Page 77 of Waltzing With Witches

I thrust against him, pausing at his tip as I grin. “Makes me wanna fight you,” I admit. “Being competitive and all.”

He grins, punching his hips once, driving the head of cock inside me. I gasp as he lets out a self-satisfied chuckle.

“Good. Rough sex is a hallmark of vampire relationships. The more we fight, the hotter it’ll be when we come.”

“Oh God,” I moan, pulsing around him. “You’re so thick, I—”

“Can take every inch,” he says with a growl. “Sit down on it.”

Heat flushes my cheeks, a sheen of sweat breaking out across my forehead. I fall forward, planting both hands on his chest as I sink down onto him. Pain and pleasure war in my body at the intrusion of something this damn big.

“That’s it,” he croons. “Give yourself a minute to adjust. I’m big, mate.”

“I know,” I snap. “This is like trying to fuck a damn tree trunk.”

He scratches at the wall. “Let me free, Ben.”

Ben makes a terrible sound that I know means no.

Abe snarls, “One hand is sufficient. You can keep the other.”

With an irritated rumble, Ben pops a cuff open. Abe’s left hand comes to my clit and rubs. A wash of pleasure floods me as I clench harder around him, my muscles trembling.

“Let your pleasure rise, Morgan. Close your eyes and feel what my touch does to you.”

Obeying, I sit upright on my knees, my head falling to one side. Deft fingers stroke my clit and pussy lips, my body relaxing. His free hand comes to my hip and pulls me farther down, his cock head brushing against my G-spot.

“Oh God!” I cry out. “Abe, fuck!”

“Stay there for a moment,” he murmurs. “Ben, give me my other hand; I’m fine.”

The cuff snaps open with a pop, but I don’t open my eyes. I wait to feel his hands on me. They grip my hips and rock me in a steady circle on top of him. Every move activates my G-spot until I’m tense and panting.

Abe pulls me farther down into his lap, growling as my pussy brushes the base of his cock. With a quick thrust, he punches all the way inside me, his back arching as his mouth falls open on a silent scream.

“Abe,” I gasp, unable to keep still, my hips rocking, driving the pleasure higher and higher. I won’t last two minutes like this.

He shifts to the side, lying flat on his back as he grinds me hard against him. Pleasure spikes through me, building and flowing as we fuck each other. My cries rise in volume. Orgasm has never built like this, never lit me up so completely.

“Mine,” I whisper, eyes flicking to his. “You’re mine, Abe.”

CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO

KEEPER

Pleasure and dominance war inside me, demanding I fill my mate’s need. The sound of our sloppy fucking drives me to the ends of sanity. Each time I thrust inside her, she coats me with blood and arousal. It drips down my length to my balls, every sweet drop imprinting her scent on me.

“Mine. You’re mine, Abe,” she whispers, storm-cloud eyes narrowed, her mouth open. Her body pulls me deep, her muscles clenched tight as her thighs begin to quiver. She breathes fast, hard, eyes closing as she begins to unravel.

The bond I ignored for a hundred years, tamped down by dulling potion, is alive and taut between us, allowing me to feel her emotion in ways I haven’t been able to for decades.

She’s about to come all over me.

I fuck faster, punching up into her even as I grind her clit over my pubic bone. When orgasm hits her, she explodes into desperate cries, screaming my name over and over. Whipping a hand up, I grip her throat to feel her voice reverberate through my bones and deep into my soul.

Bliss hits me next, exploding from the inside out as cum rushes through my shaft, spilling inside her so intently, my vision goes black.

No, not black.

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