Breaking the Mating Bond (Wiccan Haus #17)
What if the Fates got it wrong?
It’s been seven years since the death of three of Janessa Rowan’s cousins at the hands of mercenary assassins. The time has come for the remaining coven to come together and begin healing. But Janessa is in need of more. Her mate is in love with another, and she will do everything in her power to give him the freedom to allow him to be happy.
Coming to an island of witches is not Silvano’s idea of a good time, but, as a Dhampir, he has no choice but to follow his mate if he wants to feed. But what happens when what you thought you wanted starts to lose its shine and what you have seems to be moving out of your grasp. Can Silvano fight old prejudices to save his true love?
Prepare yourselves—the Rowan Coven is assembling. Welcome back to the Wiccan Haus.
Long before the sunset, he could wake from his slumbers to hear the sounds around him. An early warning system most of his kind possessed. They may be amazing hunters and be some of the most feared in the para world, but their strength came with great weakness while they slumbered.
These sounds were not the usual ones of his bride preparing for him to wake. She had always tried to be available to him when he first woke. Something he hadn’t realized he craved until she hadn’t been there to greet him as he came through the portal. She mumbled, sounds of wood moving filling the room. Had she hushed the wood? He woke with a grin. Opening his eyes, he rolled to the side to see what Janessa had gotten into.
Facing away from him, she pushed a long wooden beam into the wall only to have two more pop out in its place. The earthy scent of cedar filled the room. She placed hands on hips, staring down the wall. “Why won’t you cooperate?” she demanded in a hushed voice.
“It is cooperating.” He took mercy on her.
She jumped at the sound of his voice and blushed, making him hungry for her in more ways than one. “It is not. I thought maybe this wall held a secret compartment or something because of all the funky beams and things. Sarka laughed when I asked and said, ‘Or something.’ Blast her.”
Getting to his feet, he didn’t bother grabbing the clothes he had laid out the night before. “This is a feeding wall.”
“Excuse me?” She jumped back, placing Silvano between her and the wall as if it would bite her. Charming she chose to hide behind the one thing in the room guaranteed to bite her. “Why would they have such a thing in here?”
“For some nightwalkers and feeders, these are part of a fetish.” He moved his hand in an arc. Instantly, a half dozen boards eased out of the wall, including two at the top with leather straps attached. “You see, this is BDSM for nightwalkers and their partners.”
“You can’t be serious. Why would— I mean, have you— Is this something you would want to do…that we would want to do?”
“I have never thought about it, but, suddenly, I very much want to try.”
“Now?” she squeaked.
“Definitely now.” His cock shot to full attention.
“What do I do?” She cocked her head at the wall like it was a complicated jigsaw puzzle. He could imagine the cogwheels turning.
“First, I would recommend getting naked.”