raven growled and Mayhem snapped a hard look his way, a finger raised in warning. “Lock it down, Rav.”

Raven sucked in a deep breath, pushing his wolf back again.

“There’s no other way.” Mayhem shook his head. “The witch was adamant. He goes alone or no deal.”

“It’s a short trip, one night and we’re there. Don’t worry. I’ve got it under control. I just can’t touch her.”

Jay snorted. “Yeah, don’t touch her. Great plan.”

“You two leave now, you’ll make it into the state by the morning. Come daylight, separate hotel rooms, doors locked and barred. I don’t trust your wolf not to stake its claim on her.” Mayhem nodded. “We’re leaving on a flight at dusk tomorrow. You’ll meet us at the next venue, free of this situation.”

“I’ve got it under control,” Raven said.

“And you…” Mayhem turned to Darcy. “Better keep your mind off of sex. You rile his beast up and you’ll regret what will happen. Trust me on that one.”

Darcy gulped, her eyes wide, her hand still covering her neck. “I didn’t do anything…” She choked on her next words, Mayhem’s glare working on her just as it worked on his pack.

“Get on the road. Now,” Mayhem barked.

“The witch said we needed to be there tomorrow night. Why not sleep for a few hours, head out tomorrow?” Darcy said, mistrust edging her words.

“You’ll leave tonight,” Mayhem growled as he exited the room.

“There’s no way we’re going to make it before daybreak. It’s in the next state.” Darcy said, her brow bunched into a frown, exhaustion clear on her face. “Unless your wolf can drive…I’m too wiped out to get behind the wheel.”

Raven knew enough not to argue a direct order from his alpha. He was walking a fine line with the pack. She’d turned his world into a chaotic mess for one night of pleasure. He’d be damned if he let her destroy his life completely.

“We leave in five. Get your shit.” He growled as he stormed out of the room, fighting with every ounce of strength to move away instead of toward the cursed woman.

She is not your mate. She is not your mate.

Yeah…someone needed to tell his fucking wolf that.

Chapter Twelve

Darcy hadn’t slept in over twenty-four hours. She’d been running on adrenaline from the moment she first saw Raven. Sex, fear, lust, terror…didn’t seem to matter the source, she’d been revved up the entire time. As she settled into the soft leather seat of Raven’s rented SUV, she couldn’t help but feel like she was melting into it. Her body was so weary, her eyelids heavy and yet her brain wouldn’t stop running, millions of thoughts keeping her from completely shutting down. They’d been driving for an hour already and she’d hoped the lull of the car’s movement would send her into dreamland, but instead the endless road just made her think more.

Too many thoughts crowded her brain, battling for consideration. Raven and her feelings for him were easily dealt with. Must have been some kind of weird byproduct of the curse. Nothing more than that. She’d never stuck around her target long enough to see the results or experience any side-effects. All the same, she needed to get this curse lifted, free herself from Raven’s thrall and then figure out a way to right the wrongs she’d committed. If it was possible.

How many men had she done this to? At least a dozen, maybe more. She needed to know how long a cursed man usually had—days, months, years—before he succumbed to it. How much blood was on her hands? Her heart was heavy with guilt. That witch, Kat, was right. She shouldn’t have been meddling in something she didn’t understand. As much as she would love to blame Annie for not teaching her properly, she couldn’t. This was her own fault and no one else’s. She needed to fix it.

Darcy sighed as she rubbed her hand over her face, brushing her hair back to tuck behind her ear. Raven hadn’t said a word to her since they left the hotel. His shoulders were set, muscles bunched up, fingers tightly curled on the steering wheel and eyes staring straight ahead. Five hours ’til daybreak. Five hours of hellish silence, driving at breakneck speed. Werewolves, it seemed, didn’t give a damn about speed limits.

“I didn’t intend for this to happen.” All anger and defiance she’d felt before was gone. She hated the silence, gave her too much time to dwell on what a shitty person she was.

Raven snorted but didn’t take his eyes off the road ahead. “Didn’t intend for what to happen? To curse an innocent man to lust for you? You didn’t intend the agony that accompanies that kind of desire?” He snorted again, his lips curling into a sneer. “It’s called a curse for a reason, sweetheart.”

“I know you’re angry, you have every right to be. I just want you to know that I didn’t think—”

“No,” he barked, snapping his gaze in her direction. “You didn’t think about anyone but yourself. Maybe your clients. But definitely not the men you were cursing. Vengeance Dealer…fuck…” He reached into his leather jacket and pulled out a card, then whipped it at her so that it smacked her shoulder and fell to her lap.

