Page 19 of Shifting Years (Whispering Hills #5)

Moans filled our cabin bedroom as he walked me over to our bed, never stopping with kisses over my mouth, neck, and face.

He took a moment to catch his breath. "Wow…

" His gaze flickered over my washboard stomach and down to my erection.

Years ago, a bar crowd made me go down on him, even if I hadn't minded.

Now nothing was forcing us, except desire.

With a deep breath and an unmissable smile, he wrapped his lips around my cock.

Oh!

Slow at first and then faster, before slowing again. Henry never did this. Up and down, my real Alpha went, reaching for my natural slick and using it as lube. Soon, I slipped out of him, panting. Any blow job was grin-inducing, even when I didn't really come, but he was getting me ready.

"Please?" I asked.

He got the message. This would make him officially my Alpha instead of this mental limbo. With a bed creak, I lay on my back, so I could see him for our real first time. My calves rested on his broad shoulders.

His eyes shone, shy of tears. "I'm glad I found you."

I wiped my eyes. "Me too."

Henry always stuck it in, saying I was into the pain. Todd gently rubbed his cock up and down my entrance, carefully watching my reaction. The desire to bury himself deep inside me must have been overwhelming. Like a gentleman, he waited until my ass thrust toward him.

His crooked smile grew, and he leaned forward ever so slowly. I could have taken it harder, but a real Alpha takes care of their Omega. One day, I'll want it to hurt—a little—but not tonight.

With slow inches, we pushed, as my slippery hole strained to take his thickness. We both moaned as one, while his hard balls contracted against my wet ass.

He withdrew slowly, making sure I was okay. It was sweet, but we were wolves, and instinct soon took over, driving him faster with every stroke. Our small cabin bedroom filled with slapping sounds, adding to the night.

He reached under my ass, grabbing slick, and bathing my cock with it. My sugary scent mixed with male sweat, and I breathed it all in as if it were a drug.

Up and down along my dick and inside, he went, doubling my pleasure. It would have been impossible for most men, but his muscles kept me up. Several thrusts got close to my special Omega ring.

He stared out as if drunk. For all an Alpha's power, they'd get lost in their mate. Soon he'd—

My legs wrapped around his sweaty back and my vision blurred.

Repeatedly, I came on his chest, marking him as mine.

He straightened, pushing past my second ring.

The jerks were almost violent, sending warm Alpha sperm deep into my channel.

I couldn't get pregnant when carrying a pup, but my body didn't know.

More times, my slick came around his cock while my ring tightened.

I lost track of time before a familiar shimmering light show came. The power of his Other grew in him, while flying green streaks raced around his human body.

"Oh," he whispered while locked inside me.

I stayed quiet, letting him experience the Other's awakening.

He knew about wolves but now understood .

After a few minutes, my ring released him.

He stumbled back, bursting with copper-red fur as his legs and arms broke back and forward.

His face grew long with a new snout, and for an instant, he was both man and wolf.

He wouldn't stay there, and his hands widened into wide paws as his transformation completed. Together, we howled with wolf song deep into the night, telling Whispering Hills and especially my ex what we did. We were now Alpha and Omega—two and one.

Forever. Nothing will change this.

I shifted into my blond-furred wolf and leapt through the open window, landing like an Olympic gymnast. With a canine smile, I raced ahead through the forest. It didn't take long for my Alpha to playfully pounce on my back, taking me down into the nighttime ground.

A larger wolf should have hurt but didn't.

With mouths full of long, sharp teeth, we bark-laughed, playfully picking up twigs and leaves in our fur. During a rest, I offered my neck and he softly rested his teeth, not breaking the skin. Some Alphas dominated their Omegas, making them remember the moment with pain, but not him.

His tongue ran over the spot, overpowering Henry's faint whiff, so I'd smell nothing but him and me together.

***

We announced our bonding to Whispering Hills the next day, though our mating scent had already given it away. There was pride, but my pup would come soon. We needed a believable story when he arrived 'early.'

This was supposed to be the start of our life together. Mated for love. Mated for practicality. Bound by shifter tradition and a deal with witches.

But magic never gives without taking.

Henry couldn't touch me anymore. But he didn't have to.

The green U.S. Army jeep rolling up the road wasn't just an omen.

It was the price.

There's a spell to make people forget about Whispering Hills, but it's not invisible. People stop for gas and snacks before moving on to other destinations. While they're here, it's like any other town.

A familiar broad-faced sheriff with thick glasses whispered to a stern-looking, older Army man I assumed had a high military rank.

The general—maybe—barked orders at two muscled military police.

With a mechanical, yet angry walk, they approached us and shoved a letter in Todd's hands before it floated to the ground.

Soon, my mate was in a behind-the-back arm lock and handcuffed. He offered no resistance as they walked him away.

Going over would bring a world of trouble, especially with my small but discoverable baby bump. I'd help him later. The letter's title appeared below.

Selective Service System.

Order to Appear For Induction.

Far beyond human sight, but well within a shifter's, stood Henry, leaning casually against a brick wall. He smiled and stood straight with a mock salute under his upswept black hair.

Henry had largely disappeared before, and we had assumed the bayou witches would protect us both and not just me. My former Alpha looked for anything he could use against Todd and found it. Todd's number was called, and he became the thing he hated: a draft dodger.

People like Todd's father considered them the lowest of the low but one slithered under them all. Henry wouldn't serve, but he called the military, just to hurt an ex.

My man was right. Henry was nothing but a worm.

***

"Oh, I'm sorry," said Kim.

"Thanks, kid," said Todd.

"So, they really arrested draft dodgers? Wow."

They did in Todd's case. The threat of jail was enough to send others to the nearest recruitment center.

Others stayed in legal limbo until President Carter pardoned them, but a few like Todd were jailed and then fast-tracked into serving.

Sometimes, I wonder if it wasn't to send him to war, but to kill him off.

"What happened after?" asked Kim, taking me out of my thoughts.

Todd looked out into the distance. "I made wishes." He chuckled. "I'll never know if it was those ladies, or… me."

"I wish you'd stop blaming yourself. It has to be a coincidence."

Todd nodded, but the haunted stare said he didn't believe it. "Tina and Dawn told us there's power in words and we should have listened."

"Everything was okay, right?" said Kim. "I mean you're here. "

"It took me a long time to get back to 'here' kid, and I was dead for years."

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