“I am better than okay.” He reached down and rubbed her pussy, smiling at her soft moan when he brushed her clit. “Are you ready for me?”
“You know I am,” she said, grinding herself against his hand.
“We’ll go slow,” he said. “I don’t want to hurt you like I did last night.”
“You didn’t hurt me,” she scowled.
She grasped his dick, giving it a couple of long, slow strokes that sent fire and lightning through his veins. “Baby, if you keep doing that, I’m gonna come all over your hand.”
“We can’t have that,” she said, before rising on her knees and guiding him to her tight entrance. He gripped her hips, lifting her a little to give her more room, and they moaned in unison when the head of his cock slipped inside of her.
“Slow,” he gritted out, his fingers digging into her hips, as she pushed lightly.
“I’m good,” she panted, “I promise.”
Inch by glorious inch, she swallowed his dick with her tight pussy, until her ass was resting on his thighs and she was stuffed full of him.
He released his breath in a low moan. “Christ, you feel so good on my dick, baby. You good?”
“Yes,” she said. “It feels good, honey. It’s a lot, but it…” she made a gentle bounce, light flaring in her hands and that ring of green growing in her irises, “Oh! Oh God, that’s nice.”
“Do it again,” he encouraged, gripping her hips loosely.
She bounced up and down, her breath starting to quicken and the anxiety he could still smell on her slowly dissipating. He tugged on her hips. “Lean over me, little witch.”
She did what he asked, bracing her hands on his broad chest as he cupped her tits and kneaded them gently. She rocked back and forth as they kissed deeply, their tongues tangling together as she made soft, breathy cries into his mouth.
He gripped her ass, holding her tight as he thrust up into her. She clung to his shoulders, her head falling back and her mouth dropping open as she took every inch of his dick like she was made for it.
“Feels so good,” he growled, his fangs dropping. The scent of pine trees flooded through him, and he closed his eyes as images of lush grass and flowering meadows invaded his brain.
He thrust harder, his hips rising off the bed as the slick, tight drag of Cece’s pussy sent him higher and higher toward that perfect peak. Cece made a harsh cry, her pussy tightening around him, and he opened his eyes. Cece stared down at him, her body washed in bright green light and her eyes a deep jade.
He groaned as his balls tightened and the base of his spine tingled. He pumped into her, watching with hazy eyes as petals floated down around him and Cece’s magic rushed through his veins.
He shouted her name, his hands clamping onto her hips and his body straining as he came hard, Cece’s pussy milking every last drop from him as she stared at him with a fierce possessiveness.
“Mine,” she cried out, riding out his thrusts, taking his seed deep into her body, as she pinned his hands above his head and stared wide-eyed at him. “You’re mine, Briggs.”
“Yours,” he groaned, his body shuddering as magic and pleasure danced through his veins.
Cece collapsed on top of him, panting loudly as flower petals stuck to their sweaty bodies and long green vines swayed back and forth above them.
“Oh my God,” Cece muttered. “That was amazing.”
“Hmmm.” He buried his face in his mate’s neck, breathing in her scent as he stroked her back.
She eased off of him and curled onto her side. He stroked her side and her back as she rested her cheek on his chest. “Are you cold?”
“Not at all,” she said, watching the vines sway and twist above them. Her eyes were still green, and she had a sated, satisfied look on her face as she stretched languidly and smiled at him. “I haven’t been cold since we started fucking.”
He laughed. “The perks of fucking a polar bear shifter.”
“Hmm.” She raised her hand, waving it gently back and forth, and the vines followed the movement, their leaves rustling lightly. “I’ve never felt my magic so strongly before, Briggs.”
She murmured something he didn’t catch, and his bear chuffed in surprise when an orb of light appeared above her hand. She let it dance across her knuckles before waving her hand and making it disappear.
She smiled up at him, blinking in slow satisfaction as she traced her hand along his chest. “Now I’m hungry. Feed me, Briggs.”