She glanced down, recognized the black glossy card for what it was.

“I found this when I searched your bag earlier. Darcy Wells, Vengeance Dealer, Hell Hath No Fury Like a Woman Scorned.” He scoffed. “What was this to you? A game? What happened, sweets, someone break your precious heart way back when and all of a sudden you decide to take it out on the rest of us?”

She cringed, picked up the card and ran her thumb over the words he’d recited. “Yeah, something like that.” He had the truth of it and her heart ached all the more. She’d known the pain of betrayal, rejection burning so hot that she wanted to kill herself. She knew that agony and it had driven her to this—a romanticized retribution for every woman. It had felt good to lash out. It had given her the power she needed to get over her own hurt. But now facing the reality of what she’d done, she knew it had all been a selfishly driven, desperate attempt to regain her pride. She’d always thought she was repairing the broken Darcy by seeking vengeance for others, but really she’d only managed to find an outlet—a misdirected outlet for her own anger. No matter how she’d justified it in the past, she couldn’t justify it now.

“I made a mistake. I’m sorry.”

“Yeah, yeah, but are you only sorry because you got caught?” He growled when she opened her mouth to argue. “Keep it to yourself, sweets, I’m not interested.”

And so the silence resumed, except now the anger and hate was amplified and contained within the small space of the truck. No music to drown it out, no conversation to distract, nothing but the long stretch of road ahead and a three hundred pound werewolf behind the wheel. Lovely.

They stopped for an uncomfortable late night dinner break and made it to the next state by five-thirty, just enough time to arrive at the rendezvous hotel. After getting the rooms, Raven drove the truck around back, pulled into a spot in front of the hotel and killed the engine.

“We’re in these rooms.” He tossed the key to her. “Adjoining. Don’t even think about bolting. My wolf doesn’t need sleep. You even touch the doorknob and we’ll come through the wall if we have to.”

Darcy gulped and nodded, scooping up the key and her duffle bag from the floor. “I’m too exhausted to run.” And that was only half the truth of it. He might not believe her, but she was sorry and she wanted to right this wrong. Even though she threatened to earlier, she wouldn’t leave him, not until she saw this through.

The next half an hour was a haze of showering, putting on a T-shirt to sleep in and curling up under the stiff, bleachy smelling sheets. Her last thought came as the sun poked a tiny ray through the crack in her drapes and she heard a muffled growl through the wall. I hope they allow dogs in here. She snickered quietly, then gave in to blissful sleep.

What felt like minutes later, she jolted awake. She was not alone. She bolted upright. The weight of something huge on her mattress made her tumble forward until she smacked her face against something hard and coarse hair abraded her cheek. She pulled back to see two bright golden eyes glaring at her in the semi-darkness. Her fuzzy brain misfired as she pushed herself back. The golden eyes narrowed and two white fangs gleamed as a low growl rumbled, vibrating the bed. She raised a hand to her mouth and screamed.

Chapter Thirteen

His wolf was in control, after hour upon hour of her scent drifting under the door into his room, rational thought finally slipped away. He’d forced the door open and leapt to her bed as the last ounce of restraint left him.

She’d muffled her scream, clamping her hand to her mouth, eyes wide, body shaking. He breathed her in. Fear…arousal…mine.

When she scrambled from the bed, he followed her, jumping down gracefully and stalking slowly. She pressed herself against the wall as she inched toward the bathroom.

He liked to chase, wanted her to run, so he bared his fangs and gave a low, guttural growl. She froze, hands pressed flat against the wall, eyes darting from one door to the next. Three possible exits. He growled again and made as if he was going to lunge. That got her moving.

She darted right, then quickly doubled back, over the bed and headed for the door. He bolted after her, over the bed in one leap and beat her there, blocking that exit and baring his fangs. With a squeal, she skidded to a stop, spun and ran the other way, and headed for the adjoining door. He caught up quickly, nipped her ankle so she stumbled. She came to a stop against the wall once again, her body half turned.

Overcome with excitement, he sucked in deep breaths, her scent filling his muzzle so richly he could almost taste her. He remembered that smell. He ran his nose along the contour of her leg, barely touching. He liked the goose bumps that rose and the hitch in her breathing as he nudged under the shirt that fell to her upper thigh. Her scent was intoxicating. He darted out his tongue, and her taste was exactly as he remembered. His wolf was not mistaken. This was his woman.

He shifted away, licked his snout then pulled back and up, standing on his hind legs, landing his upper body with both front paws caging her in. She turned, her back pressed fully to the wall and his wolf growled with approval. She looked into his eyes with defiance and his wolf was proud.

Mark her. Mate her.

