The Goddess and The Wolf

Prologue

I never could have imagined ending up where I was.

I focused on the man I loved, the one fighting valiantly to protect me. If only I could pinpoint the moment that started it all. Now, all I could do was watch helplessly as blow after blow landed on his battered body. I silently prayed that each strike wouldn't be his last.

How my family orchestrated this situation? But at this moment, none of that mattered. Survival was all that counted. I desperately tried to tap into the power within me, but I could only witness the relentless assault on our small town.

Witches fought bravely, but they fell one by one in their battles against the horde of monstrous creatures. Each time a witch perished, Hyacinth's cries of sorrow echoed through the air, igniting the savage hunger of the vile beings. The fights became more and more gruesome with each death, as Hyacinth unleashed devastating spells in retaliation.

"Watch out!" I involuntarily screamed as one of the creatures lunged at him from behind. He reacted swiftly, rolling and crushing the monster before it could harm him. My cry revealed my position, and suddenly, a dozen of the monsters turned their attention toward me. They crawled over the walls, determined to breach the defenses and reach me. Fear gripped my heart, sending a cold shiver down my spine. I frantically searched for an escape route.

Leaving him behind was the last thing I wanted, but it seemed the only option. Staying would only be a fatal distraction.

One of the hideous creatures seized the opportunity and leaped toward me, ready to tear into my flesh. Without a moment to react, a surge of power erupted from within me. It unleashed like an atomic blast, propelling the monsters violently through the air, away from my loved ones and allies. It was the most powerful energy I had ever felt, but I had no control over it. A scream tore from my lips as the power burst forth, snapping my head back with its force, draining my life force.

With my gaze fixed on the stars, it felt as if I were saying goodbye for the last time. Thoughts of my mother, father, and him flooded my mind. A tear escaped my eye before darkness enveloped me, and the energy finally subsided, leaving me almost lifeless, collapsing to the ground.

But as always, he was there to catch me.

"I knew I'd see you again," I whispered, summoning my last energy to open my eyes and see his beautiful face one last time.

"I've got you, baby. You're okay. You're going to be just fine. I'm here. I've got you," he reassured me through tears as the darkness swallowed me.

"No, no, no! Charlie, hang on!" His cries echoed in the blackness as I sank deeper, too weak to fight it.

The noise of the battle dissolved into nothingness, and my life was slipping away, losing all connection to the world. Hours, or perhaps moments, passed, and I could no longer feel my body, my connection to him, or anything in the dark.

Then, suddenly, a light appeared. It was faint at first, distant and feeble, but it steadily grew closer, inching toward me. A figure emerged, a woman whose identity eluded me initially. Only when she drew near enough to touch did I recognize her.

"Charlie, my darling girl!" she whispered.

"The corrupted souls were just the beginning of a long and harsh war. We have to win and protect this world from their destruction. I won't let it happen. But to win, you must survive. So, awaken, child. I shall join you soon. Now, wake up, Charlie!"

Her laughter reverberated as I was violently pulled out of the darkness.

At present.

Charlie

It was a date I would never forget, a moment forever etched in my memory.

The scent of wildflowers filled the air, almost as intoxicating as his presence next to me. Nestled against his chest, I felt an overwhelming sense of contentment. His fingers traced delicate patterns on my arm, sending delightful tingles throughout my body.

Lost in the moment, I sighed.

"What's on your mind? Something naughty?" he teased, a playful chuckle escaping his lips.

Grinning mischievously, I turned my head to meet his deep brown eyes and fixated on his beautiful lips peeking out from his beard. Each time I saw him, an irresistible urge to kiss him overwhelmed me, and I couldn't resist.

"If you keep biting your lip like that, I might have to take a bite, too," he playfully warned.

A whispered reply tinged with longing escaped my lips, "Promises, promises."

Oh, how I yearned for him to fulfill that promise.

He drew me closer, wrapping his arms around me, and our lips met in a tender, passionate kiss that started slowly but quickly deepened. My heart raced, and a soft moan escaped my lips before I could stop it.

"You have no idea how much you turn me on," he confessed between kisses, his desire evident as he pulled me onto his lap.

My legs involuntarily straddled his waist, and I could feel his arousal pressing against me through my sundress and damp underwear.

"Well, what should we do about that?" I teased, a smirk gracing my lips.

Laughter filled the air as he rolled us over, playfully pinning me beneath his chest.

His lips trailed along my neck, and his fingers skillfully undid the buttons of my dress, slowly making their way down. With my bra pulled down, his mouth found my nipple, drawing it into his mouth and eliciting a gasp of pleasure. He reveled in the pleasure he could bring, enjoying the effect he had on me.

His hand slipped under my dress, and all worries faded away as desire consumed me. My panties were swiftly pushed aside, his fingertips expertly teasing me while his thumb circled my sensitive clit. Every stroke sent tremors through my body, and I bit my lip in a futile attempt to stifle my moans of pleasure, fearing they would end this magical moment. As my breath quickened, his movements became faster, and my hips instinctively moved in rhythm with his touch.

