Page 69 of Bewitching the Wolf

I pout. “Jax!” I reproach. With a grin, he stands up, drops it and grinds it under the heel of his boot.

Then slowly, stealthily, he advances toward me.

“I’m addicted to you.” His smile widens into a wicked wolfen grin. And then his arms loop around me, tugging me close. He kisses my nose, my eyelids. My ears. His lips touch my mouth but before I can kiss him deeply, he’s moved lower, spreading kisses down my neck. I keen and stretch like a kitten into his touch.

His hands cup my breasts and there’s something so erotic in the fact that he remains fully clothed while I’m naked. My ears flip. My tail swishes. I feel the hard metal of his belt buckle against me, his fly straining with his erection.

He suckles one nipple, then the other.

He rubs his hands down the flat plane of my belly, shapes my hips with feather-light fingertips. Then his hand glides between my legs and I brace my feet and open for him.

When he touches my clit, my tail slides between my legs and guides him to exactly where I like it. He is so open to being taught by me, and he moves his fingers over my hungry bud, kissing me and crooning words of love while he strokes me.

I’m getting so close, but I need him inside me.

And this time, I want his knot inside me as I come.

My fingers find his zipper, and soon I’ve released his cock. It rests hot and heavy in my hand.

I push down his jeans, then back him onto a kitchen chair and straddle him.

“Knot me,” I beg.

He searches my face. “Are you sure you’re ready for this? Because if we knot, my wolf will come to the fore and it may not be gentle.”

“I’m ready. Can’t you tell?” I guide his hand to the dripping wet heat flowing between my legs. My heat is well underway, and this is the result, clearly. I’m beyond horny.

“Please… it’s our last night before… please, Jax?” I beg. “Feel how wet I am.”

He groans, and his fingers make the lewdest sounds as he prises me open further.

“You are absolutely sure, Tip? I can wait. I’ll wait for eternity if you need me to.”

“Yes. Yes. And YES.”

Jax growls harshly, and I sense his wolf rising.

Suddenly he’s picked me up and flipped me. I find myself splayed on my belly on the dining table. A huge palm presses me down, and our empty plates go flying.

He sniffs at my neck, then nips at the skin and I yelp. “Okay?” he grunts.

“Yes, yes. Please, more Jax.”

Holding me firmly in place, I feel the hot head of his cock at my entrance. He thrusts into me, halfway, and I cry out with the delicious sense of already being filled.

“More,” I beg.

He grunts again, a guttural sound that is not the least bit sweet, as his huge palm holds me in place. His cock stretches me to a point that I hadn’t thought possible, but my body accommodates him, and soon we’re like one beast. My claws are fully extended, probably marking the table as I cling on for what I know will be the ride of my life.

His thrusts get fuller, deeper, the mating rhythm carrying us in its wake as our bodies thump together.

“Go deeper,” I keen.

With a growl he obliges, until I am sure his arrowed cock is touching my womb, and I open to every thrust. His hand grabs my tail and pulls it. Pain and pleasure mingle.

I feel the huge swelling at the base of his cock throbbing hot against my clit. And that huge hand holds me down as he thrusts deeper still.

And then, with one more cant of his hips, his knot is inside me, stretching me wider, filling me to the hilt.