Primal urges gripped him. Her throat like a beacon to his fangs. He licked his snout again then bared his teeth.

Instead of quivering with fear, she stared at him with awe, her eyes wide, lips curled into a small smile. She raised her hands and smoothed them along his neck. If he were a cat, he would have purred. Her eyes held no reservation, no terror at being held in place by a giant wolf. Instead, she looked curious, open. She raised her hands again, this time running two fingers across his snout—which tickled—down to his fangs, which she touched tentatively. His mouth watered as he watched her take those same fingers and press them to her own throat. An invitation. The reaction was instantaneous.

The magic that forced his change at daybreak and sunset could only be provoked by extreme emotion in between. He was too young a werewolf for it to be otherwise. Her offer ignited that magic, pushing his wolf back, and he claimed his body and transformed from beast to man.

She gasped. He didn’t let her get another breath. Crushing his lips to hers, he pushed his tongue into her mouth, his hands on her ass, and nudged her hard against the wall as he picked her up. She instantly wrapped her legs around his waist, her wet pussy soaking her panties against his abdomen. She moaned in his mouth, her lust matching his in ferocity as she tangled her tongue with his—stroking, sucking, devouring.

She pushed his shoulders, then moved her hands down and began to pull her top up, her lips only leaving his as she whipped her shirt over her head and tossed it behind him. She was naked except for her panties and his cock was so hard it actually throbbed. Fuck, she had an amazing body. He pressed her back against the wall, pushing her hips so she unlatched her legs from his waist and lowered her feet to the ground. With both hands free, he brought them to her breasts, fingers spread as he cupped her, loving how firm and silky soft her flesh was. He ran his thumbs over her nipples, once, twice. The pebble sized nubs grew rosy under his touch. She rolled her head to the side and moaned, displaying her throat in such a way his wolf bayed in the background.

Mine. Mine.

He lowered his lips to one nipple, licked and then sucked the bud deep into his mouth, his fangs aching to sink in as they grazed the tender flesh. He lowered his other hand, trailing his fingers down her waist, along the curve of her hip, her skin petal soft and smooth. Dropping to his knees, he released her breast, hooked one leg over his shoulder and ripped her panties away, exposing her wet, pink little pussy—the bud of her clit nestled there. He darted out his tongue, a small taste that had his wolf howling again. He ran his tongue along her slit, pushing her lips open, plunging into her pussy and soaking himself in her juices. She quivered around him, her legs trembling as if she couldn’t hold herself up. Pulling his mouth away, he ran his thumb over her clit, circling there as he looked up and smiled.

“You’re gonna come around my cock, sweetheart.”

She meet his stare and nodded, biting her bottom lip as she lowered her leg from his shoulder, her hands running over his chest when he rose from the ground.

“You want it?”

She nodded again.

“Say it.”

“I want your cock in me.” She whimpered when he nudged her pussy with his dick, her eyes hooded, her hands pressed against his chest, fingers toying with his nipple piercings. “Fuck me. Please, Raven, I need it.”

Lifting her once again, his hands splayed across her ass, he plunged in hard and deep and she moaned in an explosion of breath. He pumped her fast, filled her with every stroke, her tight pussy like a glove, his balls smacking against her skin, getting soaked in her juices.

Her climax mounted quickly, her pussy clenching him in spasms that made him moan. Her head lolled to the side and he had to bite his own lip to stop himself from sinking his fangs into her delicate throat. He came hard, a shuddering, mind-blowing orgasm that made him dizzy. But instead of feeling satiated, he wanted more. He carried her to the bed, pulled out, then spun her around. With his hand on her neck, he forced her head down, the other hand on her hip lifting her ass up. He entered her from behind and began to stroke again, this time slow and steady.

He would never get enough of this woman. There was no magic on Earth that could fake that kind of lust. None.

They landed in a heap, arms and legs entangled, chests heaving, bodies slick with sweat and other things.

“You are amazing,” Darcy said with a giggle.

Raven smiled and pulled her closer, coaxing her head to rest on his chest. “Duh.”

She raised her head, eyebrow cocked and he winked.

“So are you.”

She playfully smacked his chest, then lay down, nestling against him despite the mess they were both in. He took a deep breath in, her scent filling his lungs, playing across his tongue. His wolf was content, satiated to a degree, not nudging him quite as insistently to mark her.

“I didn’t scare you,” he said, his tone hesitant. “With my wolf, I mean.”

Darcy shrugged as she traced circles around his stomach. “You did at first, are you kidding? A three-hundred plus pound wolf jumps on your bed and you run.”

