Page 8 of Witchwolf

I dove into his parted lips, thrusting my tongue into his mouth as he opened beneath me. His whine was trapped between our mouths, his hands flying to claw at my shoulder blades.

“I’m gonna take care of you,” I promised against the corner of his mouth. My nose nudged his cheek, the scent of his pulse point just beneath his ear so goddamn sweet my mouth watered. “Make you feel so fucking good.”

Dakota let out a needy sob and rolled his hips, pressing his dick against my skin, chasing friction I wasn’t ready to give him yet.

When he came with a man for the first time, I wanted him to feel my cock buried in his ass, dragging against his prostate, stretching him to his limit. I wanted him to come apart, knowing he belonged to me.

Maybe it was only for a night, but for that long, I could make him mine.

Ignoring his squirming protests, I held his hip down with one hand, pressed his chest with the other, pinning him to the bed, and kissed my way down his stomach to his tempting cock.

The head was flushed and swollen, slick from precome that tasted bitter against the flat of my tongue. One lave of it, and Dakota arched off the bed. I pressed him down harder, a quiet growl in the back of my throat.

“Be a good boy,” I rumbled, “and let me prepare you.”

I sucked my middle finger in my mouth to wet it, then turned back to his pretty dick, laying straight on his lower stomach. With just my lips, I teased it into my mouth. With my fingers, I explored the shape of his ass, slipped between his cheeks, and traced around his puckered rim.

His whimper turned into a whine when I pressed the tip of my finger inside him. Moon above, he was so responsive already. This was going to be fun.

If I had my way, I was going to awaken more than magic in the man pinned under me.

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Dakota

Jax was... fuck, but he was everything I hadn’t even thought existed in a man.

Donnie was always going on about how men were dogs who only wanted one thing, and they wanted it as fast as they could get it, so taking care wasn’t something they did.

Jax?

Care seemed to be all he fucking did.

I mean, starting out by worrying about me being nervous was the last thing I’d expected, and almost inconvenient. But also, sweet.

When he had me stripped naked on his bed and knelt between my legs, well... that was the last thing I’d expected.

Then, he defied expectation again. Oh, he paid cursory attention to my cock, licking a stripe from base to tip, pressing his stubbled cheek into the sensitive skin there and making me shiver with the feeling of it. But then he hoisted my legs up onto his shoulders and he...

Holy fuck.

He spread my asscheeks and just...fuck fuck fuck, with his tongue. On my ass.

The slick feeling of his tongue pressing into the tight ring of my ass was strange and foreign, but my whole body thrummed with electricity at the sensation of it. Warm and wet and other, and fuck, but it was incredible. I closed my eyes and let myself get lost in the sensation of his tongue opening me up, fucking into me like he couldn’t possibly get close enough to me.

Devour me, he’d said, and fuck me, but in that moment, it sounded sexy as hell, even if he meant it in a Hannibal kind of way.

By the time he lowered me back onto the bed, I was lax and loose, limbs pliant.

He slid from beneath my thighs and off the bed, but before I could so much as whine out a complaint, he was reaching in from the side, holding me up like I was as light as a feather and slipping a pillow beneath my hips. He held something to my lips, and I finally had to open my eyes, not even having realized I’d closed them.

The glass of water. Was he trying to make sure I stayed hydrated while he fucked me into his mattress?

Either Donnie had been completely wrong, or I’d gotten unbelievably lucky.

He came back a moment later, spreading my legs and staring down into my eyes, his gaze intense, boring into me like he could see my thoughts if he looked hard enough. When he knelt once more between my legs, his body a hard line over me, it almost took my breath away. I lifted a leg and wrapped it around his hips, almost instinct, and he smiled that predator smile at me, his teeth bright and almost sharp looking in the low light.

He moved into position, his hips nestling between my legs like he belonged there, but instead of just pushing inside me, he paused. “You doing okay?”

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