Page 127 of Freed By the Witchbone Knife

I leaned in and traced my tongue along one of the markings and he groaned, his head lolling back.

There was a fading bruise over a large portion of his ribs. My touch was feather-light as I asked, “Does it hurt?”

“No.” His voice was strained. “Not anymore.”

I leaned in, pressed a kiss there. He shuddered.

“May I heal it? Please?”

He huffed. “Like I could deny you when you beg so sweetly, little witch.”

I smirked, closing my eyes, laying my hand over the area. Yes, he healed fast as a wolf, but if we were going to do this, I wanted him whole and uninjured. I wasn’t going to wait for his immortal body to do the work. Besides, I was giddy with the realization that I could do magic freely now, even though it cost me my own energy. It would replenish eventually. I wasn’t saying goodbye to pieces of my power anymore.

Concentrating, I summoned my will and set about healing his ribs. I felt the energy leave me. Felt my fatigue grow.

But my hunger—my need for Axel—was enough to drive me. I could sustain myself purely on that. No matter how tired I felt.

He exhaled a breath that carried relief. I studied the area then grinned. “All better?”

“You’re fucking incredible, you know that?”

I bit my lip to keep from grinning too wide.

“Wait until you see just how incredible,” I teased, reaching for the button on his jeans, meeting his eyes, letting him see my intention.

“Rebecca.” A warning.

“Do you want me to stop?”

His breaths came faster. He gave me a rough shake of his head.

“Good.” I sank to my knees. “Then let me show you.”

His lips parted. “What are you⁠—?”

“I want to taste you.”

“You don’t⁠—“

“I want to.” I worked the button free, then the zipper. Slowly, I pulled his jeans and boxers down together.

His cock sprang free, angry and swollen and⁠—

Oh.

Oh.

I’d felt him before, pressed up against me when he was hard. But seeing him was different. He was big. Thick and long, with veins that ran the length of him. A bead of moisture pooled at the tip and I fought the urge to lick it up immediately as my mouth watered.

There was a light dusting of dark hair around the base of his shaft, neatly trimmed.

“Like what you see, sweetheart?” His voice was rough, but I caught the edge of vulnerability.

“You’re huge.” My words came out breathless. “How is that supposed to⁠—?”

He groaned, his hand cupping my jaw. “I’ll fit. We’ll get your sweet cunt nice and wet. You’ll be begging for it.”

Warmth flooded my core, wetness pooling between my thighs.