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Melinda’s gone. There’s nobody left to hear my mate screaming my name.

“If you lay on your back and spread your legs like a good little mate, I’ll taste every inch of you,” I growl.

“Oh god,” she whimpers.

She looks a little nervous, but she walks to the bed, sits down, and slides to the center, propped up on her forearms. Her legs tremble for a few seconds before she parts them, but she immediately closes them again, like she’s unsure.

“What’s wrong, mate?” I flirt, stripping off my shirt. “You’re really going to like this part of being mine.”

“I just… I mean, nobody’s ever done that before,” she stutters. “And… and, I don’t even know what you are! You can’t come in here talking about wolves and packs and things I don’t understand and expect me not to lose my mind!”

“Right, yes,” I say softly. “I’m a wolf shifter, Taryn.”

“Wolf shifter? Like you can turn into a wolf?” she whispers, disbelief in her eyes.

“You can cast spells. Is it that hard to believe there are men who can turn into wolves?” I retort. “All you need to know right now is that wolf shifters have really long tongues.”

I push mine out of my mouth, letting it extend far enough for her to understand exactly how deep she’s going to feel it. Then I put my hands on her thighs, feeling very little resistance as I part them, sinking between the warm flesh until my tongue touches her folds.

“Oh!” she squeals, trying to close her legs. “Wait… I don’t… You’re not even human!”

“Don’t fight it,” I command her, pushing her legs apart again. “You cast the spell, so this is your fault.”

“My fault…” she whispers, more tension easing as she gives in.

She’s mine now.

“None of the men you were with ever did this?” I ask, licking her slick folds again.

“No,” she groans. “I’ve only ever had a couple of boyfriends.”

“They were fools,” I growl. “This is the best thing that has ever touched my tongue.”

I roll my tongue around her clit, then slide it lower, tasting the sweetness around her entrance. This pussy is all mine, and I want to taste every wet, fluttering inch of it.

I want her screaming my name while I drink her sweet nectar the way only a wolf can.

CHAPTER 11

Taryn

I’ve got a wolf between my legs.

A wolf with a tongue that feels a lot different than I imagined when I saw him wagging it at me teasingly. What the fuck has happened to my life?

His tongue is currently coiled around my clit, stroking it, while he rubs my entrance with his finger. I’m trembling, feeling a different kind of pleasure, and my pussy keeps clenching like it’s been too long since he was inside me. Him being some sort of mythological wolf shifter seems much less important the longer his tongue works its magic between my legs.

The mating bond is doing things to me that are vulgar, making me think things that I used to consider obscene. He claimed me in this bed last night. Marked me with a wound that has already healed into a scar. Playing with magic has consequences I never imagined.

His tongue releases my clit, and I gasp as the blood returns to it. The wet muscle moves through my folds, then pushes inside me, my walls squeezing but unable to grip it. He goes deep, then a little deeper, and I grab his hair with both hands, my hips bucking against his mouth.

Then he flicks his tongue against my g-spot, gently stroking it, and my body erupts.

“Oooooh, mmmmyyyy gaaawwd!” I scream, an orgasm hitting me out of nowhere, like the universe itself just decided it now works in my favor.

The orgasm rolls through me in waves of bliss. Victor’s tongue moves inside me, licking and tasting, teasing my g-spot constantly, and every flick is another wave of bliss. It feels like he’s devouring me in the best possible way. My hips won’t stop bucking and it feels like I’m actually riding his tongue.

He growls, his hands forcing my legs wider. He starts spearing his tongue into me, only pausing to caress my g-spot before pulling back and doing it again. Pistoning thrusts and gentle teases become my entire reason for breathing as another rushing wave of orgasms begins.