Page 17 of Witch Unbound
I drew him up my body so I could claim his mouth, and his thick cock pressed to my pubic bone, hot and pulsing. My wanton body clenched and throbbed, aching for him to fill me again. I sucked on his tongue, and his cock jumped in response. I devoured his groan, fisting his hair and deepening the kiss.
Mine.
He fit perfectly between my thighs. I wanted to feel him pounding into me. I lifted my hips and shifted to align him. He slid between my folds with a groan and held himself there, soaking in my passion. I rolled my hips, tongue tangling with his, drowning in his flavor as he rocked against me with short, teasing thrusts. My already sensitized clit ached and stung sweetly with the threat of a fresh orgasm. The aroma of sex, the fervor of it, was everything.
His sharp pine scent crowded my senses. I turned my head to lick his arm, tasting salt. Delicious ripples traveled beneath my skin, tingles that became sharper and almost painful as I swelled and contracted again, hungry for him to fill me with more. I wanted more. I should have more.
A haze fell over my mind, ravenous and powerful in its intent.
He was mine.
I needed to claim him.
I flipped us so I was straddling him and pinned his wrists to the bed, moving against him, harder and faster.
He let out a guttural cry. “Cora, fuck. Oh, fuck.”
I leaned forward so my breasts brushed his chest and angled my hips so the head of his cock pushed against my entrance. Oh, God. Yes.
Take him.
Take him now.
I pushed down.
Rune grabbed my hips to stop me. “Cora. We can’t. Fucking hell. We can’t do that.”
His words were like a bucket of cold water, and the urgent voice that had taken over my body slipped away, leaving me trembling.
What was I doing?
“Rune, shit.” I climbed off him and lay staring up at the ceiling. “That was…Oh, shit.”
He stroked sweat-soaked tendrils of hair from my face. “It’s okay.” His mouth hovered inches from mine. “We didn’t cross the line. It’s okay.” He plucked at my lips with his mouth before sinking into a deep, soul-melding kiss, then pulled back to trail kisses across my cheek, my jaw, then down to the hollow of my throat, flicking his tongue out to lick me.
I offered him my breasts and he claimed them with teeth and tongue until I was writhing beneath him, leg hooked over his hip, arm around his neck as he set my body on fire with his mouth.
He moved down my body, headed south again.
“No.” I grabbed his shoulder. “I want us to come together. I want you in my mouth.”
He stared down at me and licked his lips. “It looks like you enjoy control too.” We adjusted position, mouths to groin. I took him slowly, deeply, delighting in the moans that teased my clit. He gave back with tongue and lips, driving me over the edge until my groans vibrated against his cock.
We were a circuit of building sensation, winding and tightening until there wasn’t enough breath in my lungs, until he came hot and potent in my mouth and my body arched with release over and over.
He was mine. They were all mine, and I’d do whatever it took to keep them.
* * *
There wasno waiting around the next morning. Tor was true to his word and hustled us awake. We made it to Magiguard HQ by eight a.m. Luckily for us, Ursula was on a morning shift, otherwise trying to explain why I’d gate-crashed their foyer with three hulking dire wolf shifters and a mogwai wouldn’t have been easy.
Twenty minutes of sample collection with Micah and Mel, and two hours in the small magnolia waiting room with Styrofoam cups of crappy coffee, and I was beginning to get antsy. The only relaxed individual in the room was Wren, snoozing in a patch of sunlight under the window. He lay on his side, knees tucked to his belly, snoring softly. The poor thing had barely gotten any sleep, none of us had, and depending on the news we got today, I doubted there’d be much in the way of catch-up.
Micah and Mel may have collected the samples, but the tests required to determine the extent of my mutation were being conducted by a team of scientists. My anonymity was gone. If these results pointed to me being dangerous, then I probably wouldn’t be leaving this building.
Maybe bringing the guys with me hadn’t been a great idea.
If the Magiguard tried to take me prisoner, then my mates would fight back. They’d get hurt. Shit. Why the fuck hadn’t I thought this through?
