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  “I’m sorry, Cherie,” he moaned, crawling on top of her. “Fast now. I must feel you.”

  She was so wet, her thighs were already soaked, the moment he slid into her body she squeezed her pelvis down around him. Betty was home, in his arms. Gerard kissed her, pumping hard, twisting his hips in an infinity motion, hitting her G-spot over and over.

  Betty cried out, her legs jerked, as her entire world faded to black. “I’m so close, baby,” she grunted, and with one last shove, they howled in unison, falling into the hardest orgasm she’d ever known.

  Then it was her turn to show him how much she loved and needed him. She pushed him onto his back, much the way he’d done her so long ago, and took his still hard cock fully into her mouth, still tasting herself on him. He moaned long and hard, his large hand framing the back of her head as she pumped up and down, humming low in the back of her throat.

  “Cherie, my love. My heart,” he murmured a constant stream of endearments, his hips flexing into her mouth. His smooth skin like satin on her tongue, and then his body stiffened. “I come, my love.”

  Betty took all of him. The taste was salty, but sweet. Not bad. She smiled and he grinned.

  “Turn over,” he commanded, and her eyes widened.

  “You’re not too tired?”

  He laughed. “I’m not like one of your mortal men, Betty. I’m the best lover you’ll ever have.”

  She shivered at his words and flipped over, her heart beating uncontrollably in her chest as he slipped into her still slick warmth from behind, pumping hard. Their sweaty bodies slapping together loud in the quiet of their room. Her body tingled with fire, with heat and Betty screamed when the final orgasm rocked her. The fullness of him stretching her from behind made the orgasm seem to last forever. Then he turned her over and cradled her, whispering in French in her ear. She was his beloved, his love, his lover, his everything. Kissing her cheeks, her neck, his hot tongue dancing across first one breast then the next. Betty had never felt more in love, or more loved, and he worked his magic, her tired body came to life for him again.

  He made love to her throughout the night. Soft and slow, hard and fast. She tasted him, he tasted her and neither one came up for air until hunger finally drove them apart.

  Betty cuddled into his side after downing a full pint of coffee ice cream, she smiled as he rubbed her back. She’d never felt so spent, so wonderfully in pain in her life. Tomorrow would be impossible to walk, but she couldn’t even muster up an iota of care. She was a contented kitten lapping at a bowl of cream. Life was good.

  His heart beat a steady song in her ears, lulling her to sleep.

  “Oh, I forgot,” Gerard said. He gave her a tiny shake.

  Betty glanced up at him and couldn’t resist tracing the lines of his stubbled jaw. “Hmm…”

  “Danika asked me to tell you ‘hi’ and to please tell Trishelle she’d be seeing her soon.”

  Betty scooted to her knees, her eyes bugging as she wrapped the sheet around her breasts.

  Gerard frowned. “What, Cherie?”

  She laughed. “Oh man, that’s hilarious!”

  His lips quirked. “Do share?”

  She planted a kiss on his lips, even knowing they had forever, she didn’t think she’d ever get tired of her brutish man. He was so perfect for her, so wonderful, and love settled deep roots into the soil of her heart. “Trisha’s going to be set up with one of your boys.”

  It took him a second to think it through. “Non.”

  She nodded. “Oh yeah. Definitely. Which one do you think? Jinni?”

  Gerard’s crooked grin had her toes curling. “Non, he prefers dark meat.”

  “Wolf?” she scrunched her nose, trying to imagine her impetuous friend doing the nasty with a shape-shifting werewolf.

  Gerard snorted, his fingers gently caressed her shoulder. “I’d imagine Red would have something to say about that.”

  They gasped at the same time. “Hook!”

  “Oh my gosh, poor Trisha,” Betty giggled, only imaging how impossible that awful pirate would be.

  Then she had another thought. “Gerard?” She grabbed her pendant.

  “Hmm?” His fingers stroked her lower.

  “Now that I’m with you, can I visit Kingdom?”

  His smile was huge. “Would you like to?”

  She nodded. “I’ve always wanted to see Neverland.”

  He scoffed. “My hamlet is infinitely better to Neverland. Anytime you want, Cherie, tell me. Danika can take us between realms. I’d love to show you my home.” His blue eyes blazed. “Our home.”

  Her heart trembled and she nodded. “Though I’d still really love to see Neverland. I’m curious what Hook looks like. Just so I know what to tell Trisha.”

  Gerard shuddered. “I’ve a nude, beautiful woman in my bed. The last thing I want is to think about that ugly pirate. Come here, harpy,” he growled, pulling her in for a kiss and when he slipped inside her, he moved slow and sure, filling her body and her soul.

  “I love you, Betty Hart. Forever and always,” Gerard said and proceeded to show her just how much the rest of their long lives.

