Chapter 15 - Catra

Nora helped as she promised she would, and Catra contacted the witch in Wales, using some silver cutlery and a few half-burnt candles.

The witch, Bethan, was suspicious at first, but after Catra mentioned Nora’s name and showed her Daniel’s gold, the woman agreed. The witch was clearly old, and very powerful, and Catra felt hopeful for the first time in three days.

The weather was changing rapidly with Daniel’s transition. His magical field was so strong that everything was going to shit. It was summer in Ireland, but dark storm clouds had gathered over the Republic, threatening to crack open and drown them at any moment.

It was no better anywhere else in the Northern Hemisphere. Thunderstorms, hail, floods, and landslides were the order of the day in the United Kingdom and Europe. North America was experiencing snowfall, hail, and hurricanes in July, and the humans were all predicting the end of the world.

They weren’t exactly wrong, Catra thought darkly as she packed her bag for their trip. She crossed the room she shared with Ryan to stand in front of the window. The rips in the sky were widening.

She had to turn away from the horrific scene as tears welled up in her eyes. Catra was still overwhelmed by everything that had happened. So much had gone wrong in so little time that she probably had whiplash.

And she could not even be honest with either Ryan or Daniel yet. Not about the mating bond widening to accept another person, or about her pregnancy.

She knew that Ryan would gently accept whatever she said, and he would be delighted that he was becoming a father, but she didn’t think he would be too thrilled to have another person in their relationship that was already extremely complicated.

And there was no way of knowing how Daniel would respond to the fact that the Fates wanted him with both Catra and Ryan.

Catra knew he was attracted to her, but would he even be interested in men, the way Ryan was?

An explosion of thunder outside made her jump and she shook her head anxiously, trying to rid herself of the nagging thoughts that were burned into her brain.

She couldn’t allow her problems to overwhelm her even more than they already had, because she had only one goal for the next week. Get to Wales safely and get Daniel turned into a demon and ensure that the universe didn’t break.

And prevent a war with the demons from breaking out.

So, three goals. Still doable, but three goals.

She could deal with everything else afterward.

Catra jumped again when loud banging came from downstairs but calmed down when she realized it was only the sounds of pots clanking against one another.

Closing her eyes, she allowed her senses to travel away from her body. While her body remained upstairs, her eyes, ears, and sense of smell were downstairs where she saw that Ryan had just turned the gas stove on.

Her senses snapped back into her body in seconds and her eyes flew open. She hadn’t seen her werewolf in days. He hadn’t been sleeping much, too busy with fortifying the compound ahead of the inevitable attack by demons.

They were pretty much living together, in the house that Ryan had built for himself and his future mate, leaving Nora and her two daughters in the family home. The home Ryan had built was beautiful. It was a two-story, five-bedroom house, with two extra rooms downstairs that served as a library and a music room.

Though it was sparsely furnished, it was still cozy. The kitchen, out of all the rooms, was the most fully equipped, and Catra had come to see that her mate loved cooking.

She headed downstairs, eager to see him and discover whether he was mad at her or not. Ryan was standing in the archway leading to the kitchen when Catra rounded the corner, almost slamming right into him. But instead, he caught her softly by her arms and held her steady.

Catra had planned to talk to him, to find out how he was, but silence fell quickly. They hadn’t had a proper conversation in weeks, and they hadn’t even touched one another properly in about the same amount of time. Catra was starved for Ryan and knew he was starved for her too, so there really was no time to talk.

She also knew her mate was filled with fear at the thought of the coming days. He was afraid that something would happen to either one of them or they would lose each other before they had even properly had each other.

Catra leaned up to him as Ryan slid a hand up her neck, cupping her chin, before he reached down and kissed her. The kiss was soft at first. They were simply two lovers getting to know one another again.

But Catra was desperate. She pressed her body hard against Ryan’s as the kiss became more desperate and he moaned into her mouth as she pressed her lips against his.

She closed her lips and tongue around his bottom lip, sucking on it, as his hands slid down her body.

He was feeling all of her, reacquainting himself with her curves. Catra wore only a dress and pulled away from the kiss, gasping breathlessly when Ryan slid his hands up her thighs before cupping her butt.

