Page 36 of Fated to the Wolf Billionaire

Icouldn’t tear my gaze away from Fiona, not if an entire battle raged behind me. Terror filled me after I watched her get struck by lightning, but still she didn’t descend. Her form grew hazy, hard to make out in the torrential downpour that had soaked me to the bone the second it started to fall.

Karissma was alone in the center of the lake, its formerly still waters raging as if against invisible attackers. She braced herself, hands over her face as she shouted into the hurricane-strength wind that tore at her clothes and hair.

I couldn’t hear a thing except the howl of wind, could taste and smell nothing but rain, the storm consuming all my senses. Drowning me. Caressing me.

It wascallingto me.

No, that wasn’t right. It was Karissma. Screaming my name at the top of her lungs, trying to reach me.

I leaned into the wind, wading back into the choppy waters with all my strength.

When I stood before her, her ancient eyes were filled with terror.

“What’s happening?” I asked, screaming into the wind so she could hear me.

“I don’t know! I released my spell, but she hasn’t come down. I’m too depleted to force her.”

I looked up, barely making out the shape of Fiona’s legs from here.

“Fiona!” I bellowed, my wolf lending me strength as I called to my mate.

That was when I felt it, funneling through the pack bonds. Kane, pouring his own strength down the bond, filling me.

“Fiona!” My voice echoed, fueled by the high alpha’s own command.

She spun like a dancer, eyes shining amber through the storm, a smile twisting her lips when she saw me.

“Reed.” My name was a whisper on the wind, and then I was flying, arrowing through the air toward Fiona.

I careened into her, both of us grabbing at the other with desperate fingertips, trying to stop my flight.

My heart was pounding a mile a minute in my chest, but her expression was serene, a satisfied smile on her lips as her hands roamed over my back, not the least bothered by my sopping clothing.

“You came for me,” she said with a satisfied purr, pressing her lips to the base of my throat. Hot desire poured through me at the contact, but I couldn’t let myself get lost in it.

“I did. We need to get down from here.”

She laughed, the sound throaty and full as she threw back her head, holding out a hand to caress the storm raging around us.

I held on to her shoulders, trying not to imagine whatever magic held us suspended like this wearing out and us plummeting to the lake below.

I probably wouldn’t die, but having all my bones smashed would hurt like a bitch. And my mate was no wolf; I couldn’t let her be hurt by a fall like that.

“Something’s gone wrong. The spell isn’t supposed to do this. Kari isn’t causing this storm,” I shouted, trying to make her listen to me instead of playing in the rain.

She frowned at that, threading her fingers into my hair. “You don’t like it? This is such a good storm.” There it was again, that purr of pleasure as she rubbed herself against me, and it finally clicked.

Fionawas causing this storm. Every drop of rain that splattered against her blue skin seemed to soak into her, fuel her. Awe warred with worry as I looked down, seeing my pack mates buffeted back into the tree line by the vicious weather. The males guarded the females, using their bodies as shields against the lashing rain. It was not diminishing at all, instead growing with every happy undulation of her hips against mine.

“It’s a powerful storm,” I said, not wanting to insult her and this newfound power, but needing her to see reason. “But it’s hurting the pack. Look.” I pointed to where they huddled, their fear palpable through the pack bonds now that I’d noticed it.

“Oh,” she said, uncertainty finally seeming to filter in when she realized what was happening to everyone else around her. She blinked up at me, confusion twisting her features, her deep-blue lips. The amber sheen of her eyes flickered, her own mismatched blue starting to show through. “I didn’t mean to hurt anyone. It’s such a beautiful storm,” she whispered, her voice getting sucked away by a gust.

I could tell she was nearly there, trying to come back to me, break through the hold her powers had over her. Just like my wolf, her primal side had taken control. She needed some kind of push, something to ground her.

I wove my fingers into the strange black hair that was both hers and wasn’t, gripping the back of her head as I pressed my lips to her deep blue ones, taking advantage of her gasp to plunge in deeper, teasing and tasting.

She kissed me back with fervor, molding herself to me until I felt her melt against me, the fight going out of her all at once. I pulled back, relieved to see her eyes back to her beautiful blue and gold.

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