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  "Yes, they have. Just as I have been granted my right to be with mine."

  Turning in Hawk's arms, she circled his neck. "You will need to claim me first, demon Hawk." She said his name with a smile upon her lips. Hawk narrowed his eyes just before he lowered his mouth to claim her lips. They kissed with passion, with fervor, and with all the emotion that now flowed between them. He knew she accepted that he was a demon, and she was the light in his soul.

  Chapter 10

  As the night surrounded them, Isabella knew she finally found her home. With Hawk's arms around her, there was no where she would rather be.

  A clearing of a throat brought their attention away from their kiss. Peter stood before them, looking every bit the powerful lord. His eyes flashed with a new light, and his clothes, with their crisp cuts and elegant curves, fit his body making him appear ten years older.

  Isabella looked at him and knew she made the right choice.

  Peter bowed at the waist.

  "Thank you, Isabella. It pains me that my mother was so wrong. Yet, I know that it needed to be done. There have been many good lives lost to her greed."

  "You’re welcome, Peter." Isabella pulled Hawk to her side, and he wrapped his arm around her waist. "If you hadn't given me that spell, I would never have found the one home that I have missed all my life. I would never have found Hawk."

  Peter looked from Isabella to Hawk then stepped forward with his hand outstretched. Hawk accepted and shook Peter’s hand. "Hawk, I am sorry I threw her into your world, but Isabella couldn't die. The two of you are important to us. Now, with a little help, I will leave the two of you to your…" Peter turned to look at the crowd. "To your celebration." He smiled wide, and Isabella left the comfort of Hawk's arms to rush forward and capture Peter in a tight hug.

  "Oh, Peter. I'll miss you. If I can, we'll visit. Now, take care of the coven and make things right."

  Peter pulled away and cupped her cheek. A low growl came from her back as Hawk stepped forward placing his hand on Isabella's shoulder. Peter dropped his hand, grinning at Hawk.

  "I will, Isabella. I will."

  As Peter stepped away, Hawk raised his hand, and Peter disappeared back to his realm.

  Isabella sighed, and Hawk turned her to face him. His eyes were bright, and his face was set in stone; Isabella wanted to tickle him or something just to make his features soften. Instead, she drew up on her toes and planted a kiss on his lips. That caused him to break his tough visage. He smiled.

  "How about we finish what we started earlier,” she said deviously.

  With no further words needing spoken, Hawk snapped his fingers and transported them to his room where Isabella was laid upon the bed in her gown. Feeling a bit uncomfortable, Isabella sat up and started to work the laces in the back of her gown.

  Strong hands stopped her progress. "Isabella, I want you to know how much you mean to me. I have dreamed of you often since seeing you. Being in your presence, I cannot help but wonder which God has bestowed such a treasure upon me. I dare not even ask because I worry they will ask me to return you. I cannot. I will not."

  With a finger upon her cheek, he ran the warm digit down over her chin then down to her exposed neck. He continued to touch her over her collarbone, and that small pleasure made her shutter. Her body tightened with a long suppressed need.

  “Finding you, Hawk, has opened my world up to me. I never thought I would find a place that would feel so much like home, and I have found that here with you.”

  “So, you can see past me being a demon? I am not all bad.”

  Isabella placed a finger to his lips. “Shh. I know. I can feel you inside me and know you only take those lives which threaten the world above.”

  Hawk opened his lips to pull her finger inside. He wrapped his warm tongue around the tip of her finger. She felt the caress all the way down to her womb. She clenched the muscles there. Leaning forward, she set her lips upon his. The kiss was powerful, explosive; full of all the love they felt for each other.

  Isabella’s heart felt overjoyed as she wrapped her arms around his neck. With his hands behind her, he worked the laces free then slipped the gown off her shoulders. The cool air rushed across her breasts causing her nipples to pebble. The gown fell to her waist as Hawk’s hands touched her bare back, then moved to her abdomen, and then up to cup her breasts. Her breath hitched.

  Pushing his jacket away from his shoulders, she worked it off then threw it to land somewhere in the room. Their clothes ended up in piles as they lay naked on the large bed. The sheets were cool, making Isabella laugh and shiver. Hawk raised his hand, creating a large fire in the hearth beside the bed.

  The warmth of the fire instantly rushed over her, bringing a sigh to her lips.

  Hawk covered her body while he started kissing her neck. She couldn’t believe how lucky she was. Hawk made her body yearn for so much. His lips felt like the flames from the fire licking at her skin. She enjoyed every bit of it.

  With hands touching and caressing, Hawk slipped a finger between her legs through the soft curls found there until he touched the slit of her labia. Isabella’s breathing kicked up a notch fueling her anticipation.

  “Please, Hawk.” She wasn’t sure what she was begging for, but she knew there should be more.

  “Mmm, I so love to hear you say my name with passion lacing your voice,” Hawk whispered against her ear while he nipped at her skin.

  Finally, with another swipe over her moist slit, Hawk entered her with one finger. Her back arched, and her breath seized as sparks erupted behind her eyelids. It felt so good to have him there. He worked in and out stroking a deep place within. Her toes curled as a wave grew inside her. Each thrust of his finger made the wave grow higher until finally it crashed over her, making her cry out into the room.