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  Red and Her Wolf

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  by

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  Marie Hall

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  Red and Her Wolf

  Copyright 2012 Marie Hall

  Cover Art by Claudia McKinney of Phatpuppy Copyright June 2012

  Photographer, Teresa Yeh

  Model, Danny

  Edited by C. C., Lea Griffith, Jennifer Blackstream, Marie Hall

  Formatted by L.K. Campbell

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  Published in 2012 by Marie Hall, Honolulu, Hawaii, United States of America

  Red and Her Wolf

  ‘Bad boys need love too…’

  Long ago there lived a beautiful child. Her name was Violet. Fair of skin, with blonde hair and large blue eyes. Born of wild magic, she was a woman with a child’s heart. Innocent and lovely, but not at all what she seemed--you see Violet went by another name: The Heartsong.

  She was the child of fairy magic, the physical manifestation of all fae kinds unbridled power. Cosseted and pampered, she grew up in isolation, never knowing who she really was, or why there were those who’d seek to harm her.

  Ewan of the Blackfoot Clan is a wolf with a problem. He’s been sent to kill the Heartsong, but the moment he lays eyes on the blonde beauty he knows he’ll defy the evil fae he works for to claim Violet as his own.

  This is the tale of Little Red Riding Hood and the Big Bad Wolf, as it really happened…

  Prologue

  Long before the Hatter met his Alice, or Gerard his Belle… a Wolf claimed his mate…

  Weak light spilled through the twisted forest.
The sky, a wash of orange and pink, threatened to give way to night. Violet shivered, hugging her cape tight around her body. Strange sounds whispered on the breeze. The call of night owls and the squeak of tiny field mice played a gentle melody in the background.

  But there was more--something slithering, creeping like the cold hand of death slinking slowly behind her. The wind whipped through her hair as she tried to brush it back. Her heart pounded a chaotic rhythm in her skull as she swallowed the bile working its way up her throat.

  Grandmother hadn’t been feeling well. She gripped the handle of her basket, fingers clenched until her nails gouged her palm. Violet never strayed from the safety of her home, never farther than the river. Grandmother had taught her years ago that beasties of the worst sort lurked beyond.

  She glanced up at the massive trees that towered above her. Skeletal branches twisted gnarly fingers heavenward. It was easy to imagine the forty foot behemoths might at any moment open sappy maws to suck her up.

  Shivering harder, she picked up her pace, nearly running. Lungs heaving now with the effort to climb the steep hill leading back to the safety of her river. Night was closing in quickly. Already the colorful splash was giving way to the inky blue of a silver studded sky.

  A raven cawed and ice skated down Violet’s spine. She swallowed hard, first noticing the bird back at the apple orchard. Yellow apples--almost golden the way they shone in the sunlight--a prize worth escaping the temporary safety of her grandmother’s home for. The gift should make her ailing Gran smile again.

  Bushes rustled behind her.

  Violet didn’t look back. She wouldn’t. To look back might make the fear manifest. Ignoring the knot of dread in her gut, she yanked at a dangling root and hoisted herself over the hill. The river was finally in sight.

  A black blur brushed her cheek. Fear slithered down her throat. The raven circled back around, and with a loud caw, dove for her again.

  Violet marched.

  “Och.” Danika--fairy godmother semi-extraordinaire--sailed through the breeze with her fairy friend like a graceful swan cutting a swath through a placid lake. “I swear that Gerard will be the death of me. He has a thing for the maids of the sea now.” She shuddered, eyeing Miriam the Delighted.

  Miriam’s large white teeth flashed at Danika as she grinned. “The man’s useless, Danika. Truly, ye should give him up as a lost cause.”

  “No,” Danika shook her head, zipping high and low, dancing through the air with the joy of a fairy with ample time on her hands. “I’ll find him his match, you mind my words.”

  Gathering her fairy dust, Miriam threw it at a pitiful looking bloom of a rose, its red drooping petals gleamed a deep ruby red when the golden dust settled upon it. The flower gave a happy chortle and waved on its thin stem back at them.

  Miriam snorted. “Are ye sure of that now? Wouldn’t ye rather seek my boon, I could tell ye quite simply who she is.”

  Danika scoffed. “No, Miriam, I work alone. I’ve told you time and again I’ll not be needing the use of your boon…” Danika narrowed her eyes, a flash of red sailed past her vision. She stopped flying and gripped Miriam’s elbow. “Did you see that?” Danika whispered, heart pounding forcefully against her chest.

  Miriam’s swirling lavender eyes scanned the valley below. Just at that moment, the last of the days light winked out like the pitiful flicker of candle glow. Kingdom was bathed in a sea of black and blue, making it hard to discern much of anything at the moment other than shadow and sound.

  “See what?” Miriam’s brown and white speckled moth’s wings flitted slowly behind her back.

  Danika frowned; sure she’d seen a flash of red. She licked her lips; rumor had it the Heartsong had been hidden here centuries ago. Unlimited power in the form of a beautiful girl, a conduit for any fairy, and power so tempting she’d had to be hidden. In the care of the only fairy known to be truly pure of heart: Jana the Green.

  Or at least that’s what the tales said, but all within Kingdom knew never to believe such nonsense. Fairy tales rarely held a grain of truth to them, and if they did, it was stretched so thin as to be transparent.

