Page 61 of Wolf Spell

A small nod, he rolled his lips as he sat beside me. “I am the original werewolf, part man, part wolf. Made from the curse, the wrath of Zeus. And I wonder about this power in you, is it linked somehow to me, a connection to the gods? But as for werewolves, those who came after me, well a different kind of magic has hexed them. Their blood lines are damned, a hideous mutation. Some believe their monster was born through violence. Created from the anger inside of the men who were bitten, this dark magic festered. Like a disease that mutates and destroys.”

His shoulders dropped, he brushed my hair away from my face. “It’s something like that either way. Their anger, their savagery created their monsters, not the curse itself. But you haven’t answered my question. Or perhaps you have?”

Swiftly he was standing before me, bent over, and kissed my head.

“Do I want this, being with you? You’re sitting on my bed, mostly naked. Though naked seems to be your normal, um, whatever. Not that I mind.”

“I can’t love lightly, Elsa. Most werewolves, from my lineage anyhow, can’t. Together we will be a target. Just say the word, I’ll leave. Or I’m with you forever.” He leaned in. “We don’t have to spend every hour together. I feel uncomfortable talking about how I feel. I’ve told you more about how I feel than anyone else I’ve ever met. It makes me feel... awkward sharing that. I do, however, want to be with you. But I need to know if you feel the same way?”

“You know I do.”

I looked into his pale eyes.

The wolf was still there, something behind his eyes but it was quiet, playful. “Let them hunt us. Who are they to judge us, to dictate their beliefs on us? Not all the supernatural have abandoned us. Even if they did, I will stand with you until the end.”

His smile radiated his face. “And I, with you. Let them all burn…”

Lycaon locked his gaze with me. Then leaning in, his lips brushed mine.I kissed him back, light from the windows dancing over his chest.

As I looked into his eyes, my body softened. Falling over his face, his golden hair curtained us as he moved towards me, a swirling inside of me as our lips met.He was the man, or shifter, that I wanted to be with. A knowing.

Even after what happened, I still felt safe with him. His arm wrapped around me, pulling me into him as we rolled around the bed, laughing.

We lay facing each other.

His touch was soft, sensual. Sending electric shivers down my spine.

Anticipation built up, a tremble of desire as I had longed for his touch, to feel his heat on me. His body on mine. I couldn’t get enough of him.

“You’ve bewitched me, Elsa. I can’t get enough of you.”

As we edged closer, skin on skin, closing the gap, increasing the intimacy, a craving burned through me. His pale eyes locked with mine, mouth parted as his gaze fell to my lips.

Gently, he traced my lips with his. His tongue teasing mine. I ran my hand down his back, pulling him closer. Locked in that kiss, time didn’t exist. Swooning as passion flooded me, I didn’t want to let go. I wanted to surrender to him, to taste every inch of him. To breathe him in.

He nudged forward, rolling me onto my back where his hands traced my chest, my breasts and trailed down my stomach, teasing. Watching my reactions, his lips curved up. Shivers of desire ran through me, bubbling through me. My fingers lightly ran down his chest, playfully circling on his stomach before trailing further down to his groin and delicately teasing up his thighs.

He sighed, his lids lowered slightly as we explored each other.

Then moving he sat on top of me, moving my legs apart, running his tongue from my stomach between them. I bucked as he tasted me, his tongue darting, swirling. I muttered his name, and he became more fervent.

Easing himself onto me, I grabbed his hands, rolling him onto his back and took him in my mouth. Taking him inside, exploring him.

Gripping his wrists, pinning them down, he withered, moaning, almost growling as my tongue, my mouth explored his dick.

Slick, aroused, I couldn’t take anymore. I edged up, straddling him, circling my hips, feeling him hard inside. A wholeness. Blended together as one. With a firm grip on my hips, he pulled me deeper onto him, pulsing inside of me.

Then lifting his hips, plunging deeper, I arched back, head full of delirium.

“Lycaon…”

He moaned, pulsing inside of me. I clenched around him as he pulled me forward, grabbing my hair, his kiss forceful and passionate.Greedy.

Full of hope, of something more than lust. Everything we’d been through since we met had been building to this.

I felt like I was melting as he pulled me on top of him, his hot breath down my neck sending powerful shivers through me. I squeezed him more. Our bodies were one.

I groaned, my lips forming his name in between each kiss, and he responded with a wild intensity, his body writhing and bucking. As he neared climax, his body pulsed with intensity, and his groan of pleasure sent shivers down my spine. There was a moment of stillness, neither of us moving an inch. I fell onto him, and his body radiated a comforting heat that enveloped me. The intensity of our passion left us both trembling and shaking.

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