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“You’re tired. I’m still somewhat under the influence of both your spell and the Halloween blue moon. I think we’ll both enjoy things more after we’ve had a few hours to rest.”
“Oh.” Hazel didn’t know what else to say. He wasn’t going to have sex with her now. Disappointment didn’t even begin to cover how she felt.
As if he’d read her mind, Drake flexed his hips, his cock burrowing between the cheeks of her ass. “Don’t worry, my beautiful witch.” He kissed her neck. “I’ll give you all the carnal knowledge you need.” He palmed a breast. “Once we’ve both rested --” He flexed his hips again. “-- when we can more appreciate each other.”
Hazel shivered, goose flesh popping out all over her body. “This is torture. You’re into that sadistic shit, aren’t you?”
Drake’s chuckle vibrated through her body where it touched his. “I have no idea what you’re talking about. I simply believe in making each experience as pleasurable as possible. Your first time should focus on you, and you can’t fully enjoy it as tired as you are.” He shifted to bring her even closer to him, wrap his arms more securely around her. “I refuse to let anything keep you from fully enjoying it.”
“Well.” Hazel snuggled into his arms. “When you put it that way, how can I object?”
* * *
How could she object? What thefuckhad he been thinking? Hazel slept soundly. Squarely on top of him, her legs straddling his hips, her temptingly wet cunt enfolding the length of his cock with its lips. All he’d have to do was shift his position slightly and flex his hips and he’d be fully imbedded inside her.
He groaned.
He wished he hadn’t thought of that.
Thank God it was well into the morning and the full moon was no longer a problem. He was back in control of his animal self, but he could feel a tickling sensation inside him. It was a sensation he never thought he’d feel except on those rare blue moons. True, the previous evening was just such an event, but that need to transform he associated with that damned itching always faded with the light.
Not so this morning. That sensation seemed to be centered on the close proximity of the woman wrapped around him…
Could it be that simple?
He tightened his arms around Hazel reflexively. This was his woman. Hiswoman. The need to shift without the presence of the moon was supposed to mean he’d found a mate, and to drive him tomatewith her as soon as possible. Was that what was happening to him?
He could feel the stupid grin spread across his lips. Drake Cole had found his mate. And she was a witch.
* * *
Screaming woke Hazel. She was a virgin, in the most technical sense, but she’d figured out long ago about orgasms. Or at least shethoughtshe’d figured them out.
Drake had latched his lips onto her cunt and was sucking and licking for all he was worth. Hazel tangled her fingers in his silky black and silver hair and pulled him to her as hard as she could. She screamed and screamed, bucking and grinding and wrapping her legs around his head for good measure.
The waves seemed to go on and on and on before diminishing to a sizzling, pulsing throb. When her body was again on a normal keel, Hazel simply went limp.
Which was probably a good thing, considering it had to be tough for Drake to breathe.
But Drake didn’t come up for air. Instead, he simply shifted his position and settled in to feast. One finger slid into her, then two. He glided them gently within her body, only to retreat and start over again. His tongue gently flicked her clit, seemingly mindful of its oversensitivity.
“Oh, God. I can’t move.” Hazel’s body felt nice and tingly, but heavy as lead. The chuckling emanating from between her legs confirmed the fact that Drake didn’t particularly care.
“Then just relax and enjoy.”
Drake’s free hand wandered up her body, finally resting on her breast and kneading gently. Her breath caught when he plucked the nipple to a taut peak, and she arched her back, encouraging him to do it again. He complied with the other breast, while his morning beard scratched her inner thighs erotically and enhanced her pleasure. When they finished, she knew his mark would be left on her.
Pleasure built within her rapidly. She hadn’t even recovered from the first orgasm and another was simmering just beneath the surface. When she was just about to fall from the precipice Drake had taken her to, he pulled back and she couldn’t breathe. Thinking he didn’t realize he’d stopped just as she was about to come, Hazel gritted her teeth and gripped the sheets, concentrating on moving air through her lungs.
Drake started nipping and licking again. All around her pussy, her clit, and back again in just the right places with just the right amount of pressure. His hand never stopped its wandering over her upper body and his fingers never left her cunt for long. The internal massage he performed on her was driving her wild. She couldn’t believe how wonderful this was! He seemed to know exactly which buttons to push. Once again she justknewshe was about to come, and once again, Drake pulled back.
Hazel couldn’t stop the groan when the tingling in her groin faded.
“What’s the matter, love?” Hazel didn’t buy that innocent sounding question for an instant.
“Somehow, I have the feeling you know exactly what you’re doing.”
“I have no idea what you’re talking about, Hazel.” Drake’s grin was positively wolfish. “Is there something you need that I’m not doing? All you have to do is ask.”
