Page 131 of Freed By the Witchbone Knife

“Bed. Now.” He stopped his motions⁠—

I cried out, seconds from an orgasm he’d just denied me. Then he was lifting me. Keeping us connected. My legs wrapped around his waist. Every movement made my pussy clench. I tried to work my hips, tried to move up and down on him.

“Naughty girl.” He kept one arm around my waist and slapped my ass. Hard. The sting made my inner walls flutter, made me tighten. “Need to wait for yer man and behave until then.”

“Axel,” I whined.

Every step was torture in the most delicious way.

“Impatient little witch.”

“You made me that way.”

He strode into the bedroom. Our bedroom. Then froze.

His grunt was the only acknowledgment that he’d seen my redecorating efforts. He set me on the bed, following me down, caging me with his arms. His cock throbbed inside me as he kissed me. Deep and thorough, his tongue sweeping into my mouth, claiming me from the inside out.

When he finally pulled back, we were both panting. Then he pulled free and I cried out, reaching for him as he moved back onto his heels.

“What—?”

“On your hands and knees,” he commanded, his voice rough. “Now, lass. Or I’ll put you there myself.”

My stomach clenched. Fuck. I liked this.

I scrambled to obey, presenting myself to him. The position made me feel exposed. Vulnerable. Like prey offering itself to a predator.

I loved it.

His hands gripped my hips, fingers digging in hard enough that I knew I’d have bruises tomorrow. “Look at this pretty cunt. All swollen and ready for my knot.” His palm pressed between my shoulder blades. “Down on your elbows. Present to your mate.”

My abdomen clenched again. Because this was even more vulnerable.

I cried out when I felt the flat of his tongue lick me from my clit to my ass. “Oh, God.”

“That’s right. I am your god tonight,” he grunted out.

There was a moment of nothing and then⁠—

He thrust inside me. One smooth, brutal stroke that buried him to the hilt.

I screamed, trying to press up, back onto my hands. From this angle, he went even deeper. Filling me. Everywhere. The pleasure-pain was so intense.

“Behave,” he ordered, keeping his hand pressed between my shoulders, holding me in place. “Want ye to feel every inch.”

He set a punishing pace, curled over me. Fucking me harder than before. Deeper. The new angle had him hitting that spot inside me with every thrust, over and over. I was babbling, incoherent pleas and his name and yes, yes, yes.

“That’s it.” His hand moved to wrap around my throat, tightening. A vulnerable position that allowed him to pull me back onto his cock with each thrust. “Take it all. Every fucking inch of me.”

“Axel—I’m—I’m going to⁠—“

“Not yet.” He changed our position again, moving back onto his heels and pulling me up with him, straddling his thighs, my back to his front. My ass cradled in his lap. His hand remained around my throat. The other found my clit. Circling but not quite giving me what I needed. The bastard. “Ye come when I say so. When I’m knotted deep inside. Understood?”

I whimpered but managed a nod.

“Good girl.” He rewarded me with a particularly hard thrust that made stars burst behind my eyelids. “My obedient little witch.”

The praise went straight to my core. I clenched around him and he groaned, his thrusts faltering for just a moment.