  Danika laughed. “I thought I saw-”

  A surge of power rolled forcefully through Danika, she screamed as every limb locked in place, and she hurtled straight toward the ground. A loud buzz the only thing she heard as the ground rushed up to meet her face. Danika had only a moment to throw her arms in front of her, bracing for impact, when a strong pair of hands clamped onto her vest and halted her fall only inches from the ground.

  The whites of Miriam’s eyes were large, and her breathing stilted and heavy. “Danika, what happened?”

  Danika trembled, slow to regain feeling in her limbs. “My muscles. The power, t’was overwhelming…” the words died on her tongue as the flash of red brushed by mere yards to her right.

  Miriam gasped, dropping Danika in her shock. Danika landed with a thud, air left her body on impact, and she glared at Miriam who was now visibly shaking.

  “We must needs leave, Dani,” Miriam whimpered, and Danika might have asked why, had she not just seen for herself the cause of Miriam’s distress.

  A large red wolf, stalked the maiden wearing the red hood. He padded on silent feet, moving like shadow behind her. The girl hummed, but this was not a relaxed song--more a nervous melody that vibrated through the woods haunting and eerie all at the same time.

  Miriam landed beside Danika and yanked her to her feet. They were barely a foot tall, and well hidden behind a thick gooseberry shrub, but Miriam gulped and shivered as she pointed to the large beast. “The mark, Dani,” she hissed, “the beast wears her mark.”

  The wolf’s ears twitched, and though he did not look their way, Danika knew he’d heard Mir.

  Danika clamped her hand over Miriam’s mouth, urging her friend to silence. Then another wolf loped out from behind the woods and this one was bigger. A full hands length taller, the creature more resembled a hound of hell, than a wolf. Its black shaggy coat covered the muscular form like a bear’s pelt, lush and thick, gleaming like onyx in a flame. Its hackles were raised, and it too bore the mark.

  A chain hung around its thick neck, with a small golden medallion embossed with a dragon in battle hung in plain sight. The mark was a sign of loyalty to Malvena the Black, the worst of all fairy kind--she’d turned her back on truth and light centuries ago, and though her reasons had at first been understandable (even honorable), they’d morphed and twisted into something dark and macabre.

  Seeing the mark, knowing to whom they belonged, Danika knew the flash of red she’d seen had been very real. Malvena had one goal, find the Heartsong. All fairies scorned and mocked the black hearted fae, knowing her quest impossible. The Heartsong did not exist; she was a myth, a legend, nothing more.

  The black wolf growled long and low, and birds shot from out tree branches into the air with a loud squawking cry.

  Danika’s body still crackled with surging pockets of power, making her teeth clamp down hard.

  “Come, Dani, we must leave,” Miriam tugged at Danika’s elbow. Danika hadn’t realized she’d begun walking toward the girl until Miriam stopped her.

  Danika hugged her wand to her chest, frantic with an overwhelming need to go. Not to run away, but rather, to go to the girl.

  “Dani,” Miriam groaned again, the whites of her eyes large in her face. Danika turned, ready to growl at Miriam to hush her mouth, but then Miriam started jerking. Her entire body shook, and a low moan vibrated from her chest.

  The black wolf’s ears twitched, and Danika flicked her wand, casting a protective net around them to prevent any more sounds from reaching sensitive ears.

  “Miriam,” she cried, grabbing her friend by the shoulders as she slumped to her knees on the ground.

  Miriam’s head snapped up and Danika’s eyes widened because the eyes staring back at her were a solid white and the voice that came out sounded as deep as a man’s. “The Heartsong must be saved
.”

  Goose flesh skittered down Danika’s back, Miriam was in full ‘sight’ mode. It could take hours to snap her from these trances and Danika couldn’t let that happen. Miriam was vulnerable and exposed when using her third eye.

  But if they had any hope of saving the Heartsong, Danika needed to wake her friend up.

  “Mir?” Danika shook her gently. “Wake up, dear.”

  “Save the Heartsong,” Miriam intoned, heavy inflections undulating against the translucent bubble like waves crashing upon a rocky shore.

  “Oh bloody damn, bloody, bloody, bloody damn…” Danika muttered, slapping a still mumbling Miriam on first one cheek, then the other. The skin turned crimson and still Danika slapped her. “Wake up, you gnatty old fool. You want us to save the chit; wake the bloody hell up!”

  Miriam’s head lolled around, but the whites of her eyes remained. The wolves were gone, the girl… who knew where, this couldn’t be happening. Heart thundering loud, Danika grabbed a handful of dirt and threw it at Miriam’s face.

  The fairy coughed, but still did not cease her rambles.

  Quivering, on the fine edge of desperation, Danika did the only thing she could think of. “Incendio!” she cried, pointing her wand at Miriam’s feet.

  Thick waves of amber encased Mir’s bare feet, and a shriek that made Danika’s ears ring, sprang from the brunette’s mouth.

  “My feet!” Miriam cried, blinking big lavender eyes up at Danika accusingly as she stomped the flames off, “What have ye done?”

  Danika flung her arms around her friend’s neck. “I’ll tell you later, we must find the Heartsong, Mir, she’s in grave danger.”