Page 52 of Their Witch Bride

She hesitates. “I've never… had sex before.”

My body stiffens. She’s a virgin? That should not turn me on, but it does. It turns me on so hard that I actually have to curl my hands into fists to keep from reaching out and touching her. From reaching out and pulling her against my hard, aching body. She’s never had another man inside of her before. What a gift it would be to be her first.

Damn it.

My wolf rumbles inside of me, wanting her also on a deep instinctual level that’s hard to comprehend. He wants her to smell like us. He wants us to claim her for our own. I'm starting to rethink this plan of ours, because how the hell am I supposed to make it through this night without touching her, without feeling her body on mine, without being inside of her?

“We won't be doing anything but sleeping tonight,” I grumble, pissed that it has to be like that. Pissed that I ever agreed to spend my nights lying next to an intoxicating woman and not touching her.

“No sex?” she asks, clearly surprised.

Fuck, does she know she’s torturing me? “No.”

“Not even later in the night?”

Maybe. Maybe just a little bit of… “No.”

“Oh, um, okay,” she replies, and I scent the relief on her. She settles under the covers. “Shifters must be different than human men, because a human man would definitely want sex from his wife.”

Don’t remind me.

She turns away from me and snuggles in. I lie, rock hard, listening as the hours pass and she eventually settles into sleep, her breathing calm and even. But my dick never softens. My wolf never stops demanding her for himself.

I’m tempted to wrap a hand around myself and just relieve some of the tension, but stop myself when I picture her waking up to find me in such a state. There’s no way I could stop from fucking her then. So, instead, I lay, miserable as hell, hating Drogo and Arlys and this whole stupid plan.

More time ticks by. She turns so she’s facing my direction, but she’s asleep. She’s breathing evenly, her full lips parted, the creamy swell of her breasts visible above the covers.

Fuck it.

Scooting the covers down, I yank out my dick and start jerking myself off. I’m surprisingly close. My hold tightens. My rhythm increases. My breathing comes in and out in little rasps, and my gaze locks onto her breasts. I’d like to spill my seed all over her. Hell, I’d like to yank her little virgin pussy on top of me right now and ride her until she comes.

Instead, I tighten my hold, moving faster, her scent washing so strongly over me that I’m consumed by it, until a gasp slips from my lips and my cum spills down my shaft. It feels… good. Better. But not as good as I’d hoped.

As I continue breathing rapidly, I reach out, my finger inches from her breasts, then drop my hand, frustrated. My gaze moves to her face, and I see her eyes are open. They widen when our gazes meet, and I curse under my breath.

My dick hardens again, and I reach for her, expecting her to pull away, but she doesn’t. My fingers skim the tops of her breasts, and my blood thunders in my veins. She’s so hot, and she smells so damn good.

The pact. Remember the pact.

Quietly, I turn away and clean myself up, then lay back in bed. My gaze slides to her. Her eyes are closed, but I don’t think she’s sleeping… and the humming is back under my skin. The one that demands this woman.

Fucking hell, this is going to be a long night.

EIGHTEEN

Tara

I feel happy down to my very soul, and I have no idea why. My eyes open sleepily, and I realize I’m in a big soft bed. It takes a minute to remember where I am and what I’m doing, but the large, muscular arms around me are a pretty big hint. Right, my night with Prince Rinan. A night without sex.

No sex, but there was… something. Even just thinking about him gripping his cock, his cock that I think was fairly big, and pumping until he finished makes me feel strange. Hot even. Last night, I’d gotten so wet that my panties had been soaked. I remember feeling it and squeezing my inner muscles, but it didn’t help, it just felt like I needed to move. Needed to do something. I’d never been wet before, although I’d heard jokes about it that finally make sense to me.

He was just so sexy. His grip had been so tight, and he’d been staring at my breasts the whole time. He’d even touched me. Does that mean he finds me attractive? I have no idea how men work. I’ve heard it said that any pussy will do, so maybe that’s all I am to him.

And then… he’d exploded. I’d heard about men’s cum. I’d been taught about the birds and bees, but I’d never pictured it to be so sexy.

Is there something wrong with me? Or is this normal? I have no idea.

I wiggle within the arms that surround me. Actually, it’s not just his arms wrapped around me, it’s his whole body. He’s pressed tightly against me, with one of his legs thrown over mine, and his arms a cage around me. Strangely, it’s pretty damn comfortable… except that something hard is poking my back.

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