Page 18 of The Wolf and the Witch

* If you couldn’t tell from last sentence, there’s spice ahead. Skip next chapter to avoid spice.

Consummate

She watched her wolf through hooded eyes. Hunger carved his face, green eyes abandoning the color in favor of blood red. She moaned at the first brush of his lips against her wet folds. His tongue slid against her, and she rolled her hips into the sensation, starved for more of his mouth.

Claws dug into her skin when his hands came up to spread her wider for his feasting. Greta abandoned her perch, letting her back lay flat on his desk, shoving aside anything behind her. Pleasure crested, waves of it threatening to drown her. Her ears rung with the sounds of her gasps and moans filling his office.

The wolf growled against her core, sending vibrations into her. The first peak of her orgasm teased her. She wanted to dive off the edge, but his careful licks tormented her.

“Geralt, please!” she screamed.

As you wish, mate, he voiced in her mind, lips sucking her clit into his mouth. She exploded with a cry, imagining waves crashing into the shore. Her mind toyed with her, sending her sounds of rain splattering the wooden roof above their heads. Geralt’s mouth stayed on her, returning to gentle caresses as she found her way back to earth.

She grinned up at the ceiling, pleasure flowing freely through her veins. Her limbs relaxed on the hard surface of his desk. She remained smiling until she realized her mind wasn’t playing games.

The unmistakable sound of rain hitting the roof filled the quiet space of his office.

Shock and fear warred for dominance, snapping and snarling at each other. Stiff-limbed, Greta pulled her legs from Geralt’s shoulders. She hopped from the desk, eyes frantically searching for her undergarments. She couldn’t look at him while pulling her clothes back on, cheeks flushed red.

Her magick became a quiet hum, but the sound of rainfall concerned her. Her magick never slipped from its leash and affected the weather.

“Greta, we need to talk,” Geralt was saying while she internally panicked over the loss in control. Magick always demanded a price, and she couldn’t fathom what price she’d pay for manipulating nature’s domain. Her mind trifled through a multitude of spells geared toward placating a Goddess.

“Mate,” Geralt snapped out loud and in her head. She whirled on him, temper flaring at his audacity.

“I’m trying to speak with you about something important,” he amended in a softer tone. Her gaze ran over his white button down and brown slacks. She averted her eyes after tracing the hard outline of his cock, the one she hadn’t had inside of her yet. She tried striking the word yet from her vocabulary.

“What do you want, wolf?” Greta fired back, jumping into defensiveness. Dark brows furrowed at her. But she didn’t take her words back. She needed several moments to think and also plan when she remembered her purpose in his pack. Coming on the Alpha’s tongue wouldn’t rescue his daughter from a sadistic king.

“I want to talk about the bond—” He broke off, looking up at the ceiling. She internally cringed. He must’ve realized it started raining after her own storm broke.

“I don’t think it was supposed to rain today,” he said, returning his eyes to her. She noted the return to green, trying to not lose herself in his gaze. Her thin shoulders shrugged. She didn’t owe him an explanation for her lapse in control.

“What about the bond? Is there a way to undo it?” His lips twisted into a fierce scowl at her words, muscles shifting as he prowled closer.

“You want to undo the bond?” he asked in a deceptively soft voice. Greta stood her ground, back stiffening with his slow approach. His eyes pierced her from several inches above her head. She couldn’t believe she never noted how much he towered over her, but then again, he never intimidated her like other Lycans. He affected her so differently, dismantling her defenses.

“Isn’t that what I said?” she asked, resisting the urge to lean closer to feel his lips on her again. Her body shuddered when he brought a claw tipped hand up to circle her throat, thumb brushing across her scars. She closed her eyes, body listing forward, leaning into his touch.

His effect on her baffled her. She wasn’t sure if she could explain it all by the bond. He simply made her want. Before her escape, she assumed she lost the ability to desire anything. Her entire being called out for Geralt.

“No.” Her eyes flew open at the one word. Her eyes searched his.

“No?” she breathed in the small space between their bodies. Full lips curled upward, a mocking tilt taunting her.

“I said no, witch. We’re not breaking the bond. Until my Abbi is returned, you have the protection of my body and my pack.” His hand dragged her forward, body colliding with his chest. Breath fanned her overheated, flushed face. “And in the time you’re here, I plan to claim you as mine. When I’m done, you’d never believe you ever wanted for anything else.” His face closed the distance, soft lips caressing hers.

She opened her mouth for him, welcoming the familiar brush of his tongue. She tasted herself on his tongue, an odd tingle tightening her nipples.

“We will consummate this, Greta,” he whispered after pulling his mouth from hers. She felt bereft when he removed his hand, stepping back to put distance between them. Shaking her head and blinking rapidly, she tried calming her heart.

The door to her right served as a beacon, and she walked to it, forcing the feeling of eyes stalking her away. She needed to run far and fast from the Alpha at her back if she wanted to maintain her sanity. He made her want things she shouldn’t.

Making Plans

Trepidation filled Geralt as he walked to the one room in the house he hadn’t visited in years. Voices drifted to him down the hall, wood creaking beneath his feet. Whoever had been speaking stopped upon hearing his approach. Geralt marched on.

Abbigail’s old bedroom door stood slightly ajar. Unsteady hands pushed the door open, his daughter’s stale scent slapping him in the face. He forced himself to step inside, finding Gabriel setting on her bed, a teddy bear in his hands.

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