Page 10 of Midnight Hunt

"Because? Because what," he purred, smugness oozing from his face as he slammed back into me. There was a hand brushing up my torso. I only realized it when he rolled a nipple between his forefinger and thumb. My hips bucked in response.

"Because you hunted me down."

His lips found mine again and I was lost to the slow torture of his thrusts. Building up to the sharp press into my sweet spot, teasing my nipples till I sobbed. I begged incoherently against his mouth. He kissed it better, switching to soothing them with tender brushes from the pad of his thumb. It was an eternity there, tied to that tree and defenseless. My ankles were hooked behind him but no amount of nudging from my heels made him go faster.

It wasn't till my insides coiled, a shiver running up my spine, that I even realized he'd brought me close to orgasm. I gasped, breaking the kiss. "Lochlainn."

"Shhh," he cooed, smashing our lips back together for another lazy, sloppy kiss. The tingle grew stronger. My toes clenched up tight. I bucked into him desperately while he kept his even pace. "Come for me, little witch. Show me how much you want me to breed you."

My fingers fell to his shoulders, and I raked them down across his chest. His skin rippled in response, but I couldn't see anything. My vision spun as I sank back against the tree. Bliss rushed down my torso and flooded out of me. Walls fluttering, stomach twisted into knots, a cold rush prickled my skin and left me reeling. He held steady, despite my body melting into putty in his hands.

"Better?" He cupped the sides of my face and held my head still. My attention focused on him, everything else was a blur.

"Much," I whimpered.

"Mmm, but it's not enough." His thumbs stroked my cheeks, his honey gaze inspecting my weak face.

"You know it's not." My lips curled in a knowing smile, but I was so breathless, I couldn't be as smug as I wanted to be.

"I do know," He pulled my face close, our lips brushing but not enough for a kiss. "I promised to fix that for you, little witch, and I am a bear of my word."

I closed the last sliver of space and kissed him hard. His body ground into mine, and for a long time, we were both still. His hands clutching my face, mine holding onto his shoulders. He was buried in me so deep that I couldn't forget how full I was.

Then he rolled his body against mine. His thrusts were more shallow but more aggressive. Stomach brushing against mine, leaving me gasping for air as he knocked it out of me sharply. I didn't realize I was chanting his name till birds fled the trees and I was being slammed into the tree.He can heal those bruises later.All I cared about was having him faster…deeper…more…more! More! My throat was raw, but I didn't stop crying out his name. His eyes were locked with mine and blinking felt like a crime as he pounded into me. Then his fists punched into the tree behind me, the bark immediately growing back with a strange crackling sound. His golden and mint colored magic surrounded us as the moss beneath him surged. Fireflies and floating orbs filled the trees. With the moon over our heads as the only witness to my professor keeping his promise.

I gulped down oxygen as quickly as I could but it did nothing to fill my husks for lungs.

"Little witch," he grunted. I couldn't answer but I didn't need to, as it was only a warning. Seconds before I could howl his name to the moon, warmth spilled into me. Relief flooded my system, turning off all the frenzied alarms.For now.Rope after rope painted my insides. I sagged against him, my restraints suddenly soft. His arms wrapped around me, holding me steady as he rode out his orgasm. Lochlainn stuffed me with all the cum he could manage, and the rest trickled down the tree.

I clung to him for dear life as he peeled me away from that tree. We sank down to the forest floor, his back to the earth and mine to the moon.

It wasn't long before he exhaled heavily, still rubbing my back. "The Dean of Students will not be pleased."

I snorted, unable to even lift my head off his chest to meet his gaze. "It could be worse."

"Oh?" He chuckled.

"I could be your TA. I almost applied, you know, but I wasn't a druid and Teddy convinced me I wouldn't have the time…I'm kind of glad she stopped me," I nuzzled my face against his furry chest.

"You are right."

I finally peeled my face from his peck to look down at him. He was smirking at the moon. Then one of his hands cupped the globe of my ass and squeezed.

"That would be worse. I'll be reprimanded for fucking a grad student. I'd be terminated for doing so to my TA." His gaze fell down to my face. He shifted to sit up, cradling me in his lap. "Are you alright, little witch? You did not hurt yourself during our midnight hunt, did you?"

I shook my head, "No, uh, the only damage is to my internal organs."

He snickered, "I can heal those too, if needed."

I opened my mouth to retort something, but it died as his palm slid across my side to rest against my soft belly. My heart rushed and crimson stung my cheeks. A soothing, honey flavored taste ran down my tongue and coated my throat. I felt the sting of my abused, but loved, pussy ebb away.

"Am…I mean… Did you…" The words didn't feel right in my mouth.

"My abilities are in healing, not in detection. Though, I can still smell…you don't want to know about that." His soft, sheepish laugh took me by surprise.

"No, say it," I urged him, my own hand falling over the one against my belly.

"When a witch is in breeding season, much like a bear’s mating season, there's a scent. A fertile scent, not a great way to describeit, but I assure you, it smells better than it sounds." If it weren't for the floating orbs of his magic or the little beam from the moon, I wouldn't have seen Lochlainn O'Hare blush for the first time.

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