“You…petted me.” He was confused, feeling the guilt of defying his alpha but at the same time, ready to challenge any male who would keep him away from Darcy. Was that the spell at work or something else? His wolf was persistent, desperate to have him bite her, mark her. Mine. He wished he knew what was real.

Darcy giggled. “Yeah, I guess I did.” She shrugged again. “It felt right.”

He pushed her up, sat up himself and turned her to face him. “What is this, Darcy? Seriously, I feel…” He shook his head. “I don’t know, like there’s something between us. Not a spell.”

Darcy sucked in a deep breath, raised her hand and ran her fingers down his face, just as she’d done to his wolf. “I know. I feel the same thing.”

“Is it your curse?”

She shook her head, dropped her hand to her lap. “I don’t know. I guess we’ll find out when the curse is removed.”

Raven gulped the lump in his throat, and forced himself to speak against his alpha’s orders. “It’s a trap,” he blurted. “That witch wants you in exchange for the counter-spell. Your servitude.”

Darcy frowned. “What?”

Kat had told her as much. Play along, she’d said. It was part of the plan to get Raven away from the pack and less of a threat. Annie would never set her up with someone who would harm her.

“She told Mayhem that she wants you to teach you a lesson for meddling with magic. I was ordered not to say anything.”

Here Raven was, confiding in her and once again she was lying. She lowered her gaze to her hands. “I’m okay with it. I know the plan.” What she felt for Raven was intense—a byproduct of the spell, Kat had told her, nothing more—and yet it felt like more.

Raven hitched a finger under her chin and raised her face until she was looking at him again. “You’re okay with becoming some witch’s slave?”

Darcy shrugged, tears welling in her eyes. “Maybe I’ll learn something from her. It might make me a better witch in the end. A better person at least. I hurt people, Raven. I hurt you. I want the curse removed.” She knew there was no indentured servitude awaiting her—she wasn’t in any danger of becoming a witch’s slave, and yet she was almost weeping. Why?

“And if the feelings don’t go away?”

A stream of tears rolled down her cheek. Why? Because the idea of being separated from Raven made her heart clench horribly. “Then I guess we’ll know for sure. Maybe she’ll let me go on dates.” She forced a smile and Raven growled.

“If this is real, I’m never gonna let you go, sweetheart.”

Darcy locked eyes with him, ran her hands over his Mohawk, down the sides of his head and wrapped them around his neck. “I lied to you today.”

He cocked an eyebrow, pursed his lips.

“I told you that if you marked me I would hate you.” She gulped. “I lied about that.”

His eyes grew wide. Fangs filled his mouth, elongating past his lips.

She tilted her head to the side and ran two fingers along her neck. “I wouldn’t loathe you for marking me.”

“It’s irreversible.” His words were guttural, his black pupils flashing with streaks of gold, as if his wolf were clawing its way to the surface.

“I know.” She pressed herself closer, her neck just beneath his chin. “It feels like the right choice.”

Raven’s body shook like he was reining himself in. He raised his hand to her head, fingers entwined in her short hair. “My wolf wants. It wants.” He lowered his mouth to her throat, fangs pressing against her skin. It wouldn’t take much.

“Take it then.” Darcy whispered.

Chapter Fourteen

Someone pounded on the door, jolting Raven back and making Darcy gasp.

“Ignore it,” Darcy said, breathless, giddy, feeling like this was the most important moment of her life.

Raven looked down at her, licked his lips, his fangs gleaming.

“You don’t want to do that, wolf. Open the goddamned door if you know what’s good for you.”

Darcy snapped her eyes to the door. That sounded like… “Annie?”

“That’s right, Darcy. Open this door or I’ll spell it open.”

Darcy jumped from the bed and scrambled to find some clothes to throw on before opening the door. Outside stood Annie and another woman, presumably Kat. The woman had dark hair streaked with white, its length rivaling Annie’s waist-long braid. Her eyes were so blue they shone.

“Whew, girl, you almost made the biggest mistake of your life.” Annie pushed past her into the room, toting a big bag and her companion. Kat had said nothing about Annie coming too.

“How did you…?”

“Kat is a seer, unreliable power, let me tell you.” She scoffed in Kat’s general direction. “Realized you two beat us here and hit the gas…just in the nick of time, by the looks of it.”

Kat nodded as she helped Annie heave the bag onto the small hotel table. “You’re a foolish girl. Messing with a werewolf. Do you have no sense?”

Raven growled low and long as he stalked toward the women. “What are you two doing?”

Kat refused to look at him. “We’re setting up the spell, that’s what we’re doing. You want to be free of this curse, don’t ya?” She continued mumbling. “No sense to be meddling with a werewolf. Fool of a witch, get herself killed.”

