Sisters By Chance - The Dawn (Book Two)

The Cost of Failure

Raven's POV

I'm alone in the dim forest - hidden from watchful eyes. I need to be alone right now.

Doggie has devoted every waking hour to planning. So they have a solid plan, or several, to be honest. It's good and all. I'm just having a hard time remembering everything. I've been to more meetings after the first - answering questions about everything between heaven and earth. Besides that, I've been practicing defense spells and one particularly tricky charm I need to nail for our first plan to work at all.

I know I have been threatening to turn Harry into a teacup for weeks, but the truth is, I'm not sure I could turn him into anything, let alone turn him back.

I've been hiding in the woods daily, practicing. And I have yet to succeed. No matter how hard I try, I can't seem to get it right. The rock I have been practicing on hasn't done what I want it to. It has shrunk, and I gave it an ear, but that's it. Red sparks erupt from my wand as I throw it to the ground screaming in frustration, 'what the f**k is wrong with me?'

I groan aloud as I fall to my knees on the moist moss, pounding the ground with my fists. Pouring all my anger out in a rhyme of profanities.

I've attempted to talk to Doggie. I tried to tell him; I'm not sure I can do this. But he didn't listen. He only told me he trusted me and ran off to another meeting. The thought of our interaction makes me giggle hysterically. He has officially made his greatest joke. How can he trust someone who barely knows the meaning of the word?

Kayden and Tobias are occupied with training, so they're not helping me either. They're all trained for what's to come. As if every hour spent on a training ground could make a difference. It's not like they could progress more in mere weeks than they have until now. If this falls apart, it's all because of me. Not them.

I rest my head against the ground, absorbing the coldness from beneath me - letting it calm me. I can't seem to tolerate being surrounded, but I can't stand being alone either; what's the middle ground?

What's the perfect amount of togetherness and loneliness?

The sudden sound of a twig snapping makes me jerk my head up to look around. The fight or flight makes the hairs stand on my neck and arms as I scramble to reach my wand, grasping it tightly. My ears are ringing, and my heart hammers hard in my chest. f*****g wolf's all around. I should have put up a shield, but I thought I was alone.

A line of blond fur shimmers between dark trunks, and I relax, sinking back onto the ground - breathing a sigh of relief as I yell out for him.

'Handsome?'

A gush of soft sun rays hit the massive form as he struts towards me, his tongue hanging out and his tail wagging high. His fur bounces as he trots up to me and happily knocks his head against me on the ground. He rubs his head against me, so I grab hold of it to not be pushed back onto my back.

'You've been following me?' I asked, still holding onto his snout. His head bobs up and down, pulling me with him as he goes. I hug his head and laugh as I fake scold him, still bobbing up and down.

'That's stalking, mister!'

I'm swiftly pushed down on my back and pinned between his giant head and the ground. My dress crawls up on my thighs along with the long oversize hoodie, exposing my legs to the earth beneath me. He yaps playfully as an overgrown puppy over me. His cold and gruff tongue licks my chin.

'Stop it! Stop it!' I squeal as I try to push him off. But he crawls on top of me, and I feel his paws along my body as he places his head on my shoulder, huffing softly in my ear before becoming still. I stroke his furry neck and enfolds his head again. I can barely reach around him, but I find one of his ears and scratch it. He purrs like a satisfied cat on top of me, and I smile like a Cheshire cat into his neck. So here we are, two cats, lying quietly: me under this massive blanket of blond fur and him on top of a tiny, hopeless witch.

'I'm failing, and If I do, it all goes to hell!' I mumble into his warmth.

'Harry doesn't have time to help me with this. He doesn't even have the time to listen. What will he think when he realizes I can't uphold my part?'

Thor makes a sound reminiscent of a snort or a huff. But I don't understand what it means. So I sigh exponentially.

'Thank you for listening, handsome. It helps!'

