Page 184 of Cursed Bonds: An Alpha's Destiny

“I want you,” he rumbled. “I need you. Can I have you?”

My lips felt numb. His alpha aura washed over me in a carnal blaze. It collided with my magic, making my head spin. An intense desire surged up inside me. I wanted him. I wanted him badly.

Swallowing hard, I said, “Yes, you can have me. You can do whatever you want with me.”

With a snarl, he was upon me, scooping me up and barreling me backward to the bed. He tossed me on it, and I bounced a little from the impact. My anger, irritation, and worry vanished as whatever magic resided in shifters flooded into and around my own. Heat radiated from me, and I tugged my shirt up over my head.

Jace gazed down at me with hungry eyes. He grabbed his belt and yanked hard, not even bothering to unbuckle it. The leather snapped in two at his supernatural strength, tearing several belt loops along the way. Tossing the ruined belt aside, he fell to his knees in front of me and grabbed my hips, dragging me to the edge of the bed. He pushed my skirt up to my waist and pulled my thong to the side. Struggling with my bra, I arched my back and moaned as his tongue flicked over me.

The sounds coming from him were a cross between lust and animalistic desire. If I didn’t know better, I’d have thought he was really devouring me. He slid his tongue along my pussy, then circled my clit before slipping low to probe my ass, marking me with ecstasy.

As he fucked me with his tongue, he awkwardly pulled off his pants, and I discarded my bra. Digging my fingers into his hair, I pressed his face closer to me.

Mouth half open from the rapture I felt, I took a shuddering breath. “I want you in my mouth, Jace.”

He grinned up at me, then stripped down until he was fully naked. Climbing on the bed, he swung one leg over my head and faced my pussy. His thick cock grazed my lips as he lowered his mouth to my clit. I opened my mouth, greedily taking him in, as I curled my hand around his shaft at the base.

Every time we were together, it was like the first time—intense and uncontrollable. A nearly feral shifter and a mad witch writhing in desire, like we were teenagers desperate to explore all the wonders of sex. Any other time, I’d think it was ridiculous, but now I wanted to enjoy the ride.

His cock touched the back of my throat, and I groaned as he thrust into my mouth. He continued to feast on me, adding a finger, sliding it deep as his tongue slipped and slid along every inch of me. Knowing I was giving him pleasure heightened my arousal, adding to the sensation of his tongue on me. As I stroked and sucked him, I lost myself, allowing all thought, all worry to vanish. I wanted him to come. Needed to feel his body shudder and know that I’d been the one to do it.

Jace thrust his hips, fucking my mouth with his cock. My tongue slid over his shaft and tip, my cheeks hollowing out as I sucked eagerly.

“I’m gonna come,” he grunted, trying to pull away.

With my free hand, I grabbed his ass and pulled him closer. He moaned in understanding and went back to eating my pussy, this time with even more fervor. Soon, my own climax began to build, the embers being breathed to life into a raging inferno.

I moaned around Jace’s cock as I came, hard and sharp. Jace didn’t stop as I writhed beneath him. Spurred on by my orgasm and the release of tension, I pulled Jace closer, stroking and sucking him harder and faster until, at last, he called out my name as he came.

He tasted sour, bitter, and sweet all at once. As I swallowed, I couldn’t imagine being closer to him, and a faint smile crossed my lips as he collapsed atop me, his hips at my chest, face resting on my thigh, panting for breath.

“Fuck,” Jace said. “That was amazing.”

Once he’d regained his breath, he settled beside me and pressed his lips to mine softly. “I’m sorry. You were right. I shouldn’t have been acting that way.”

“Everyone gets those feelings of insecurity. Just tell me next time. Okay?”

“There won’t be a next time, but yeah, I’ll tell you.”

“Let’s get dressed and head back downstairs. I don’t want everyone to think we’re up here doing it.”

“But we were up here doing it,” Jace said with a laugh.

“Yeah, but that’s not the point,” I said, chuckling with him. “Come on.”

When we got downstairs, we saw the group had departed. Harley and Tank were in the kitchen, doing dishes.

“Oh, look,” Harley said, beaming at us. “Freshly fucked and happy again.”

“Uh… I’m going outside,” Tank said, face flushing at Harley’s words. He dropped the plate he’d been scrubbing back into the water and fled out the door.

Harley pouted. “Did I make him uncomfortable? Too bad. I didn’t think he was a prude.”

“He’s a little conservative,” Jace said. “You can’t blame him, though. He was born in the early ‘60s. The whole flower-power and free-love thing didn’t get too deep into rural Missouri. He’s a bit old-fashioned.”

“Yikes,” Harley said. “Makes sense why he’s got the hots for Tinsley. They’re both old as hell.”

“Hey!” Jace said, looking affronted.

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