Hell.
I’m done. I’m fucking gone. She wins. Hands down, she wins.
Because afterthatlittle declaration?
Nothingis going to come between my aching cock and her pretty little pussy until I’ve damn well had my fill and she’s in tears from the sheer pleasure of it.
I yank my fingers out of her and grab her by the throat, hauling her close and dragging my mouth across her lips once more.
In a dark whisper, I say, “Do you know what you’re getting yourself into with me, little mortal?”
She nods. “Please, Daddy.”
I don’t give her a chance to say more. With one arm around her waist, I lift her and turn her around, bending her face-forward over my desk.
I skim my palm down her spine, down past the scars carved into her lower back.
I skim my palm back up and fist her hair, knuckles brushing the spot where the fae rune glowed so brightly in Augustine’s photos.
“You are abeautifulcreature, head to toe,” I whisper. “But this? This is myfavoritespot.” I bend over her, lifting her hair and buzzing my lips along the back of her neck, suddenly feeling very possessive of that soft skin. “Every time you walk into the room with your hair in one of your messy buns, I watch you. Imagine touching you here.Lickingyou.”
I kiss her again, then lick, the tip of my tongue tracing a path from one side to the other, then down. I kiss her shoulder, then slowly move to the other, my fangs grazing her skin, her blood scented with a mix of fear and lust that has me falling even more deeply under her spell.
“Grab the edge of the desk,” I tell her, and she obeys at once. I rise to my full height again, freeing my cock and dragging it through her wet heat, one hand still fisting her hair. “Daddy’s going to make you come on his cock, little mortal, just like you wanted. But I’m going to come again, too. I’m going to fill this pretty pussy until you can’t take anotherdropof me. Understand?”
“Yes.”
“Yes, what?”
“Yes, Daddy,” she whispers.
Fuck, I’ll never get enough of that word, her soft sighs, her bare skin.
“Open wider and lift your hips for me, love,” I say, and she does, spreading her legs and arching that lovely backside toward me.
My tail slides around the front, the tip gliding across her clit. She gasps at the contact, and in that breathless moment, I bury my cock deep inside her.
“Draegan,” she breathes, her body pulsing around me, the fucking stars dancing behind my eyes, because this?
This…
Fuck.
I stop moving, stop breathing, even try to stop my heartbeat, all of it just so I can freeze this moment in time, sear it right into my brain. If an eternity trapped in stone is my fate, I willgladlytake this memory with me and forsake all others that came before it as well as all that will come after.
Because bloodyhell, nothing in my life as a man or a beast has ever felt so damn good as this woman. This witch.
I could stay here all night like this, appreciating every detail.
The soothing sounds of her soft sighs and rapidly beating heart. The sweet-apple scent of her. Waves of black-and-silver hair spilling down her back. The scars of her past shimmering on her pale skin.
The beauty of all of it, every inch of her, every curve, every scar.
Mine…
But Westlyn is too eager, too needy to remain still. Her hips are already shifting again, her back arching, her whole body desperate for the release I’ve thus far denied her.
“Stop moving,” I command, my palm flat on her back, holding her in place. “Now.”