He rubs my ear with his snout, making me giggle again. He relaxes at the sound, and I feel him become heavy on me - as if he wants to merge his body with mine. 'Eas up, big guy. You're heavy!' I gasp.

He does as I ask, and my lungs fill without resistance. We stay on the ground, and I'm looking past him at the forest ceiling, mindlessly twirling his fur between my fingers. My back is moist and cold. But my chest is warm. I mindlessly pet him as I mumble all kinds of things in his ear, letting him in on my life. The sun sets gradually, and the afternoon becomes shady. Not until I shiver from my wet backside does he jerk on top of me and sit up.

'I should probably go back. Do you wanna join me, or do you have somewhere to be?' I ask as I whisk my braids over my shoulders, pull down my dress, and brush my clothes free from fur, pine needles, and twigs. He lowers his body to the ground, nudging me towards his side. I've been riding Harry back before and know what he wants. I quickly climbed onto his back and felt him between my thighs, making me clench them together around him. Cold air swept over my thighs as my dress slipped back over my legs, and I wiggled my ass to adjust it. A soft growl escapes him, and a thrilling jolt travels through my body, making my peach tingle. Having him on top of me was cuddly and all. Having him between my legs is something entirely different. My mind gets a life of its own, and I'm lost as he suddenly takes off in a direction I believe is home, making me bouns softly on top of him, pounding and rubbing my peach gently. All kinds of: emotions, thoughts, and feelings rush through me, and I'm doing my best to contain them, it, myself.

I chew on my lower lip and try to forget the moist building between my legs, but it doesn't work. I try to focus on the dark sky above, the sturdy trunks, and anything else around me. But it doesn't work. Everything makes me imagine things I shouldn't. I still want to climb this man as a f*****g tree. I leaned forward to redirect the movements, but the pressure ended on my pearl instead, making me sit back up with a gasp. Thor lifts his head, looking back at me, and I wave him off. He bares his teeth as if grinning before looking forward again. The unfamiliar feeling of a blush creeps up on my cheeks, and I take deep breaths through my nose.

What the f**k is wrong with me? I'm going straight to the bathroom and taking a long shower. A long and hot shower. That's for sure...

*

I sigh hard as I finally see lights glow in the distance. This is becoming unbearable, and I need release. But for some reason, I don't want the animal under me to know the struggle inside me. The man has made it very clear that he had no intentions of appeasing my wishes. However, the animal gives me completely different signals. He growls lowly, sending new tingles through my peach, making it clench. He holds out the growl, keeping the vibrations running through me without letting it up.

'Stop that!' I hiss, grasping his fur tight. Probably pulling out some hairs in the process. His shoulders shake as if he's chuckling, making me bounce again. He f*****g knows!

'Animal,' I snort, but it only makes him "chuckle" more.

Fine, two can play this game. Thor can't see it in the darkness, but I feel my face crack up in an evil grin as I breathe in deeply, getting myself ready. I relax my legs and sink down, giving myself more. More contact and friction. I roll my hips, massaging myself against Thor's back, moaning. Leaning forward, I push my pearl down on him and feel him stiffen before suddenly stopping the growl. I push myself down on him and whisper, 'this feels really nice, handsome!' Teasing him.

I'm not sure what the outcome will be, but I'm hoping to play with fire will pay off for me tonight. At least I'm getting some revenge.

The outskirts of the forest come closer with every single roll of my hips and step Thor takes. Somehow his steps seem to become slower and more apprehensive as my movements become faster and more determent.

Then he stops.

'What's wrong, handsome?' I pant against his neck as I caress it with my nose. A shiver travels through his body. Thor shakes his head and sinks to the ground, making me sigh as I climb off him on shaky legs. I guess this is my stop?

'Thanks for the ride! I'll see you around.' I tell him as I walk off as confidently as possible - under the circumstances. I feel tears burn behind my eyelids as I tell myself to walk with my head high. Disappointed is an understatement. My face burns from the heat, and my body trembles as I breathe deeply. Holding back the tears as they try to push forward. A shadow in the corner of my eye surprises me. I see him move. And in the blink of an eye, he's in front of me, blocking my path. He slowly stalks toward me, forcing me to back up, away from the lights.

