Page 59 of Spellbound & Speechless
I lift a brow. “I think I do. You won’t be my first time, if that’s what you mean to suggest.”
His eyes narrow. “Don’t. Don’t tell me about that.”
“Why not?” I lean in, my lashes fluttering. “Are you envious? I didn’t take you for the jealous type.”
His fingers weave into my hair, keeping my face close. The grasp is nearly painful, and I relish it, pressing my chest against his. The only thing I’m wearing is a robe; it slips off to the side, letting my bare cunt rub against his bulge.
“I’m not the jealous type,” he says. “Not usually. This is exactly what I mean. You’re doing something to me.”
“I’m not.”
It’s not the first time a man has accused me of putting him under a love spell. Typical. They don’t know how love magic works, not at all.
My magic can’t create love. It can heal it, reinforce it, or even help end it when needed—but what he feels for me is all his. I can’t take ownership of it, and I won’t, even if my craving for him is an equal match.
His expression softens, and he tucks a piece of hair behind my ear.
“Oh yes, you are.” He finally touches me, his free hand digging into my hips as he pushes me down, grinding me against his cock. “Don’t you feel that? How fucking hard you make me?”
A whine slips past my lips without permission, and I nod, my lids fluttering. His face is closer now, inches away, but he won’t be the one to break the wall between us.
I’ll do it again. I’ll do it as often as I need if it means I get to be close to him. My lips clash with his, hard, all at once, pressing against his mouth with need. A rumbling growl emits from his chest, and I know it’s not only the man who wants me…
It’s the wolf.
“You don’t know what you’re doing,” he says again.
It doesn’t seem like he cares anymore. He flips me onto my back, and I gasp as me hovers over me and attacks, his lips latching onto my neck. His teeth graze against the sensitive skin before he bites down, drawing out a squeal.
My legs spread, leaving my heat on display for him. He pulls my robe tie, and my breasts spill out, greeted by thecool air of the room. His radiating warmth is enough to keep me toasty.
“Tell me to stop,” he says against my skin. “Please. Tell me, and I’ll end this.”
“No.”
“I don’t want to hurt you.”
“I don’tcareif you hurt me.” I arch beneath him, my body begging for another touch. “Break me. Bruise me. I’m not fragile. I’m here, and I need to be fucked—to be used. Use me, Mac.”
“Aspen…” He growls, rutting against my heat. “I can smell your arousal. Do you know how sweet you smell?”
He pulls away to look at me, his eyes flashing red.
I smile, and there’s a tinge of evil behind it. “I bet I taste even sweeter.”
Chapter 21
Mac
My thoughts fadeinto nothing as I kiss my way down her body, biting any inch of flesh my lips touch. I need to mark her as mine. My teeth dig into her hips, and my eyes sparkle. I’m infatuated with the squeal she lets out under each bite.
Marks already litter her neck, purple bruises I know she can cover with a potion. I don’t want her to—at least, the wolf in me doesn’t. I want the world to know she’s mine. By the end of the night, she’ll smell like me. She’ll belong to me.
I want her to.
She’s already come under my tongue multiple times, enough that I’ve lost count, and I don’t intend to stop until she tells me to.
My mate… my mate…