He groaned again as her legs opened, and he instantly pushed his thigh between her legs.

Catra’s body was on fire and her sweetest spot was wet and aching for release.

Everything about Ryan enveloped her then, and her senses drowned in him.

Her skin tingled and sparked at the touch of his fingertips trailing lightly up her butt and around to her stomach, avoiding her slit. Her mouth savored the taste of his, and she jerked with equal amounts of pleasure and pain when he bit down on her lower lip.

She threw her head back as she started grinding herself against his thigh, desperate for any pressure on her clit.

Why the fuck had she worn panties?

Ryan moved then, as if he was reading her thoughts and removed his thigh, replacing it with one hand, as another moved to cup her titties.

She cried out with pleasure as he tweaked a nipple with one hand while he lightly stroked her clit with the other.

“Please,” the word escaped her involuntarily and was less a word than a moan.

“Please what?” His voice was hoarse, and she reached down to feel his hard member that strained against his trousers.

“Please,” she whimpered. “I want you inside me.”

“Say it louder.” He almost growled the words, and Catra knew he was as frantic for release as she was.

“Please, put your fingers inside me now!” She cried out as he lowered his mouth to her nipple, and slid one finger inside her, keeping his thumb on her clit.

Something inside her split open as he thrust one finger gently inside her, and she knew her pussy was dripping with her arousal. Catra scrambled for his trousers then and summoning some magic, she put force behind her movements, ripping his pants right off him.

His cock sprang out, tense and hard, and curving upwards slightly. She trembled as she neared climax, and Ryan felt her clench around his hand and tightened his mouth on her other nipple. Catra reached for his hard member, brushing her fingers lightly over the tip, then stroking up and down the hard shaft.

She wanted him inside her, wanted to drown in him, wanted him to come inside her, spill his seed inside her, inside her mouth.

Catra needed all of him and just the thought of him plowing into her heightened the heat at her core. She gripped the base of his cock, looking up at him. Ryan’s eyes were hooded and dark, his jaw clenched as he stroked inside her with his fingers.

It was when Catra looked down and saw the precum leaking from the tip, that she exploded.

Heat spread, rippling from her core, burning through her as her pussy clenched around Ryan’s hand. She couldn’t scream and only whimpered, her body trembling as she came down from the climax.

Ryan didn’t wait for her climax to pass but simply turned her around, bending her over and thrusting inside her.

He knew she was wet enough to simply push his dick into her, and her tight pussy squeezed around him. He growled at the feel of her wet, soft pussy around his cock and stayed still while he adjusted to the pleasure.

Then he started driving his cock into her, his hands clutching her hips, while Catra kept her hands spread out on the wall to keep herself from collapsing.

And while Ryan fucked her, images of Daniel burst across her mind. She didn’t want to think of him, of them together, not yet. But the thought of Ryan and Daniel together, both pleasuring her beyond what she could take, was the reason she was coming next.

“I’m coming.” She whispered the words because there wasn’t much strength left in her to say them louder and Ryan must have felt her pussy clench around his dick in orgasm.

He was grunting and she knew he was close, and she could feel his sweat dripping onto her back, and all she could see was Ryan and Daniel together, and she cried out as Ryan finished inside her.

They came down from their climax slowly, waiting for one another to untense, soften. Waiting for one another to forgive the other for everything that had gone unsaid. When Ryan pulled out of her, their combined juices spilled out of Catra, and she turned, getting to her knees.

She took Ryan into her mouth quickly, tasting herself on him, while one of her hands traveled to her wet slit and she started fingering herself.

He hardened in her mouth again and she bobbed her head up and down, saliva gathering in her throat and coating him, and her body lit up with pleasure when Ryan placed a hand on the back of her head and forced her to take him deeper in her throat.

Her mate must have heard her coming again, as Catra had two fingers buried deep inside herself and she lifted her hands to his ass, gripping it and fucking her face with his dick.

She knew he was coming in her mouth when she felt his ass tighten in her hands and when she pulled away, his cum was spilling from her mouth.