'Hey, what's wrong, big guy?' I ask shrewishly. I pull my arms over my face drying my eyes with the long sleeves. I look over my shoulder into the thick darkness, then back at him again. I haven't offended him, have I? I've been taking it easy, just teasing him a tiny bit. Right?

I try to sidestep him, but he blocks my move like a fluffy wall forcing me to keep backing up. I stumble over a root and fall against a tree trunk. The impact makes me gasp for air. Rough flat bark is hard pressed against my body. A low rumble is heard as I see him lower his head, still coming toward me. My ears are ringing, and my heart hammers in my chest. I've been trapped like prey in the darkness, unable to move and unwilling to try. I'm as scared as I'm intrigued by this. He hasn't harmed me yet. But would he do so now?

Something in me tells me I'm safe. However, whatever that part is, it has no control over my racing heart. My breathing becomes shallow as I press my hands against the trunk behind me and close my eyes. Waiting. Air is blown against my thighs, then a wet snout pushes in between them, sniffing me. Goosebumps spread all over me, and I let out a breath I didn't know I was holding.

'Perv!' I moan through the darkness, only to be met by a hissing sound reminiscent of a chuckle as he rubs his snout against my core. I feel him breathe in deeply before I hear him growl while I comb through his fur with my fingers.

'Don't you growl at me! You did this!'

My words hitch in my throat as I feel his tongue lick the inside of my thigh - my legs tremble from the sensation, and I grasp him tightly. A new moan escapes me. I'm not even trying to hold it back. Why would I? He knows. He has felt it, smelled it, almost tasted it. Trying to hide behind silence wouldn't fool him more than it could fool me.

He backs up and leaves me to lean against the trunk on my own. I pant and readjust my dress, pulling it down so as not to slip above my ass. Popping and snapping sounds echos in the darkness. Through my eyelashes and in the backlight from far away: I see the shape of a man take the wolf's place. I can't see him, just his contours. I don't know if his eyes are midnight blue or baby blue.

Is it the man or the wolf?

Do I even care?

He says nothing. He only stands there, watching me as if waiting. I feel the rise and fall off my chest, matching the movements of his shoulders. He's so close, yet far away.

In a state of trance, I raise my arm through the darkness - my fingertips reach him, and I let them glide down his firm chest. Slowly, savoring the feeling. Coldness sweep over my skin as my fingers fall, and I expect them to hit the bark behind me with a thud. Instead, a warm hand grabs it softly, and waves travel over my skin as lava seeps over the ground. He steps impossibly close. Letting his body heat wash over me, pushing the cold air far away. My cheeks burn in the darkness as I tilt my head back to look at his face. He's so close. I lick my lips at the thought of his. As if reading my mind - he tilts his head down, placing his forehead against mine. I feel his hot breath fan over my face, nose, and lips. Sending new shivers down my spine. Large, rough hands sneak over my midriff, grabbing me firmly to keep me in place as he breathes in my air deeply.

'Little bird, you smell divine!' A dark voice hums through the darkness. The rasp is there, but not the light tone. Thor is the one in control.

'All because of you, handsome!' I confirm in a hushed whisper while licking my dry lips once more.

His large hands slide over my hips to grip my waist tightly, massaging my body carefully as if he doesn't know what to do, and it occurs to me that he doesn't. He rests his head against my forehead, nuzzling me softly as he pants. He's so careful, so soft. Seconds become minutes, and I can't stand not getting more of him. I need more.

I grab one of his hands, guiding it down over my hip. I feel him tremble as I lead his fingers up my thighs and between my legs. My dress slid over my hips with his rough hand moving under it. A gasp escapes me as he presses his fingers against my lower lips, sliding back and forward over my underwear. I use his hand to rub myself as I lean against the trunk for support, pushing my chest against him. His breathing hitches and I move my head to trace his chin with my tongue and lips. Trailing it as I have dreamed, down his throat and chest. He moans, and I feel his open lips against my forehead. f**k. I need this!

