Page 60 of Spellbound & Speechless
Tonight, my wolf and I are one. The full moon bridges the gap between us. Aspen can’t understand that. I worry she doesn’t know what she’s asking for when she begs me to fuck her, no matter how many times she insists that she does.
She’s soft, sweet, and always pristine. My touch will only taint her, but how can I deny it when she’s begging for me? And, gods, how badly I want to give in. I’m the only thing holding myself back, and I’m not strong enough anymore.
My tongue laps against her core, and I relish in the sound she makes and how she twitches beneath me. Her hips grind into my face, and I use my strength to pin her down, my claws lightly digging into her flesh.
“Yes!” she cries, causing my eyes to roll to the ceiling.
As delicate as she may be, she’s begging me to fuck her like she isn’t. My wolf is happy to oblige.
I could smell her arousal the second I entered the room, and I can still smell it now. It’s heady, sweet, and all-encompassing. It’s more than the taste of good pussy—it’s the flavor of my mate, and every drop is for me.Only for me.
I slide my long tongue into her hole, desperate to collect more of her arousal, as my thumb dances circles on her clit.
Aspen is already a quivering mess beneath me. How long has it been since she’s been touched, licked, and fucked? Too long. She should get to feel like this forever. How could I keep pleasure from her, a goddess of love, for this long?
Comparing her to a goddess is blasphemy, and I know it, but there’s no other way to see her when her blonde hair splays among the sheets. She looks down at me through heavy lids, and I know she’s fucking divine.
“Need more.” I lick her clit. “Every drop. I want you dripping before I drive my cock into you.”
What comes from her is wordless pleasure, and it’s all for me. With careful effort, I retract my claws and slide two fingers deep into her warm, wet cunt. The thought of her, ofthis sensation, wrapping around my cock draws a low whimper from me.
“Need you.” I nuzzle my face against her throbbing, sensitive pussy.
“Take me.” Her eyes lock with mine. “I’m ready. Please.”
“You’re not ready.” I curl my fingers into her, trying to find every spot that makes her squirm and cry. To know the body of my mate is a sacred thing, and even if it’s for one night, I won’t take it for granted. “You need to give me one more. Please. Come one more time.”
“Goddess.” She shakes her head and writhes beneath me, her legs spreading wider. “I can’t.”
“You can.” I thrust my fingers into her, stroking her inner walls. “You fucking better. Unless you want me to stop?”
“No!” Her fingers curl into my hair, and she presses down, forcing my face into her soaking cunt.
My retort is muffled against her heat, but my words don’t matter. Not anymore. It’s my duty to make her feel like this, to show her every edge and how to fall off it. It’s not a duty I take lightly, my lips wrapping around her clit as my fingers curl into her.
“Mac! I’m going to?—”
My name sounds perfect on her tongue.
“Gods!” she cries.
“That’s right,” I mumble. “Let your gods hear you come.”
For a moment, I canfeelher. It’s our mating bond, threatening to snap into place. For the first time, I don’t care, sucking her harder, thrusting my fingers faster.
Her pleasure is mine, and I feel the pressure in her abdomen like it’s in my own.
“Mac! Mac, I’m going to?—”
The screams and squeals are another warning, but I ignore them. Arousal gushes from her pussy, wetting my face. Her body shakes and twitches. I groan, slumping against her, my fingers still in her tight cunt.
“I’m so sorry!” Her cheeks flush a darker shade of red. “I’ve never… I didn’t know I could do that.”
I sit up and remove my fingers, ripping off my newly damp shirt. “Never… and I meannever, apologize for your pleasure.”
“But—”
I hold her jaw in my powerful hand. “You gave me everything I wanted. Everything.”