I longed for his fingers to delve deeper, to fill the ache within me.

But he continued to tease, only allowing the tips of his fingers to penetrate me, provoking a quiet groan of frustration and pleasure. Chuckling to himself, he savored every sound and sensation, knowing the consequences of my teasing.

Then, without warning, his fingers thrust deep inside me, and I couldn't suppress a low moan. But instead of stopping, he increased the speed, precisely targeting my G-spot.

"Don't forget, you have to be quiet," he whispered into my ear, sending shivers down my spine. My orgasm built rapidly as his lips trailed lower, igniting a fiery desire within me.

"You better not come already," he playfully warned, leaving me whimpering in response.

Removing his fingers, I began to whine, but before I could say a word, his lips claimed mine again, erasing any disappointment. He moved forward, crawling up my trembling body, his beard brushing against my skin as he approached my face.

"I hope you weren't too loud for anyone to hear," he said mischievously.

I shot him a withering glare.

"You don't play fair," I pouted.

He kissed me, and the taste of myself on his tongue erased any lingering frustration. His whiskers tickled my chin, adding to the electrifying sensations coursing through me.

"Never," he whispered before capturing my lips again.

"I love the sounds you make. They drive me wild, and you taste so sweet, like honey." The undeniable evidence of his arousal pressed against me.

I raised an eyebrow, silently questioning him.

"Don't give me that look. You started this," he chuckled, his lips finding my neck once more, melting away any lingering irritation.

"We should make sure no one heard us before we continue," I stammered as his hands continued their sensual exploration of my body.

"Do you see anyone around here?" he poked fun at me.

"Please, just take a quick look. Make sure no one is coming," I pleaded.

"Alright, give me a few minutes, and I can think of someone who will be coming," he teased, laughter in his voice.

As he positioned himself on his knees, I couldn't resist pulling him back down onto me, our laughter mingling with desire. I traced my fingers along his back, wrapping my legs around his waist. With a gentle touch, my hand glided across his chest and down his body, reaching the button of his jeans. Our hands connected, and together we removed his pants, bringing him close to being completely naked. When he entered me, a surge of pleasure overwhelmed me.

"You're so wet. You feel amazing, baby," he half-whispered, his ear tantalizingly close to my lips.

I gently nibbled on his earlobe, savoring the delightful shivers that ran through his body. He let out a pleasurable groan, gripping my waist firmly and rolling us over, positioning me on top. With a fluid motion, he raised my dress, revealing my bare body.

Checking quickly to ensure our privacy in the secluded woods, I decided the chances of interruption were slim.

His hand trailed up my neck, tangling in my hair, and he pulled me down for a kiss. Simultaneously, his hands deftly unclasped my bra, leaving me completely naked. My hips began to grind against his, the friction sending a surge of pleasure through me.

Feeling my longing, he held me tightly against his chest, eagerly claiming my lips. Our tongues intertwined in a passionate dance, while his hands explored the curves and smoothness of my exposed back.

Soft moans escaped my lips as he intensified his movements, and the rhythmic motion revealed the mesmerizing sight of my breasts bouncing with each skilled thrust. Purposefully, he guided us backward, positioning me beneath his sturdy chest.

He sat up, and instinctively, my legs wrapped higher around his hips, allowing him to penetrate deeper. His left hand caressed the length of my leg, evoking anticipation that sent shivers down my spine. Meanwhile, his right hand cupped my breast, expertly teasing my nipple as his thrusts grew faster. I found myself panting, teetering on the brink of release.

Lowering himself onto his elbows, his teeth gently sank into my sensitive nipple, and that was all it took to push me over the edge.

My body tightened around him as the orgasm washed over me, causing my moans to transform into screams of pleasure.

"Turn over. I want to make love to you as you deserve," he commanded, his voice filled with desire.

Still breathless, I quickly complied, positioning myself on all fours.

He playfully spanked my ass before plunging back inside me.

"Yes, yes, please don't stop!" The pleasure built once again, intensifying to an almost unbearable level.

He firmly grabbed a handful of my hair, forcing my back to arch until my spine pressed against his chest. His other hand wrapped around my throat, asserting his dominance and pushing me to the brink of ecstasy. With each powerful movement, sensation coursed through me, and I knew he was nearing his own climax. My body clenched tightly around him, and I could feel his arm wrap around my waist, pulling me close while he reached his own release, deeply within me.

"I love you," he whispered, his lips brushing against my shoulder.

I clung to his arms, desperate to prolong the connection, to keep him close.

But I knew what was coming. The same thing happened every time we shared one of our perfect, intimate encounters. I couldn't bear the thought of it ending, of losing the warmth of his body pressed against mine, the feeling of his skin against my own.

And then, it came—the sound that always shattered the magic... my alarm.