'Thor?' I moan shamelessly as I tilt my head back, looking up at him through the dark. His words are strained, barely audible, as he answers. 'Yes, little bird?'

'Do you wanna make me happy?'

'Yes!' He growls darkly against my ear before licking it with the tip of his tongue, trailing its outlines, then back down again. The hot air from his breaths fans over my skin, making me burn with pure lust.

'Then I need you to give it to me a little harder,' I beg him while spreading my legs, letting his hand in further between them.

'Yes!' He purrs, taking my earlobe between his lips and sucking it. I feel his tongue twirl it, melting me like wax. He nibbles and bites down my neck and shoulder. His hand moves on its own accord between my legs - roughly stroking the damp fabric. My guidance is no longer required. I let him go and reach around his neck, holding myself up as he pushes against me. Thor uses Tim's fingers, slipping my panties to the side and making contact with my bare skin. I'm soaked. He easily plows past my lips, finding my pearl as if he's a magnet and I'm metal. The contact makes me whimper, squirm, and grab his silky locks hard. He growls against my neck. Sending new tingles down my spine.

'Divine,' I hear him moan into my neck as he nibbles it again, caressing it with his teeth. His firm handling of my peach is divine indeed. He rubs steady circles creating an insatiable need for more. I'm a panting mess as I feel him slide between my lips, finding my aching hole and filling it with a finger.

I groan into his ear when he pumps in and out of me, letting the darkness carry my moans and whimper through the evening - along with the wet claps from his working fingers. I pinch down on him, desperately trying to hold him inside my velvet walls. I don't want this to stop. Ever.

'You like this, little bird?' He pants. Licking my neck and throat. His stiff member rubs against my hip up onto my midriff, making me nod furiously, unable to speak.

'Tell me you like it, little bird. I need to hear the words!' He begs, his voice being so husky yet soft. Waves of emotions crash through my body, overpowering me and bringing tears to my eyes. I feel them roll coldly down my cheeks as I gasp - telling him what he wants to hear. 'Yes, yes, yes! I love it! Please don't stop!'

He fingerfucks me with determination, pounding me against the sturdy trunk. His mouth kissed every inch of my neck, making it moist. But now he's sucking the same place at the crock of my neck, hard, grazing it with his teeth. The knot in my lower abdomen holds me relentlessly in a tight grip, unwilling to dissolve. He pushes his palm onto my pearl while adding a finger stretching my clenching hole while making me scream into the night. Stars dance behind my eyelids while cold pearls keep rolling down my cheeks. I'm pretty sure I have died and gone to heaven.

'Mine,' I heard him moan before covering my mouth with his lips, pulling me into a deep, needy, rough, and divine kiss. It's as if fireworks go off inside my body, and electricity shoots through my veins - frying the knot and pushing me over the edge. My body quiver and quakes as my walls clamp down on his fingers. They keep sliding in and out of me, and I feel my nectar gushes into his hand as my legs buck from under me. My fingers are tightly intertwined in his hair - I'd kiss these lips for the rest of my life if I could. They're perfect!

I let Thor swallow my screams of pleasure while slowing down his sweet abuse of my body to let me come down from my high. Soft, tender kisses rain on my lips, leaving traces of cold moisture behind. I kiss him back sporadically while trying to regain control of my still-quaking muscles. I whimper as his fingers slip out, leaving my pounding hole empty.

He leaned his forehead against mine again, letting me breathe while breathing my air, calming down alongside me. I lick my lips, savoring the taste of him. I hear him moan. Then he captures my tongue, sucking it before his lips dance over mine again. The kiss turns from needy to soft and tender in a heartbeat. The lava keeps seeping through my every vein.

'Wow! That was, wow!' I breathe into his mouth.

