Page 20 of The Wolf and his Witch

She stiffened in his arms. “Gabriel—”

He spun her around so she faced the view—the view of her almost naked perfection. “Do you see what I see,mon amour?”

He nibbled at her earlobe, watching in the reflection as he slid his hand around to cup her breast. The sight of her pale creaminess against the black of his jeans, his shirt, had his balls throbbing. He pressed his body against her, sucking in a breath as she ground her ass into his groin. If he were already naked, he’d be unable to hold himself back. Though the material of his pants chafed, it kept him in check. Three long years… Annabelle wasn’t ready yet for the rough fucking he needed.

“Mon amour, Stef is out enjoying all that San Francisco has to offer. She will not return until morning.”

Did he feel guilty about the lie? Hell yes, but Stef was right. Until they had all the answers, they couldn’t completely trust anyone. Annabelle had lied to him twice already this evening.

He plumped her breast, and a plume of her arousal scented the air. “Any more concerns before I give you what your body is crying out for?

Her breath hitched. “What about…protection?”

“Don’t need it.”

“Wha—”

He pinched her nipple, rolling it between his thumb and forefinger, and her words morphed into a throaty moan.

“The wolves of Langeais are werewolves, in the true sense of the word, Annabelle.” In ways she was not ready to know the full truth of. “Like all shifters, we cannot carry diseases, but unlikeother shifters, we cannot procreate with humans. I don’t need to wear a condom.”

Putain, he had wanted to fuck her bare from the moment he’d met her. With her very human concerns about protection, and so early in their relationship, she hadn’t been ready to hear what she was to him. He’d worn a prophylactic.Every. Damn. Time. Not tonight.

His lips brushed her ear. “Tonight, Belle, it’ll be just us. My cock, your pussy and no barrier in between.”

She gasped, and the scent of her arousal intensified. She made to turn around, but he held her firm. “L’amour de ma vie, do you see how beautiful you look in my arms?”

He dropped a kiss at the crook of her neck, his tongue flicking out to taste her. A growl rumbled up in his throat, and his wolf pushed to the surface. It had always been this way with Annabelle. Struggling to maintain his control. To keep his wolf in check.

He met her gaze in the reflection. “Watch,” he whispered, and then he tweaked her nipple with his fingers.

Her back arched, pressing her breast into his palm and her ass into his cock. He rotated his hips, grinding against her, never taking his eyes off her. Allowing the wolf through, just a little, he snagged the band of her panties with a claw and cut through the lace. They fell to the floor with her dress. He willed his wolf away, before it had a chance to take hold or push through his defenses.

She trembled as he brushed his hand over her hip, across her stomach and down, his fingers questing for her clit. Her body jerked when he found it, her mouth parting and her head sagging back against his shoulder.

“Non, non, ma belle.Watch.”

Hooded eyes met his, then her gaze dropped to the reflection of his hand sliding through her slick folds. He thrust a fingerinside her, then another, his other hand plumping her breast. Her pussy fluttered around his fingers. She was as primed as he was. With a slow slide, he pulled his fingers almost all the way out. She whimpered and her bottom lip trembled. He thrust back in, going deep.

“Yes!” she hissed.

He did it again.

“More.”

L’enfer, he loved how demanding she was. He slid his fingers out again. This time, she chased them. He chuckled and scraped his blunt human teeth against the tendons of her shoulder.La mien. Mine.His wolf pushed forward, and his gums ached with the press of his canines. His wolf wanted to claim her, mark her as his for the world to see. For thatconnard, Dutton, to see. He resisted the urge. Not yet. Not now. Soon.

“Gabe, I need…” She ground back against his groin. “More. Now.”

He understood her impatience. If he didn’t free his dick from the stranglehold of his pants, he might soon cut off his circulation.

“Oui,so do I.”

He thrust his fingers back in and set up a rhythm, fast and furious, reveling in the sounds of desperate need spilling from her mouth and of his fingers pummeling her eager pussy. With a grind of his thumb against her clit, she came, spasming around his fingers. In the reflection, her body quivered, her skin flushed, and she crushed his olive-skinned hand between her white silken thighs. He growled, setting off another spasming of her pussy. Gabriel had never seen a more beautiful sight.

Annabelle slumped against Gabriel, her body spent. She would have fallen to the floor like a limp noodle had his arms not held her in place. Residual spikes of pleasure flickered throughher body as her chest heaved and her heartbeat pounded loud in her chest. Her eyelids fluttered open.

The view from the penthouse was stunning, but it was their reflection that held her attention. Her naked. Gabe still dressed. His fingers still inside her. Coffee-brown eyes reflecting back at her in the glass. Heat zipped through her, and her pussy tightened on his fingers. She whimpered. Dark shadows flitted in his eyes and his face pinched tight. His wolf was hungry. For her. Her mouth went dry and her pussy spasmed again. His fingers weren’t enough. She wanted more.

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