Chapter 12: Reunited

In the two long months after the supernatural attack on the Silverclaw Masquerade, Silvana dedicated herself to her father’s harsh training.

In the mornings, she would bury her nose in ancient spellbooks, learning the ways of incredible witchcraft. In the afternoons, Solaris lectured on the history of seals and spirits in the city, and in the evenings Silvana practiced rigorous spells until midnight, when she was afforded five hours of rest to do it all over again the next day.

She was mentally and physically exhausted, though not enough to stop her from calling Bruce each and every night to be lulled to sleep by his brave tales of fighting the spirits coming from the red lightning.

Some nights, she would whisper him to sleep under the cover of her blankets --warm and hidden from the world-- about how she’d like to guide her fingers to the button of his jeans, zip his pants down, and shove his big dick in her mouth and suck.

On those sensual nights, Bruce would lay naked in his bed, stroking himself to the sound of Silvana’s silky voice. And as amazing and hot as it felt for Bruce to cum to Silvana, he fantasized about her body beneath his, and the way he would place himself inside her, consume her with his incredible passion, and make her completely gush from his love.

Indeed, the beautiful image of Silvana had helped Bruce relieve quite a bit of stress from his investigations into the evil spirits.

And it was in unpacking the moving boxes in his hallway that Bruce discovered an old family relic that may just be his next clue to understanding what that scarlet ghost dressed in wolfskin, Cecilia Duponte, had declared about the supernatural seal being broken.

It was an evening laced with dense fog when Solaris, tired and overworked in his declining health, gave Silvana the night off from practicing her spells. She was so unaccustomed to having free time that she hardly knew what to do with herself. Amelia had been mostly absent from Silvana’s life ever since Amelia started going steady with her mysterious manly man who helped change her tire on the road. But Amelia only shared happy stories about how extraordinary her man was, and although Amelia was secretive about her relationship, Silvana was thrilled to hear Amelia so happy, even if she only heard from Amelia once in a blue moon.

Bruce, on the other hand, knew better than to disrupt Silvana’s training, but a feeling struck him that night that he needed to call her, much earlier than usual. Bruce had never been so overcome with passion for a woman before.

Even the strongest of the female werewolves couldn’t drive him half as crazy as Silvana did, and he called her, needing more than anything to feel her body on that night.

That primal desire, that intense lust, it was something he was meant to feel only with a werewolf mate.

And yet, he felt it for Silvana.

She had just dried off from a shower when she got his call.

“I think I’ve found something big,” he said. “But only a witch can help, if you’re around tonight.”

“I can be over in ten,” Silvana told him, brushing her hair and slipping black fishnets onto her long legs.

“Then I’ll see you soon, dear,” Bruce said, making Silvana pulse between her legs.

She adorned herself in a tight pink dress and ran out the door. Even the rumble from her car’s engine and the bumps in the gravel of Bruce’s driveway aroused her. She’d been waiting so long for him and hadn’t even felt his touch in months, and now the two were finally meeting once more.

Bruce’s desire for his mate was clouding his thoughts, and he paced back and forth in front of his window, watching Silvana shut the door to her car and approach his house.

He turned the porch light on for her and stood in the doorway, wearing a snug white tank top tucked into dark jeans with a brown leather belt. He swept Silvana off the entrance stairs and off the ground with one huge arm, then placed a hungry kiss on her bright lips. Silvana returned his fervor with wet kisses along his neck and cheek and face, and Bruce leaned Silvana against the doorframe, grinding himself up into her dress.

The two exhaled sharply and composed themselves, then laughed and smiled as if it’d been two years since they’d seen each other, not simply two months.

Silvana fixed her dress and stepped inside Bruce’s house.

“So,” she said, “How can I help you?”

Bruce had about a thousand answers to the question, but he took her to his room and showed her the ancient Silverclaw relic on his desk. It was a crystal ball held inside the statue of a werewolf’s clawed hand made from dazzling silver.

“This is gorgeous,” Silvana said, admiring the crystal ball.

“It’s my pack’s Moon Stone,” Bruce said. “We can use it to find spirits haunting the city.”

Bruce grinned and snickered, “Well, you can use it. Only a witch can see into such a thing.”

“This is a true fossil from very different times,” Silvana laughed, seating herself at Bruce’s desk.

“Yeah, back then our situation wouldn’t have been so complicated,” Bruce added, rubbing his hands on her shoulders.

He massaged Silvana’s back, unknotting her muscles made rigid from all her hard training.

Silvana let out a soft moan, placed a hand on Bruce’s, and kissed the edge of his wrist.

“Let me work on this, babe,” she whispered, glancing back at him. “And then you can work on me.”

Bruce continued to massage the middle of her back, slowly making his way to the strap of Silvana’s bra.

She concentrated, placed her hands over the Moon Stone, and said, “Tu Fui, Ego Eris.”

The crystal ball glowed a deep fuschia, and the pictures on Bruce’s investigation board began to flap as a wind blew throughout the room.

“What’d you see?” Bruce asked.

“I saw the seal made by my father. I don’t know where it is, but it’s weakening, and it’s looking bad.”

But Bruce wasn’t focused anymore. “I guess that means we’ll have our hands full,” he whispered in her ear, tugging the back of her dress down. He ran his tongue on her skin and down to her bra, and he unhooked the strap with his teeth.

The black bra fell onto Silvana’s lap, and Bruce grabbed both of her perfect, naked breasts. He stroked her nipples and incessantly kissed her neck, until his desire for her became so strong that he started nibbling and sucking the skin while she moaned out in pleasure. Silvana spun around in the chair, put her hands on his chest, and squeezed at the fabric of his tank top as she pounced to her feet and messily kissed Bruce on the lips.

She yanked her dress to her feet and stood in front of his bed in only her black stockings and thong.

“I need you right now,” Silvana said.

Bruce took out a condom from his back pocket and Silvana fiddled his jeans open. She rolled the condom onto his piercing erection, and he shoved her onto the bed.

Silvana made a noise somewhere between a sexy moan and laugh of joy, and she slid the fabric of her thong to the side to make way for Bruce.

He entered her slowly, lovingly, desirously, and Silvana’s eyes rolled back into her head with pleasure.

Then they both let it all out.

Bruce thrust inside her and Silvana felt each throbbing pulse pushing her into the soft bed. She released moan after moan as Bruce fit his hands into hers, and the two remained locked and connected as they matched each other’s movements.

Bruce was so good, and so big, Silvana couldn’t help but scream his name as she orgasmed. She clenched his hands harder and bit down on the edge of his tank top, then wrapped her legs around his waist, bringing him even closer.

“Tell me I’m your mate,” she whimpered, her legs seizing as Bruce sucked her round breast.

He rubbed his tongue on her nipple, gliding it on her chest, kissed her on the lips and looking her in the eyes told her, “You’re my mate, Silvana.”

And with their bodies in complete harmony, they both orgasmed. Silvana felt the condom fill with Bruce’s warmth, and she clawed at his back, surrendering to the greatest pleasure she’d ever experienced.

The two huffed and were ready to lose control on each other again, when Bruce heard multiple car doors shut outside.

“Who’s that?” Silvana asked, pulling bed sheets over her.

Bruce stood up and peered through the window’s blinds.

It was his pack, and they looked angry.

“Stay here,” Bruce said.

Then from the back of the dozen gathered werewolves, Kurt made his way to the front.