Annie took out a pouch from the bag and poured its contents into a small bowl, then lifted it to Raven’s nose. “Cleansing powder…for the curse.”

With the bowl right under his nostrils, he had no choice but to inhale. He immediately started coughing and gagging as he pushed it away. “What the fuck, lady?”

Annie smiled. “Oh, so sorry, thought you might want to see it.”

“See it?” He coughed, his eyes red and weeping. “You practically shoved it up my nose!”

Darcy frowned as she looked from Annie to Kat. There was something so odd—

“Annie…how did you meet—?”

“Kat?” Annie nodded. “I’ve known Kat for years. Expert curse remover.” She set up a series of candles, brushed her hand over the lot of them and muttered the incantation to set them ablaze.

A seer and a curse remover? Huh? Two powerful traits in the same witch…not likely. And if Annie had known a curse remover all along, why hadn’t she said something right from the start? Darcy shook her head. Odd didn’t even begin to describe the situation. “Why do you need candles to—?”

Annie waved her question away, then turned and hugged her. “I didn’t even say hello properly.” She laughed then quietly whispered against her ear. “Hush now, girl, you want to get us all killed?”

Darcy shook her head again, hugged Annie back. When she pulled away, Annie winked then resumed her strange spell preparation. There was nothing about this scene that made any sense. Darcy didn’t know a lot about removing curses but she knew enough to recognize smoke and mirrors when she saw it. These women weren’t setting up for a spell.

“What was in that powder?” Raven rubbed his eyes, took a step toward the women and stumbled.

“Raven!” Darcy made a move toward him and Annie halted her mid-step with a touch of power—a warning jolt—and a minute shake of her head.

“You’ve drugged me!” he roared.

Kat dripped the candle wax over the powder, mumbled a few words, then scooped it up and flung it at Raven. It landed with a splat across his eyes. He bellowed his rage as he frantically tried to clear the mess off his face.

His body began to contort. His bellow turned into a growl. The witches had forced a change.

Kat nodded at Annie.

“Time to go,” Annie said as she grabbed Darcy’s hand and dragged her toward the door.

“What’s going on?” Darcy screeched as Kat followed up behind her, pushing when Annie was pulling.

“That spell will only hold for ten minutes, tops…maybe less if his wolf is strong. We need to get clear of here until the Hunters arrive.”

“The Hunters?” Darcy stumbled into the cool spring day, only then realizing that she was garbed in a T-shirt and nothing else.

“Yes, girl, you’ll be safe and in their care shortly, united with your destined Hunter.”

“Werewolf Hunters?” Darcy’s mind raced as Kat’s words played over in her head. United with your destined Hunter. “What are you saying? That I’m a Huntress?”

Annie opened the door to her truck and tried to force her in. “Yes, girl! That spell you cast, the vengeance spell, didn’t ever work properly. You’d maybe feel a jolt, get thirty minutes out of it but then it would sizzle. You’re not powerful enough to wield a curse! Had a feeling something more was up when you said your spell on the wolf felt different—like a rope snapping into place is what you said. That’s why I called Kat. She’s in the Hunters’ service, on the lookout for wayward Huntresses.”

Realization dawned on her a moment later and she pushed back, taking a step away from the truck door. “This was all a set up?” She pointed at Kat. “You made me think the spell had worked! I thought I’d cursed him!”

“Way I see it, you shouldn’t have been meddling with curses anyway.” Kat scoffed, arms crossed over her chest.

“I believed myself a murderer,” Darcy hissed. “I thought I was going to find a trail of dead men that I’d cursed. That’s horrible! How could let me think that? I thought I’d destroyed Raven’s life.”

“I know this is confusing, Darcy. You two weren’t supposed to be here until later tonight! We needed time to get the Hunters in position,” Annie explained.

“You told me I was screwed! You said the wolves would kill me if they caught me!”

“I needed to get you afraid. No way was I gonna let you go to their side. This is war, Darcy. Hunters against the beasts. How did I know they wouldn’t kill you if they caught you? The wolves have killed other Huntresses before.”

“Many.” Kat confirmed with a nod.

“This is bullshit!” Darcy fumed. “If I’m a Huntress, shouldn’t I feel something? Wouldn’t I know?”

“This is not the time to talk!” Kat yelled. “Annie, let’s go!”

Annie touched Darcy’s arm gently. “Honey, trust me on this okay?”

Darcy shook her head, her gaze snapping to the hotel, her heart tugging her in that direction. There had never been a curse. No byproduct of the spell.

