Total pages in book: 8
Estimated words: 7011 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 35(@200wpm)___ 28(@250wpm)___ 23(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 7011 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 35(@200wpm)___ 28(@250wpm)___ 23(@300wpm)
“I want to take this slow, but I don’t think that I can,” he growls after pulling his lips away from mine. I whimper at the loss of them.
“Don’t,” I whisper, shaking my head, sealing our fate.
Now, he’s on me, like the animal he is inside. He growls, wrenching my sweater over my head. From what I know about shifters, he can’t feel this way, can’t do this, with someone other than his mate. Smiling, I reach behind me and open the clasp on my bra. His fingers snake up my arms and catch the straps before he slowly trails them down my arms.
“You know you’re mine, don’t you?” he demands. My lungs are working overtime to get enough oxygen to make my brain work, and I feel the absolute need to have him flowing through my veins. I nod, unable to speak. His hand grabs my chin, making me look into his eyes. His pupils are dilated beyond anything I’ve seen before. “Answer me, Seneca.” I feel the muscles in my back bow to his tone. What the hell is that? He’s not my alpha. Unless whatever the hell this is between us is making it so.
“Yes, but I need to tell you something,” I begin hesitantly. Even though he’s a strong alpha shifter, witches are pretty much second-class citizens. I get it thought. Witches can make anything happen; more to the point, you can’t tell what’s real and what’s been conjured. Others believe we are sketchy at best. Other witches outside of our own covens don’t trust us.
“Do you belong to another man?” he asks, his facial features turning dark.
“No, of course not,” I reply defensively.
“Then it can wait until after I’ve claimed you,” he says, and then he kisses me again, giving me no chance to tell him things might get a bit weird. Oh well. He’s a big, strong werewolf. He can handle a little witchcraft.
No other words are spoken between us as we rip each other's clothes off. Hands are everywhere, and I feel so freaking alive. More alive than I ever had before. When we are completely naked, we take a moment to look at each other, really look at each other. My eyes wander down the hard planes of his chest to the V at his hips. Lower still, my eyes widen when I take in the impressive sight of his cock. It’s huge, hard, and an angry color. I watch with rapt attention as his big hand grips the length and strokes. I might be drooling. The urge to let him fuck me is too strong to deny.
“Holy shit,” I whisper. My eyes head north when he chuckles.
“You keep looking at me like that, and this will be over before it really begins,” he says, making me giggle nervously. He takes a deep breath and growls, stepping close to me once again. The heat coming off of his body is unreal. “Your arousal is intoxicating.” The rasp of his voice in my ear sets me even further on edge. When he lowers me to the floor, I do nothing to stop him as his lips traverse my body. Every so often on his voyage, he lightly nips my skin with his teeth. Each time I gasp like it’s the first time.
Then he spreads my legs wide and looks down at my pussy. He licks his lips, and I swear I can see his canines extended. The thought of that sends a delicious shiver through my body. My pussy feels like it’s vibrating, though that may be my magic. My most intimate self is on full display. No one has ever seen me like this, yet I can’t bring myself to be shy about it. Suddenly, his tongue lands on my clit; I jump, practically out of my body. He puts his hands on my hips, holding me still. Then he begins to eat my pussy in earnest. I moan, and despite his hands on me, I grind myself into his face seeking more… everything from him. Seeking what only he can give me. I can feel my orgasm rising. My body is shaking with anticipation. I will never forget this moment. I come with force, and I can feel his growl against my skin. After I come back down to Earth, he licks my pussy lips before kissing them. He kisses both of my thighs and sits up on his knees and nestles himself between my still parted thighs. He pauses and looks down at me.
“What’s wrong? Are we done? Why did you stop?” I ask, reaching for him and running my nails down his chest. He drags his hard, impossibly hard cock between my swollen, wet folds. My breath catches in my throat, waiting and wanting him more than I’ve ever wanted anything in my entire life. This pause is killing me.