Page 64 of Spellbound & Speechless
I chuckle. “You’re not one to beat around the bush, are you?”
“No amount of magic can make a relationship work if you aren’t willing to talk. Both parties have to be open to communication.” She lifts a brow.
I press a gentle kiss to her lips. “My little love witch. You’re going to be the only reason we make it out of this, aren’t you?”
“What do you mean?” She pushes her hands against my chest, stopping me from kissing her again. “Ijustsaid it takes two!”
“I know, but what I mean to say is… I’ve never been in a relationship. Not really.”
Her eyes widen. “And why haven’t you? You’re quite the catch.”
I smile playfully. “Because I was waiting for you.”
It’s not the real reason, and we both know it, but it could be. Some wolves wait for their mate; that was never me. I ran from mine, and I’m still fighting the urge, even when she’s underneath me. She doesn’t push the topic further.
“You have me now.” She lifts her head enough to brush her lips against mine. “I’m yours, and you are mine. You can trust me.”
Arousal stirs. The words alone make my pants tighten. I grab her free hand, pinning it into the grass.
“Say it again.” My voice is harsh, but I would whine and beg to hear her repeat it.
“I’m yours.”
Fuck.
“And…?”
It’s not enough for her to be mine. I want her to wantmein the same way, to demand I belong to her. Ineedto hear it again.
“And you’re… all… mine.” She takes my lip between her teeth, scraping against the soft appendage.
The nail marks on my back are a sign that she’s right. While she has the means to cover her marks, she didn’t. Red and purple bruises still litter her chest and neck, dozens of tiny signs that we belong together.
“Mine.” I suck at the flesh on her chest and bite down.
Her legs sprawl open, making it too easy for me to thrust against her clothed core. The only thing between us is a tiny strip of silk, already damp enough that I feel her wetness through my pants.
“Let me fill you again.” I let go of her hand long enough to push the bodice of her sundress down. “I need to feel your perfect pussy around my cock… clenching around me… filling with my seed. Taking it all. Can you go again?”
“Yes.” Her back arches, and she squirms under my grip, but I only hold her tighter. “Yes, please.”
I wrap my lips around her nipple, sucking and rolling my tongue over the hard nub. My body has a mind of its own, hips grinding into her core over and over, chasing my release. Desperate to make her wet, needy, and begging for me.
Our mating bond is getting stronger, and I know it, but I can’t find it in me to pull away. The urge to run has gone. She’s mine, and shewantsto belong to me, like I belong to her. As long as I can hold her like this, she’s safe.
My claws come out, eyes flashing red as she lifts her hips, pushing her heat against my bulge.
“You’re going to come like this, aren’t you?”
“Yes,” she says, trembling.
I thrust harder, lifting my head to watch how her face contorts. “Good. You look so pretty when you come. Eyes on me. Let me see.”
Her eyes flicker open. Each breath comes out shaking, panting, and needy. Without touching her, she unravels beneath me. The sun illuminates her face perfectly, letting me see exactly how she looks when she finishes.
How she gazes at me, how her lips part, how her pupils dilate.
She can’t move, come, or go anywhere without me letting her. The wolf in me growls, my claws grazing against her thighs as she twitches and writhes.