“Did you lure Raven here to die?” Darcy blurted the words, her brain jumping miles ahead as all the threads pulled together. If she was a Huntress… “Did you know I would be captured? That the wolves would find me? What was I, bait?” No, couldn’t be, that was too callous even for Annie.

Annie gave her a hard shove, ignoring Darcy’s questions altogether. Her shins hit the step of the truck door, forcing her to scramble into the seat, Annie following close behind with Kat on the other side.

“We suspected they’d catch up with you. Curse or not, when a wolf finds his mate, he won’t rest until she’s under his paws.” Annie finally said, picking over her words carefully. “I was doing what I thought best.”

“You are destined to kill those beasts, not mate with them. You won’t know your true powers until you bond with your Hunter,” Kat snapped. “You won’t understand your proper alliances until you have your Hunter at your side, gracing you with all of the knowledge and power of the Order.”

A howl echoed around them and Annie quickly shut her door and slammed her keys into the ignition.

“So what I was feeling…what Raven was feeling…?” Darcy gulped back a lump in her throat. Every Huntress was tied to two males—the Hunter and the Beast. Choosing would effectively put her on one side, enemy to the other. If this was all true, she could have killed Raven, even by accident, just because somewhere in her DNA lay a marker that made her a wolf slayer. She gulped back bile. Even a small cut could have poisoned him with Huntress power, effectively dooming him to a long, drawn-out death.

“The feelings were real, yes, but trust me, you want to be with the Hunters, not the wolves. You’ll feel the same thing…no, more for your Hunter,” Kat answered with a hard look. “You want to be on the side of the good, don’t you?”

Bait—Annie wouldn’t have used her like that but Kat would.  “You wanted Raven to find me, didn’t you? You lied and you lured, just to get him here with me. You wanted this to happen so that I’d be forced to kill him and take the side of the Hunters.” Because that was what would be expected. If she was a Huntress, they’d want her to make a killing blow. To kill the beast and protect the humans: the mandate of the Order.

But that meant Raven was…evil? Darcy shook her head, confusion, denial, the urgent need to get the fuck out of the truck making her panic. The wolf howled again—pain, fear. Annie threw the truck into reverse, and gunned it only to slam on the brakes with a curse. Darcy bounced off the back of the seat and smacked her head on the dash.

“The fucking pack is here!” Kat screeched as Raven’s howl was answered by his pack-mates.

With blood dripping into her eye, Darcy raised her head and glanced out of the side window. Three wolves stood around the truck, a fourth—Raven—stumbled from the hotel room. He snapped his head up, his golden eyes locking with hers, then he raised his head and howled again.

The truck bounced and the women screeched as a huge black wolf jumped on the bed and growled.

“We need to get the fuck out of here!” Kat screamed.

Annie stomped on the gas and Darcy quickly shifted into neutral. The truck’s engine revved but did nothing more than roll.

With another rough curse, Annie tried to pry Darcy’s hand from the gearshift. “You trying to get us killed?”

The giant wolf slammed into the back window, shattering the glass.

Kat opened the door, muttering angrily as she splayed her fingers toward the wolf that stood on the other side. Darcy felt the blast of power as it left the old woman, had a moment of awe and jealousy wash over her. To possess such power…

And then the wolf went flying, frantically digging its claws into the asphalt to stop the backward momentum of her spell. She muttered something else, fingers splayed again and the wolf didn’t stand a chance.

Annie jammed the truck into park, left the motor running and pushed Darcy out Kat’s side, following closely behind. “I’ve got the rear.” She screeched and Darcy felt the power ebbing from her mentor, cocooning her in magic. It should have made her feel safe.

“Raven!” she yelled over her shoulder as Annie continued to push her forward.

Kat latched onto her arm and yanked her. “Smarten up, girl. You don’t want that beast! Once you bond with your Hunter, you’ll feel the revulsion for even touching that cursed thing.”

Darcy pulled back, digging her heels into the asphalt. “You’re wrong!”

Kat stopped, her hand splayed in Darcy’s direction. “I serve the Hunters. Do not make me use my magic against you.”

“I choose Raven. I want to be with him!”

Annie gasped, mid-spell, her attention momentarily diverted from the wolves to Darcy. The expression on her face was one of confusion. “You have feelings for him?”

“Blasphemy!” Kat seethed. “You can’t feel something for a creature so vile.”

In the seconds of distraction, the wolves crowded in, snarling and baring teeth, looking the fierce deadly predators they were. Annie and Kat let her go at the same time, turning their attention to defense. Without the push and pull, Darcy went sprawling to the ground on her hands and knees. She heard a low growl and looked up through hair and blood to see Raven, ferocious. The wolves crowded closer, battling the onslaught of magic jolting them back. Four wolves, two witches; there was only so much magic one could cast.

