Page 63 of Freed By the Witchbone Knife

“Fuck me,” he breathed, pressing his forehead against hers.

“Are you going to push me away again?”

“Didn’t work out so well last time, eh, lass?”

“Not really. No.”

“What do you want from me?” The question was out before he could stop it.

“For you to make me come would be a good start.”

His chuckle was rough. “Tell you what? Let’s get your curse knife. And when we get back, I’ll make you come as many times as you want.”

Her eyes widened. “Yeah?”

“But there will be conditions.”

Her expression turned guarded, suspicious. “What sort of conditions?”

“No sex—penetration,” he amended. “I’m going to eat your cunt so many times you’ll be begging me to stop.”

Her flush deepened. “I… Oh. Right. I guess I can work with that.”

“Good.” He backed up, putting space between them. The sudden distance made everything turn cold, like she’d kept all the heat for herself. Which was ridiculous, since wolves didn’t much mind the cold.

“I’ll get our supplies,” he gritted out, trying to tamp down the ache in his balls. He turned and strode for the UTV, opening the packs. He removed industrial grade headlamps, hard hats, and other things like rope, gloves, and spelunking gear.

“Wow, you really came prepared.”

“Not sure what we’ll need.”

“You’re…not?”

“No.”

“But…this is your cave?”

“So?”

“What are we going to encounter when we go in?”

“No idea.”

She balked. “You haven’t been inside?!”

“Nope.” He didn’t explain. Instead he loaded their hiking packs and handed one to her. Then gave her a hard hat and fastened his into place, even though it wasn’t necessary for him.

“Let’s go.”

“Okay…?” She stared at him, confused.

Turning on their headlamps, they set off. He braced himself for what was certain to be one of the most horrible experiences in centuries. And his little mate was about to witness every minute of it.

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Itrembled with a heady concoction of emotions as we made our way into the darkened mouth of the cave. Anticipation, knowing how many weeks I’d searched for the cave’s entrance. Desperation, knowing I needed to find the knife to break my family’s curse. And hunger for the male walking beside me.

Because Axel had ignited a painful ache pulsing between my thighs.