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She drew back and balanced herself on one arm. She caught his fingers, turning them so she could see the fur. It was black with silver streaks and so beautiful. She buried her nose in it and in response her sex clenched around his thick stalk.
He groaned and huffed at the back of her neck. He licked her nape over and over. He dragged his wolf’s teeth across her skin.
She let go of his hand and once more steadied herself on all fours. She was panting hard now, knowing what was to come. “Do it, Braden. Please.” Yes, she was begging. She needed his bite.
He pushed his cock in as deep as he could get it, bent over her fully and gripped her neck with his powerful jaw. He bit down so she could feel his wolf fangs.
She couldn’t breathe as he began to thrust. Tears flowed from her eyes. The sensation of being controlled with his shifter maw drove her toward ecstasy.
He slammed against her now and ground his teeth hard, just short of breaking skin. She never imagined she’d love anything so much as the feel of his teeth sunk deep. The sensation pulled on her sex and intensified the feel of his cock plunging in and out of her.
He could kill her if he wanted to.
He’d put her in a vulnerable position and his teeth were sharp enough.
Yet somehow, maybe because of her basic trust in him, all she felt was pleasure rising swiftly. She began to cry out. He bit down a little harder and though it seemed impossible, he thrust faster.
The orgasm was on her like a hurricane, rushing through her, flooding her sex with pleasure and yet driving like an unstoppable force up through her abdomen.
She cried out over and over as the orgasm rolled. It kept hitting her, just like the strength of his thrusts, and giving her one powerful wave of pleasure after another.
And still he held onto her neck.
When another orgasm struck her, he suddenly released her neck and rose up. His scent filled the air and he roared as he came.
Pleasure streaked through her yet again and flooded her veins with lightning pulses. She felt a profound impetus to use her magic.
She lifted one hand and pictured a forest. Suddenly they were both flying, though joined as they were, through pine trees at full-dark. He clamped an arm around her waist and held her tight.
She wanted to do this for him, for the man who had just taken her to Paradise.
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Braden accepted the moment for what it was, a fantasy- journey Maeve had created with her witchcraft. He didn’t know how she’d done it, only that he was flying with her just above the treetops of an expansive forest. Stars shone overhead and the deep pine scent of the trees had his inner-wolf thrilling to the run.
He’d come hard within the witch and he’d given her a ride. Now she was returning the favor, giving back and then some.
He was still connected to her and whatever spell she’d cast spoke to his alter wolf, to the creature he’d become ten years ago. He was fully acclimated to shifting, to his fur, to the call of the wolf pack. What she had designed for him, suited him perfectly.
He could smell the pines and the dusty dry air that tasted of the earth. He had a deep burrow from his early days as a wolf that he went to often. That’s what the fantasy-spell smelled like, his habitat well below the surface streets of Savage.
He’d carved out the place the first few months of his alter life. It was sacred, a burrow he and his wife used to go to often.
He felt the wind on his face as he flew through the forest. The experience was so otherworldly, his soul became drenched in sensation, just as his body was.
The spell didn’t last long, however, yet long enough.
When he came back to himself he was still buried deep inside Maeve, both arms now wrapped around her. She was limp and satisfied against him. I’m going to move us.
Okay. Her voice was almost groggy inside his head.
Using his levitation and careful placement of his arms on her body, he turned th
em sideways and eased them down onto the bed. He didn’t want to disconnect from her.
He’d needed this. He hadn’t been with a woman since his wife died. He petted her hair, the curls tight beneath his fingers. She had beautiful red hair, like flames. “You’re the first. Since my wife, I mean.” He wanted her to know. It seemed important.
He felt her huff a sigh. She was fully relaxed beside him. “Same here. I honestly thought I’d never have sex again. It seemed as distant to me as the stars.”
