Total pages in book: 26
Estimated words: 24037 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 120(@200wpm)___ 96(@250wpm)___ 80(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 24037 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 120(@200wpm)___ 96(@250wpm)___ 80(@300wpm)
Her breasts were his first prey. He sucked and nipped, and she was powerless to do anything to stop him. Her back was bowed just enough for them to be offered for his hungry mouth, and he took them without hesitation. The underside received equal attention, as did the valley in between. In the exact center of her chest, he sucked vigorously. The accompanying sting told her he’d marked her.
And she rejoiced.
She wanted to belong to Drake, to know that he’d always be there for her. She also wanted him to belong to her. Being what he needed, doing what he wanted, was as strong a need in her as breathing. Hazel had no doubt he would make any sexual experience most pleasurable, so why was she resisting?
Any thought she might have been entertaining was yanked from her mind when one of Drake’s fingernails lengthened into a claw. Using it to cut away her sweats, it wasn’t long before he had her naked except for her shirt.
Dipping another finger into her pussy, he pulled back the gleaming digit. “Still deny you’re excited?”
“Are you going to talk all day or fuck me?”
* * *
Fangs exploded in Drake’s mouth and his claws lengthened as his sexual appetite was stimulated almost beyond endurance. Unexpectedly, his transformation went no further. He expected Hazel to recoil, to refuse him, fearing he’d hurt her -- or worse, become an animal as they had sex. She definitely wasn’t ready for that. She didn’t, however. In fact, her eyes got wider and she grinned.
“Do I look good enough to eat?” The cheeky comment wasn’t exactly her style, but Drake could smell how turned on she was. She was definitely going to get into anything he wanted to do to her.
Which is how it should be with mates.
He knelt between her legs and took a long, wet lick. Her cunt was ambrosia. Nothing he had ever experienced could compare to the sweetness of her taste. Her whimper was the sweetest music his ears had ever heard.
“Mmmm. I’d say you were definitely good enough to eat.”
Latching onto her cunt, he sucked. And sucked, and sucked, and licked, and sucked some more. By the time he’d finished, Hazel was no longer whimpering. She was screaming.
At the top of her lungs.
And Drake had had enough of this little game. He wanted more. He wanted to be buried balls deep inside that wet cunt.
Growling, Drake ripped the ties holding Hazel’s wrists and ankles with his exposed claws. He had no intention of tying her when they had sex, but there was no reason he couldn’t use Ralph’s strange contraption to his own advantage. With one swift move, Drake spun Hazel around and she stumbled, landing with her belly over the bar -- just where Drake wanted her.
Jerking the snap on his jeans loose and the zipper down, he barely remembered to dig a condom from his back pocket and sheath himself before grabbing Hazel’s hips and plunging into her with a sure, fast stroke. She bucked against him, not fighting him, but moving with him. She looked back over her shoulder and bared her teeth.
Over and over he sank into her. Harder and harder she pushed back against him, meeting his thrusts. He fisted his hands in her hair, pulling her slightly upright. “You are mine -- my mate of the moon. Accept me as such and give yourself into my keeping.”
He knew she had no idea what he was talking about, but he couldn’t stop himself from demanding it of her. When she hesitated, confusion on her lovely face, he let go of her hair and wrapped his arm around the front of her leg to find her clit and flick it.
She screamed again. “Yes! Anything you want. I can’t stand this! Let me come!”
Her order was not that of a submissive woman, but of an alpha witch. She was every bit as powerful as he and, though she didn’t yet fully realize her potential, she took to her new role with a vengeance.
Their previous mating was exploratory -- she followed where he led and everything was designed by Drake to maximize her pleasure and guide her where she needed to go. This time, Hazel became a demanding lover, giving as much as she took, but always pushing him where she wanted him to go.
He smacked her ass, a sound whack leaving a pink handprint on the left cheek. “Is this the way you want it?”
“Yesss!” Her hiss was animalistic, as were the shrieks and shouts coming from them both.
Over and over he slapped her ass, always leaving his mark, always with a positive response from her. Soon, their coupling was almost violent in its intensity. She gripped the bar at her waist for leverage; he held to her hips or upper thighs to pull her to him repeatedly.