'Say my name!' He hums against my lips, his voice impossibly soft, holding a tone that makes the air around us vibrate and my peach clench.

'Thor!'

'No,'

A jolt of electricity shoots through my body, making my head jerk back to look up at him despite not being able to see much in the dark. My mind and heart race in my chest as he looks down at me from above, his eyes glimmering as they look into mine. Adonis!

'Tim?' I gasp.

He nods slowly, rubbing his face against mine.

'Tim!' I breathe again. His fingers tremble as I whisper his name into the night. Is it him now, or was it him the whole time? Why? Is this a new way of messing with me or something? The storm of questions creates turmoil inside me.

'Why'd you do that?' I ask him as new tears burn in my eyes. He sighs hard while trailing kisses down my neck, back to the spot at the crock of my neck. I hang limply around his neck, letting him do what he wants to me. I suddenly don't have any strength left to act. Being with Thor was one thing; he's been nothing but kind to me, Tim, on the other hand, has been clear about not wanting anything to do with me. Has he not?

Yes, he asked my forgiveness. That doesn't mean he likes this, me. Are they even allowed to want different things? They share a body and mind, don't they?

'You're disappointed?'

'Confused!' I admit.

He hums and nods against my neck before covering it with his mouth and sucking it again. The treatment makes me involuntarily moan into the night.

'You feel this?' He growls against my skin, making it prickly from goosebumps. 'This need, this unbearable desire?'

I nod stiffly through the tension while trying to contain the spread of it through my body. Tim keeps sucking my neck greedily while pushing against me. He sighs in satisfaction while placing both hands on my hips.

'You're exquisite, little bird! Perfect! And all I want in this world.'

'You want me?'

'Yes!'

'Why?' I breathe as I stare through the darkness, focusing on the faint lights far away. An unsettling feeling creeps through my brain, clearing some of the lustful haze I've been lost in.

'Why?' I ask again, harsher this time, demanding an answer.

His whole body trembles as he sighs and lets me go, taking a step back.

Anger flared in my heart, a rage I didn't know I could feel. I see him hang his head, not willing to look at me as he utters the words. 'Because you're mine...'

Mine? I know what that word symbolizes in their society. The rage burns as a blazing fire in my chest, making tears stream down my face. But not from lust this time, from anger and hurt. All I ever wanted was to find someone I could love and care for, someone who'd love and care for me. My dream had been Lucas for so long, and I had to give that up. My new dream was togetherness: to have what he has. Feel what he feels.

If I'm his. Why didn't he claim me when he met me at the hospital? Why had he been cold and dismissive? Why, if I'm his?

The answer is ringing in my head, his words; I wouldn't touch that if I was you, she's a witch! He didn't want me, and I'll spare him the embarrassment of a witch for a mate.

'I'm not!' I hiss, fired by my anger and hurt. The large man before me whimpers as he falls to his knees, grasping at his heart. He sinks down on his palms, clawing at the ground while taking short, shallow breaths. The sight of him makes the fire go out as if a bucket of cold water was thrown on it. My heart suddenly aches from longing and need. I want to take him in my arms, hold him and comfort him. But my hurting mind won't let me. However, I can't stop the tears as I whimper;

'I'm not... You didn't claim me, so I'm not.'

He jerks as if struck by my words, looking up at me. His eyes glisten from tears in the dark. He shakes his head, opening his mouth, closing it, and then opening it again.

'Please, Raven.'

He used my name, breaking my heart. It sounds so soft and beautiful when he says it. He's the only man in the world that makes it sound right. And I wanted him.

'I wanted to, I did, I was scared!'

'Of what people would think? You, having a witch for a mate!'

I spat the words with so much venom I could, nearly falling to the ground by the effort.

'NO!' He growled so darkly it made me stumble back before his voice turned into a soft whisper. 'You're perfect!'

I shook my head at him while pulling up my wand.

I can't breathe.

I can't stay here.