Page 17 of Savior Mate

“Yeah? Besides, the spell I'm doing requires us to be intimate to work.”

“So my wish of fucking you on the dining table will come true?” I growled with sexual hunger in my eyes.

“Are you going to fuck me or not, Denzel?” He questioned. I rasped and gulped down a glass of water, rising from my chair and moving toward him. Clearing half the side of the large dining table, I kissed him, quickly peeling his clothes off his entire body. Lifting him from the floor, I wrapped my hands around his ass and pressed into it. I put him on the table and he turned, going on his knees and arching his back, leaving his perfect ass for me. Fuck, was he ever going to stop being this fucking pretty? I held back a growl and lubricated his ass crack, slipping my fingers into him.

“It's feel so fucking good to be inside you.” I stretched him until he was ready for penetration. With a gruff grunt, I yanked off my belt, setting my length, which was already aching to be inside him free. I stroked my cock and slipped all my length into him, gasping for breath at the hardcore pleasure of feeling him again. I reached for his throat, clasping my hands around him as I slammed into him.

“Fuck, yeah.” He moaned, supporting himself by holding the edge of the table. Each thrust of my cock into him sent sparks of desire coursing through the both of us. Fuck, did he not feel good every damn time? I kept pumping into him, our bodies colliding at the impact as the golden rays of the sun poured on our sweaty skin, causing us to glow in the setting sun.

“Yes, my little darkness, moan for me.” I said, pumping into him.

“I want you to fuck me against the wall.” He beckoned after a few thrusts. I pulled out, leaving a loud pop. He jumped from the table, taking my cock into his hand and kissing and stroking me as we backpedaled into the wall. With my back pressed against the wall, I lifted him from the floor and exchanged our position, holding his ass cheeks. He supported himself by leaning against the wall and I slipped my fingers into him.

“Fuck, you feel so good.” I breathed against his neck. I took my cock and pumped it into him, his hole clenching around my length and sending ripples of extreme pleasure through me. As I slammed into him and neared my release, he wrapped his hands around my neck, whispering some incoherent words which I believed were the spell. I felt a sharp pain in my finger, taking a glance at my glowing ring.

“Fuck, I'm going to come.”

“Come right inside me, big bad wolf.” He said in between his chants. As soon as he finished the spell, I found my release, spilling inside him. I trembled, still supporting him as I breathed heavily against his neck.

“You were so good,” he laid a kiss on my neck, then he took my mouth in a kiss. He kept holding me until I could catch my breath. “We should have a bath.” He said.

“Yes. I'll meet you upstairs. I have to clear the dishes.”

“No worries, we'll do the dishes together.”

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Once we finished in the kitchen and bathroom, we headed to the bar downtown to meet with the witch. I stopped the car by the sidewalk where Marion’s locator spell had led us to. We alighted from the vehicle and walked to the bar’s entrance. It had the most exquisite blend of party lights and soft 90s music fluttered into the bar from the background. They were a few people scattered across the establishment involving themselves in private conversations. Marion led us to the blonde woman sitting in the booth at the left end of the bar, and we joined her in the seat. Marion came with a book which had the image of the magical symbol that bound the curse, and he put the book on the table, open for her to see.

“No formal introduction.” She shrugged with a sly grin.

“You know why we came here.” Marion muttered, almost angry.

“I’m Sigrid. Nice to meet you.”

“Nice to meet you as well. Denzel.” I shook hands with her, and she eyed me, raising my suspicions about her.

“You’re the wolf, right?”

“Yes, he is. Denzel, can you help us with drinks? Anything on the menu?” He told me.

“Yes, sure.” I didn't know what was going on with these two, but I guessed they were old acquaintances, hence the banter. I rose from my seat and proceeded to the counter, hoping that all went well.

I recalled when Marion said he had something to tell me. With Sigrid present, all I could think of was that there was more to Marion’s story, and I wanted to know. I had to.

11

Marion

“Where’s my sister? You promised to come with her.” I leaned closer to Sigrid and seized her arms after Denzel had walked to the bar. My eyes darkened as anger blazed in my orbs.

“Does your little wolf mate know that you’re about to sacrifice his life? I see he’s marked his territory.” Sigrid smirked as she tried to touch the mating mark, but I smacked her hands away.

“Where is my sister, Sigrid?”

“Relax, Marion. It’s not like she’s been gone for long. If you try anything stupid, I’ll kill you and your sister. Reunion on the other side is the best, isn’t it?” she spoke through gritted teeth as she tussled out of my arms. “You know what you’ll do. Don’t fuck it up!” she forced a grin as Denzel returned to us with a bottle of wine and three glasses. Sigrid stood to her feet before he could settle down and she gave him a warm smile. “I’ll see you guys later.”

“But you haven’t even…”

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