Page 22 of The Witch & the Grizzly

A wicked idea came to her then, and she tucked the last dregs of the Animal Sense potion into her fancy new belt. By late in the afternoon, most students had filtered out to the dining hall or gone out to the grounds or surrounding villages. She, in the meantime, was heading out to hopefully have some fun and adventure at Nathan’s place.

The blue rose-studded door contrasted with the other uniform doors, and she knocked nervously.

Nathan opened the door, beaming upon seeing Eva. He gestured dramatically for her to enter. “Come in.”

Once inside, Eva gasped. “What?”

Nathan had spruced up the single room, making it look far more homey. On the desk where a student might usually have a laptop, he had a box of chocolates and some flowers in a vase. There were snacks artfully arranged throughout, and he’d rearranged the chairs and covered them with sheets, making a blanket fort of sorts so that they might sit underneath and watch a movie on his laptop. He also had a bottle of wine.

“Oh!” she said, impressed. “You’ve put some effort in here.”

“Only the best for you,” he said with a grin. “I didn’t have as much time as I wanted to arrange more… you deserve a proper date, after all. But I hope this is suitably romantic.”

“Oh, it is,” she assured him, beaming at the flowers and the blanket fort. He invited her into it, and she made herself comfortable with the pillows and cushions he’d placed in there. Nathan offered her a chocolate and a glass of wine, which she gracefully accepted, and after she took off her belt and shoes, they settled into the space. He’d made it quite roomy, but because he was so big, he had to make sure he didn’t pull anything down while setting up the laptop.

“For today’s entertainment,” he declared, “we have some great options: romance, comedy, horror… or something neither of us have watched but have always wanted to.”

“Maybe… something light? I think I’ve had enough drama for now.”

They settled on some cutesy animated film about witches and a werewolf pack banding together to save the world. Honestly, she didn’t pay much attention to the movie when it was running, instead letting her attention drift to Nathan as she sipped her wine or chewed a piece of chocolate.

Though they were in the blanket fort, he’d gone to great lengths to give her enough personal space, but she didn’t want that space. She wanted to be closer to Nathan. She wanted to continue what had begun at the picnic but didn’t know how to broach it without sounding ridiculously horny, which she was, but still.

She liked his green eyes, his beautiful soft smile, and how his strong shoulders melded perfectly into his arms and triceps. He definitely seemed like the kind of man who could protect her, and it stirred something primal within her.

The movie kept playing; the werewolves were doing their thing during the full moon, and she offered a chocolate to Nathan, smiling flirtatiously. “I can’t eat all of these myself. I need someone to share them with…”

He took the candy with his teeth, and she felt the whisper of his lips on her fingers. His eyes twinkled mischievously as he chewed and swallowed before offering her a piece in return. She… may have been a little less subtle in the way she took it, making sure her lips brushed his fingers, keeping eye contact the whole time.

He raised one eyebrow in a silent question, and she decided to move her wine glass out of the way. He did the same. The movie kept playing, but the air crackled between them like a mini storm that had been brewing for weeks.

“I really did intend for this to just be a lovely movie night,” he said, his voice low and husky. “But if you keep staring at me like that, I might just have to change my plans.”

“I want you to change those plans,” she finally managed, feeling bold. “I’ve waited long enough.”

“Hm.” He took his sweet time closing the distance between them, ignoring the howling in the movie. He took her cheek in his hand, delicate and smooth, and leaned in to kiss her. Her anticipation and excitement overtook her, and she greedily reached for him. He chuckled against her lips. “My, my, you are impatient.”

She grunted in return, hurling herself onto him and pulling him down with her, thirsting for that complete body contact. He had one leg wedged between her thighs, and he supported himself with both arms, lifting her off the ground with the sheer strength of his body. She clung to him, delighted by his strength, before he lowered those arms and ground fiercely against her, sending a shockwave of pleasure through her. The entire area between her legs felt like it was on fire, and it sent zaps of arousal with every press of his leg.

She feared he might want to stop, but she didn’t. She’d waited long enough. She’d had nothing but her own thoughts and vague, longing phone messages for company. His lips crashed into hers, their bodies pressed close, and things grew heated, too heated for clothes.

They’d managed to keep the fort intact up till then, but it wouldn’t last much longer. She tugged at his shirt, offended that it covered his gorgeous body, but he stopped her as she’d feared.

“Eva… if we keep going, you know what will happen. We can still take our time –”

“To hell with that,” she snarled in response, tugging even more viciously at his shirt. “You think you can leave me feeling like that at the picnic and then not want to feel it again? Oh no. I’m done waiting.”

His green eyes went dark, the pupils fully blown. “I see,” he said and, without further ado, allowed her to take the shirt off. He started to remove her clothes as well.

“Then you won’t mind if I take your shirt off. I want to see you.”

She purred, stretching out to let him wrest off her garments until she was down to just her bra and underwear. He wasted no time removing his pants. Both of them were stripped down, and the bulge in his boxers made her very much want to see what he was packing down there. It looked… sizeable.

He noticed where her attention had drifted, and he grinned wickedly. She fought half-heartedly against him as he pushed her down, only to slather her with kisses and press his lips against the pulse point in her neck, with one hand going to her breast. In a tangle of limbs and a hazy desire for kisses, she wrapped her legs around him to feel his hardness against her pelvis.

“Damn, girl,” he murmured against her lips. “You’re not shy about what you want, are you?”

“And you’re taking your sweet time,” she growled in response, grinning. A little playful fighting ensued just because she wanted to be overpowered, to feel his strength. He did as obliged, pinning her down, wresting off her underwear in a fine sweep, before tugging down his and almost finishing the deed, except, instead, he rested on top of her and ground himself against her in a teasing motion.

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