Two wolves broke free, finding a way to penetrate the wall of power Kat and Annie let fly. One clamped onto Annie’s arm and she screamed. Another barreled into Kat, knocking the woman to the ground. Darcy scrambled toward Raven, scurrying on hands and knees, ignoring the burn of the asphalt against her bare flesh.

Raven closed the distance in one leap, circled her once, golden eyes flaring, fangs dripping with spit, looking wild, uncontrolled.

“Raven, I…”

He darted forward and sank his teeth into her calf. She stared at him in shock, a scream bubbling to her mouth as he pushed his fangs in deeper, piercing muscle until he hit bone. He clamped his jaw for a moment, and when she screamed again, he let her go, shook his head once and backed away. No blood poured from the wound and just as suddenly as the pain started, it was gone, replaced by a burn that bordered on pleasure. The puncture wounds closed, she pulled her leg closer to her body and snapped her gaze to Raven. He sat on his haunches, licking his snout, watching her. Time stopped. She felt the burn transform into a tether, like a bond made of the strongest steel, and she understood. He had marked her. She was a Huntress.

Screams of fear and pain echoed around her, pulling her out of her moment of tranquility. Annie and Kat were on the ground, cowering back-to-back as the wolves circled, taunting them with jabs and nips. Annie cradled her injured arm. Fear for her mentor welled. The wolves would surely kill her if given the chance.

“Stop,” Darcy shouted, the power behind her word taking her breath away. A wave of magic enveloped the scene and everything just ceased to move.

She gulped, rose on shaking legs, moved toward the women. Everyone, everything was still. She’d frozen them with her powers.

Her powers!

Blood dripped from Annie’s wound, saliva from the wolves’ mouths. All were still breathing—the wolves’ panting, Annie’s chest heaving, a tear slid down Kat’s cheeks but no hand rose to wipe it away. Darcy shivered, wrapped her arms around herself. She’d never in her life known such power. Never would have dreamed of it. Wouldn’t even know what to call it. It was just there, like a well of magic ready and waiting for her to draw on.

She bent down and touched Annie on the head. The old woman unfroze, resumed her shaking and moaning.

“Annie, you need to get out of here.”

Annie opened her mouth to argue but realization dawned a fraction of a second later. “You…you did this?”

She was in awe. Darcy smiled as she unfroze Kat.

“Cast, Annie, cast…” Kat’s scream died as she surveyed the wolves.

“You bonded with the beast?” Annie gasped. “Oh, girl, what have you done?”

Darcy’s smiled faded and she nodded toward the truck. “Get out of here, Annie. Take Kat and leave.” She helped Annie to her feet, hugged her as tight as she dared. “I’ve made my choice. I’m happy.”

“The Hunters will come,” Kat hissed.

Darcy let Annie go and hardened herself against the tears that threatened. Annie might be on the other side now but she would always have a place in Darcy’s heart. “If the Hunters come, I’ll kill them. I can’t hold this spell forever—the wolves are battling against it now.” Which was a lie. She felt like she could hold it forever, even with the wolves fighting her for control.

She flicked her fingers and the snarling resumed, even though the wolves were still held in place, growling their displeasure.

“You’ve made a mistake, girl,” Kat sneered as she led Annie to the truck.

Darcy shook her head. “I followed my heart. There’s no mistake in that.”

As the women scrambled into the truck and shut the door, she released the wolves. The biggest, Mayhem, snapped his teeth in her direction, a warning not to do that again, then moved to join the rest of the wolves in a semicircle around her. She was part of the pack, bonded with her mate. She would never use her powers against them.

Chapter Fifteen

“You knew the whole time,” Raven said as he accepted his second rye and ginger from Mayhem. “Thank you.”

“Didn’t know for sure, no.” Mayhem took a seat on the couch, swirling his own drink before taking a sip. He cleared his throat and nodded. “Wasn’t sure about the whole curse thing, we needed to see it through. Read in the folklore once that a wolf’s mate will bring out the beast to the extreme, even to the point of attacking a pack-mate.”

Raven ran his hand down his face and shook his head. “Damn, when I attacked Jay…”

“Yeah, it clicked for me then. Your wolf was feral, man. No way that was just a curse.” He cracked a smile and added, “Good fuckin’ thing I let it play out though. Your Huntress, she’s got some epic powers.”

