The Witching Hour – Mount Bell Read Online Marteeka Karland

Categories Genre: Fantasy/Sci-fi, Novella, Paranormal Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 26
Estimated words: 24037 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 120(@200wpm)___ 96(@250wpm)___ 80(@300wpm)
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Was she crazy? She knew what she was doing would enflame him beyond reason, but she did it anyway. Something about having Drake on the edge of control excited her beyond belief and she simply had to sustain it. The wilder he got, the better she liked it.

And wild she was going to get, if the look in Drake’s eyes was any indication. In three quick steps, he reached her and whipped the towel from her body with a sharp, crisp motion. Settled himself between her legs, his groin rested in the cleft of hers, his belly to her belly, his chest to her breasts.

“You drive me wild, little witch. But you’ll have to wait for what you want. I said I intend to make love to you first, and that’s exactly what I’m going to do.”

He reached for the nightstand and a condom package, but Hazel stopped him. “Not this time. I am yours, Drake. And you are mine. Make love to me.”

His mouth descended to hers and his tongue licked at the seam of her lips, seeking entrance. He pumped his hips rhythmically, as if he were already inside her, instead of merely rubbing her clit like mad with his fat cock.

She expected he’d keep that up a while, then tease her as he’d done previously, but he didn’t. On one up stroke, he shifted his angle and was inside her with no effort whatsoever. He never missed a stroke. If not for the change in his eyes, Hazel might have thought he didn’t realize he had thrust inside her. She arched her back and bared her neck to him as she whimpered.

“Impatient, are you?” Hazel managed to squeak out her question, not at all sure why she was pushing him so much.

“Asking for it, are you?” His chuckle sounded very strained.

“Apparently. What do you intend to do about it?”

He shifted his position slightly and maneuvered a hand between their bodies, found her clit and pinched it gently. “Come, witch. Now!”

Hazel was sure that they heard her screams in another zip code. Like Jupiter maybe! She couldn’t stop the thrashing of her body as it pumped convulsively into Drake’s, trying to get more from him, milking her own pleasure for everything he could give her. Drake bared his teeth and growled, never missing a stroke. The tendons and veins in his neck stood out as he roared at her, yet he didn’t come.

With one last, powerful surge, Hazel wrapped her legs around Drake’s hips and held him inside her as tightly as her muscles would let her. It was a few moments before she relaxed enough to let him go.

“Now,” he growled, “tell me what you want.”

Hazel took a deep breath and plunged in. “I want to know what I need to do to prove I can be your mate.”

He froze, predatory lust blazing in his eyes. Growling, he took her mouth again. Time after time, he surged forward, deep inside of her. Animalistic growls and grunts emanated from his throat and he nipped and scored her flesh with his teeth and nails. With several mighty thrusts, Drake’s cock pulsed and spasmed inside her, setting off her own orgasm once more. Her body was exhausted, but she still wanted more. She needed more.

“Drake?” She tried valiantly to pull her mind from the sexually induced haze that had overtaken her body. She caressed his cheek, and his head descended to her right breast, pulling at the nipple gently, sensually.

He buried his face between her breasts and kissed her chest one last time before standing and pacing away from the bed a couple of steps before turning to face her again.

“To be my mate means that you accept all of me -- everything that I am. The wolf included.”

Hazel wasn’t sure what response he expected from her, but the one she gave him apparently wasn’t it. She couldn’t help it. Uncontrollable laughter bubbled up inside her and she clutched her sides.

The disgruntled look on his face said it all, but he added his comment anyway. “That wasn’t supposed to be funny, Hazel.”

“Oh, Drake!” God love him, he just didn’t get it. Her giggles started all over again when she thought about all she’d been through with this wonderful, beautiful man. How could he possibly think she couldn’t accept him -- all of him.

Drake’s sullen expression helped Hazel get herself under control again, and she rose from the bed and crossed to him. Embracing him, she told him the only thing she could think of to ease his fears.

“When I was a child, my grandmother told me all kinds of fantastical stories. One was about the long line of witches in my family. The other was about their familiar counterparts. In all of those tales, the witch’s familiar was also her husband.” Hazel smiled, backed away from him and sat on the bed. “The familiars always came in the animal form of canines or felines, and once the familiar and the witch chose each other for a mate, nothing else mattered to them.” Scooting her bottom back on the bed and placing her feet on the edge, Hazel spread her legs and lay down. “Love me, Drake. Love me with all that you are.” His growl vibrated through her body. “You’ve had me as a human and as a mixture of human and wolf. Complete the cycle and let your wolf self take what he needs.”


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