Two
Gypsy Caird
Holy shit! His thick as fuck Scottish accent is making me wetter than I was before. He pulls me back towards him, and once again I am thrown into a whirlwind of emotions as he devours my mouth. My lips tingle with a sensation that isn’t unlike static electricity. His huge calloused hands tangle in my hair, while my hands grip the back of his shirt near his waist. I am trying to climb this man. In freaking public. A man I just met.
I can tell he is a shifter. His ridiculously bright green eyes give him away, but he feels like everything to me. I cannot adequately explain why I feel the need to leave my coven in a lurch, and so suddenly in the middle of the night. It is time. The five-a.m. flight from Louisville, Kentucky with a six-hour layover in Charlotte, North Carolina was uneventful, but I couldn’t get my mind off the destination: JFK airport in New York.
I woke at three o’clock this morning covered in sweat and tears. Getting out of bed, I took a shower thinking it would help. Instead, I saw him again. He was on an airplane and everything in me was screaming “it’s time.” The handsome big bear of a man, who graces my dreams. Before I knew what I am, I thought it was odd that I dreamt of him so frequently. Never the same dreams, but the same boy and then the same man. Him and the cutest little brown bear cub.
Bears quickly became my favorite animal. I studied them like crazy. I even made my parents take me to the zoo every weekend just so I could be near them. Then I would cry because the majestic creature was in captivity. It was a vicious cycle, but I couldn’t break it. When I was older, I went on my own. Every Saturday since I was five years old, including yesterday, I was at the bear enclosure. Suddenly, everything clicks as his bear shows himself to my Light.
When I turned thirteen and my mama explained ‘everything’ to me, I knew he was mine. Of course, I already knew all about the Light, from years of schooling. How we only use magic for healing and growth. In extreme cases, it can be used to protect our loved ones and kill the evil doers. But, we must never utilize it for ourselves as it can become addictive. Those, whose Light manifests itself in a dark color are cast from the coven, though we haven’t had anyone like that in over sixty years.
The only issue was that I didn’t know how to find him. When I was fifteen, I tried to conjure him to me, but I wasn’t strong enough.
I am too different. An outcast, a freak. I never imprinted to any male in our coven, much to my father’s dismay. He was blessed only with girls and his status is completed by the matches that are made by my sisters and I. My Light burns brighter and hotter than any other in my coven, even the elders. It has been a source of contention for years, but all of that is behind me now.
My coven whispers behind my back, because they dare not say anything to my face. I am the Light for the Monster. First of my kind to present this way. It made no sense at the time as the rest of my coven is Light of the Light. What we were not able to decipher was how my Light pertains to the Monster.
My mama said that the answers would come to me in time. She helped me as I learned my craft the best way she could. But, when I told her I was leaving this morning, she simply said that she has taught me all she can. I was not to worry, because I would be back before the frost, married and with a baby in my belly. The first frost in Kentucky is in late December. This excites me as I know I would never sleep with anyone but him. I kissed her beautiful pale cheek and left. However, as I stand before this giant bear of a man, my bear, it makes complete sense.
I am not one hundred percent sure how all this works, but I have no choice. He calls to me on a primal level. Forming an unbreakable bond with Duncan is all I have thought about for years now. It looks like it's about to be a reality.
“Are ye goin’ to say something, Gypsy?”
“Do I really need to say anything? This is a done deal, right? You can explain the particulars to me later.” I know nothing of how to be his Mate. How to please him and if the things I am feeling right now are chemical or I’m inexplicably in love or both. As far as I know, a witch has never mated or married a shifter, so I am going into this blind. Blind, but excited and ready to leap.
“I suppose not,” he says running his thumb along his bottom lip. Fuck, that accent is gonna be the death of me. “Ye know what I am? What I am capable of?”
“I do. Do you know what I am?” I question, and he stares at me for a minute.
“There isnae an animal in you,” he says quietly.
“No. Is that a problem?”
“Not at all.” His smile makes me weak in the knees.
“Do you have a car? I feel like we are supposed to be at a haunted house upstate.”
“I feel it as well and I have a car. We should go, people are staring.”
“And? At least you didn’t mount me right here in the terminal with that massive cock I felt digging into my stomach.” For some reason, I thought he would be mad about my foul mouth and lack of filter, like my father and his friends, but he surprises me by moving his lips to my ear.
“Don’t fecking tempt me, lass. I will claim you here and now if you keep talking like that,” he growls in my ear. The goosebumps on my arms and the shiver down my spine at the sounds of his deep masculine voice is enough to tighten my core. I can feel my juices running down my thigh. Before I have a chance to be mortified, Duncan inhales deeply. When our eyes connect again, his are even greener than they were a few minutes ago. So bright and full of lust. I want to give myself to him right the fuck now.
“God damn Gypsy. Dinnae fecking tempt me with that. We have got to get out of this airport before we are arrested. Is this yer only bag?”
“Besides my purse, that’s everything I own.”
“You brought everything you own?”
“Yes. I somehow knew that Louisville would never be home again,” I reply shrugging.
He just nods and picks up his tiny duffel bag, slinging the strap over his shoulder and grabs the handle of my giant suitcase like it’s nothing. It almost seems not fair because I was really struggling with it, even with the wheels. His free hand takes mine and as we walk to the parking garage and I marvel at the size difference between us. He doesn't seem like a monster, but I know that can change in an instant and I have never wanted anyone the way I want this man right now.