Every Huntress had a power, an innate ability that was released once bonded with her destined mate. Darcy’s powers had emerged immediately and with a pow—the pack was still in awe of it, counting themselves lucky to have her on their side. Raven felt pride flush through him at the thought. His mate was a formable ally capable of defending the pack just as well, if not better, than he could.

“But you were at the hotel the whole time?”

Mayhem shook his head. “We were a couple of hours behind you, ditched the rental with Dave at daybreak and ran the rest of the way. The only forest we could use for cover took us out of our way for a while. Figured you wouldn’t get into too much trouble until nightfall anyway.”

Raven laughed, took a gulp of his drink then shook his head. “Yeah, not too much trouble.”

“David was waiting in the parking lot by the time we hit the edge of the forest. He was motioning us in the direction of your room when the howling started.” Mayhem chuckled. “Good thing there weren’t any humans milling around.”

Raven nodded. They’d had a lot of luck on their side the day before and it’d been a mess getting away. Once the witches were gone, it was still mid-afternoon. The whole pack was too hyped up on adrenaline and trapped in wolf form until sunset. They were forced to run alongside the SUV, hiding as best they could in the brush along the highway on their way to the airport, unwilling to let Darcy out of their sight. They’d cleared the state a few hours later in a private jet and put the threat of any Hunters and those witches very far behind them.

“Yeah, we were lucky, that’s….” The scent of Darcy fresh out of the shower wafted from behind Raven, and left him grasping for words. He craned his head in that direction, the urge to go to her overpowering the attention of his alpha, a major break in rank. His wolf bristled at the divide. He flicked his head back around, fighting to stay focused.

Mayhem chuckled again. “You’d better go, Rav, I wouldn’t dream of keeping you from your mate.”

Raven put his drink down and jumped from his seat with a quick nod. “Thanks, man.”

He bolted into the bedroom and shut the double doors.

Darcy stood naked, still glistening from the shower. With a smile, she trailed a finger between her breasts, down to her navel. His gaze was riveted, willing that finger to keep going.

“I thought you might want to lick me dry.”

He bit his bottom lip, wanting to taste her so bad it hurt. “Lick you wet?”

Darcy moaned as she slipped her fingers to her pussy. “Yeah, something like that.”

“I need to mark you properly.” His voice was thick, his cock hard.

She rolled her head to the side and lifted her fingers to her neck. “Here?” she teased. She brushed her other hand over her budding nipples. “Or here?”

He growled and stalked toward her, hand on his cock, stroking himself through his jeans. She giggled and darted away, only making it a few feet before he was on her, taking her down to the floor in his arms as he kissed her neck, her collarbone and finally, as she landed on top of him, her perfect, pert little nipple. He sank his fangs in there, just as she’d offered, pulling a gasp quickly followed by a moan from her lips.

He took his mouth away and smiled up at her. “You asked for it, sweets.”

She stared at him, her eyes filled with all kinds of emotion. Burning lust, ownership, something else.

“You’re so beautiful, my Darcy.” He reached up to cup her cheek, rubbing his thumb along her bottom lip. “The curse wasn’t real.”

“No, it wasn’t.”

“What I feel for you…”

Darcy smiled, kissed his thumb. “My beastie, this is just the beginning.”

My beastie. Raven liked that. His heart felt full to the point of breaking open, spilling out all these words that he’d never said before. Tender words only Darcy deserved to hear. “I feel…”

She placed two fingers against his lips, shushing him. “Just the beginning.”

She helped him out of his clothes, pushed his shoulders back down when he started to move up, and kissed him fiercely before gripping his cock in both hands and easing herself on to him.

He groaned as her tight, wet pussy sheathed him completely. Moaned long and hard when she stared to move, rolling her hips, grinding her clit against him. He reached up to cup her breasts, flicking her nipples, teasing them until they were impossibly hard.

She leaned forward and kissed him again, her tongue tracing along his bottom lip before he opened up and let her in. Her kiss was as intoxicating as her pussy, making him dizzy with desire, his climax mounting with each stroke in his mouth and along his cock.

All thoughts, all words were gone, dissolved into his body as he poured his feelings into her. Love. What he felt for Darcy was love. She pulled away and offered her throat, the delicate skin still unmarked and he knew she felt the same for him.

He growled, his cock exploded. Her pussy clenched as he gripped the back of her head, brought her to his fangs and dug them in, making her his completely.

Mine.

Content

Cursed
The Order of the Wolf - 1
Angela Addams

Dedication

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

Chapter Eight

Chapter Nine

Chapter Ten

Chapter Eleven

Chapter Twelve

Chapter Thirteen

Chapter Fourteen

Chapter Fifteen