  She grabbed at his shoulders hugging him close. Then, she felt him shift; something larger now sat at her opening. Isabella couldn’t wait, so she arched her hips making him dip inside her. Hawk pulled away some but didn’t completely let his cock drop away. She could still feel it resting close.

  “Hawk. Now!”

  He looked into her eyes. “You must understand, Isabella, when I break your womanly barrier, you will be mine. Forever. Can you accept that? Accept me?”

  Without any further thought, Isabella knew the answer. “Yes, Hawk. I accept you, and all that you are.”

  Hawk smiled the smile Isabella so loved to see. He pulled back with his hips then sank in with one powerful stroke. Isabella sucked in a breath as the slight pain startled her. She squeezed Hawk tightly to her as he lay there inside her. Then, once her body loosened, he began to rock back and forth, causing a friction of pure heat.

  She couldn’t believe how full she felt. Isabella could swear she could feel him in her throat. The pain was pleasurable as his cock massaged her into a frenzy of desire. This was how it was supposed to feel. To love, to give every piece of yourself to the one you knew would hold it dear. She had no doubt Hawk would do that.

  As their bodies moved and swayed, as their hands touched backs and sides, Isabella and Hawk let their climax rise higher until they both screamed their release into the room. The sound of their passion bounced off the walls.

  While they lay in the bed together with Hawk’s arms wrapped tightly around her, Isabella knew her life was finally going to start.

  Chapter 11

  Peter sat in his room in the house, which once belonged to his mother. Her room was down the hall now empty. It was a good thing she had been killed; otherwise, the coven would have ended up evil. He somehow knew that. Over the last few months, his mother had been doing many spells alone and would often come out of her trances with passion filled eyes. They would glow a deep red, indicating she was playing with the wrong gods.

  Now, the coven was his. He would make a great leader. He knew. Although it came a little sooner than he planned, it was the way the gods planned, so he would live up to his place.

  It was we
ird how it all worked out. If he had not remembered he had purchased the spell from that lovely woman in the village, then Isabella would be dead now. With his powers, he had divined the couple would be very important in keeping his coven safe.

  If only he could find someone to rule by his side. He was young, he knew, but it would be wonderful to have one woman to share some of this burden with him. Peter sighed.

  This was no time to think about that. Now, he needed to address the coven and tell them he was the leader. Some wouldn’t like it, but most probably would. They had all seen the changes in Rita of late. Many actually told him he needed to do something about her. Well, he supposed in a round about way, he did.

  Peter got up and went to his closet. He pulled out the deep black and purple cape, wrapped it around his shoulders, and tied it. Looking in the mirror, he noticed the harshness to his features. His eyes seemed darker than the normal blue, and he could swear he was even a little bit taller. Maybe the last few days had matured him, getting him ready for this moment.

  He took a deep breath then went out in search of Adam, who would be his right hand. Yes, he would be perfect.

  Peter rounded the corner and ran into Carrie. Her eyes grew wide as she took in his appearance. Instantly, she smiled and bowed her head.

  “Hello, High Priest.”

  Was it so obvious? Yes, he guessed the coven would know when power had been transferred. They would feel the tug on their own.

  “Hi, Carrie. Do you know where Adam is?”

  “Yes, sir. He is in the front room.”

  “Good, thank you. Now, will you tell who you can, I am calling a meeting.”

  “Yes, of course.” Then, she stepped forward a little bit and whispered. “I am glad you have taken your mother’s place.” Then, the girl rushed off, leaving Peter shaking his head.

  Finally, when he found Adam, the young man was lounged in a large chair with a book draped over his chest and his eyes closed. His glasses were perched lopsided on his nose. Peter laughed.

  Adam stirred then opened his eyes.

  “Hey man.” Adam swung his legs to rest his feet on the floor. He grabbed the book, placing it on the table.

  “So, you’ve taken over your mother’s position, huh?”

  “Yes, I have.”

  “Well, it was bound to happen. Anyone knows when you mess with the dark arts, things just don’t turn out good.” Adam fixed his glasses while he studied Peter.

  “So, what’s going on?”

  “I want you to help me out. I need to someone by my side that I can count on. And you’re the man.”

  “Cool. I’d be honored. What’s with the cape, though?”

  “I need you to call the coven together. I want to make this official.”

  “Sure, I’ll get them all together for you.”

  “Great. Then, I’ll see you shortly.” Peter sat down as Adam rose and started to leave the room. He stopped in the doorway and turned around to face Peter.

  “Oh yea, for your first order of business, we had someone try to sneak into the house while you were away. We locked her in one of the rooms downstairs.”

  Her? That perked Peter’s attention.

  “Really? What did she want?”

  Adam shrugged. “I’m not sure, but she wouldn’t talk to any of us. Just kept talking about the leader. I’m not even sure she knows we are witches. Anyway, I’ll see you shortly.”

  As Adam left, Peter leaned back in his chair and closed his eyes. Before him he saw a beautiful woman wearing what appeared to be a white gown. Her face was streaked with dirt, and her auburn hair flowed down her back in gentle waves. She paced the small room as if she were a predator waiting for its prey. Peter looked closer, and right behind her, he saw the ghostly shape of a white tiger following her steps.

  Peter jerked as his eyes flew open.

  “Oh shit!”

  The End