Page 109 of Spellbound & Speechless
He lifts his head. His eyes are still red and pained. “Because I don’t want to lose you. Ican’tlose you.”
“You won’t.”
“Promise. I need you to promise you’ll still be here tomorrow and the day after. Promise you’ll still beyou.”
It’s a vow I can’t make, and we both know it. Lying is bad for a relationship, but it’s what he needs in this case. I need it, too.
“I promise,” I whisper. “I’m not going anywhere. One witch can’t take me down.”
Neither of us believes me, however confident I sound, but it doesn’t matter. It’s enough for him to close the space between us. I hold his face as his mouth searches for mine.
It’s our first real, good kiss since before the wedding. Hekisses me with fierce hunger, his claws grazing against my cheeks, and pushes his tongue into my mouth. I let him in, gripping his shirt, desperate to be close again.
If this is my last night, it must be with him. He seems to agree, though neither of us is strong enough to say it aloud. He pushes me onto the bed. When his body presses between my legs, his need is evident—it still exists, no matter how much he’s been trying to push me away.
I suppose it’s only been two days of him keeping me at arm’s length, but two days is too long when my life is flashing before my eyes. I’m an important part of the plan, after all, and it won’t be easy.
The thought disappears when he uses his thigh to nudge my legs apart, spreading me wider and grinding against my core.
“Do you know how your scent taunts me?” He growls, biting my lip hard enough to make me bruise.
The only response I share is a moan of approval, my eyes rolling up until they flicker shut.
“I can’t be around you, can’t hold you, can’tthinkabout you without getting hard.” As if to make his point, he thrusts into me, letting me feel evidence of his words. He’s already aroused.
Pride and desire swell together. It isn’t challenging to make a man want me, but making Mac desire me when his resolve is otherwise so firm is another story. He’s stubborn, but not stubborn enough to deny our love.
“Need to taste you again.” He lowers between my legs and presses his face into my silk underwear, inhaling deeply. “Fuck. My mate.”
Mac nuzzles his face against my core and ruts into the bed, already primal with need. He brings out that side ofme, too. My hand slips over my mouth to hide my desperate pleas.
“That’s right,” he grunts. “Stay quiet. No one needs to know I’m breeding you tonight—that I’m leaving you dripping with my seed. My mate.”
He hasn’t even filled me yet, but I tremble at the thought. His words are a taunt, pushing me closer.
His tongue probes me through the fabric, and even though it’s not the touch I’m hoping for, it’s enough to make my toes curl. He’s ravenous, tongue and teeth scraping against my heat as he devours my arousal. Soft whines and whimpers fall from his wet lips.
When he sits up, it’s too soon. I’m seconds from coming, writhing beneath him, reaching out with flexing fingers.
“Please,” I breathe. “Don’t stop.”
His features melt. Mac rarely looks at me so softly when we’re intimate, but he does now, his chest heaving as he gazes down. He slips off my underwear and pushes his sweatpants down, and then he’s close again, his forehead pressing to mine.
Mac was feral moments before, but the tension between us slows. It’s intimate; he beholds me as he runs the head of his cock through my drenched folds.
“I love you,” he whispers. I know the man, not the wolf, speaks to me. Or perhaps it’s both. “I’ll do anything to protect you.”
His cock rubs against my clit. Electricity races through me. Even though he’s not yet inside, our bond feels stronger than ever.
“I know.” I brush my lips against his, and he groans. “I love you, too. I’ll protectyou.”
He thrusts into me slowly, letting me feel his length filling me… taking me.
“My wife.” He kisses me softly as he pushes in, giving me each inch so slowly.
Mac gobbles up my moans with his mouth, swallowing each one with another soft peck against my lips.
“Mine,” he whispers. “All mine.”
