Page 12 of Sasquatch Love Spell

When Aoife had told him that she was on the run from Prince Ivar’s men, he was a bit concerned it was like that all over again. He could see the sincerity in her eyes, and then he knew she wasn’t lying to him or using him. He wasn’t sure what it was about her, but he wanted to protect her.

He wanted Aoife to be his mate.

Fill her with his seed.

Make her his.

Completely.

When he buried his cock into her tight little sheath, he’d been overcome with this wild, hunger that burned deep in his veins. Like a primal animal. All he could think about was being deep in her wet cunt.

Then she said that she was Prince Ivar’s and it was dangerous, but he made a promise, even if she was putting his brothers at risk. He was good about his word.

“Are you okay?” she asked, snuggling up closer.

“I’m okay,” he murmured. “Just…I don’t want to be used again for the wrong reasons.”

She draped herself across his chest, twirling her fingers in his fur. “I’m not using you, Adam. Trust me. I have never experienced what I just shared with you before. It’s was so damn good. I don’t fuck someone to use them. It means something tome if I can trust you, if I want you that much. Sex is magic and I don’t use that lightly.”

A growl of appreciation rumbled in his chest.

“And you do…want me?” he asked.

Aoife grinned. “I’ll show you how much I want you.”

She moved down his body, kissing his chest until she got to his cock, which was already getting hard, just having her close. He watched as she ran her tongue around the head of his penis. He moaned and ran his fingers through her dark hair as she gripped the base of his cock with her hand before taking him in her mouth, sucking him, while gently stroking the rest of his cock with her hand.

He gripped the blanket under him, throwing back his head to let out a howl that shook the walls of his cabin. No one had ever done that to him before and it felt so good, but he didn’t want to come in her mouth.

He wanted to come inside her.

As if reading his thoughts, she moved, her legs on either side of his hips as she held his cock and then slowly sank down on him. Her pussy still wet, warm, and so damn tight. His hands encircled her waist as she rode him. He thrust up toward her, faster and faster, craving that hot, wet, tightness of her sweet pussy.

He couldn’t get enough of it.

It was overpowering him.

Aoife reached between her legs, rubbing her clit as she rode him. Her body shimmering in and out of this plane of existence, her eyes going from inky black to white. Even though it looked like she was disappearing, he could still feel her and her tight cunt wrapped around him.

Milking him.

“Gonna come,” he moaned, letting out a howl.

Aoife shrieked, almost as loud as his own. Her pussy clenched around his cock and it wasn’t long before he came quickly too, shooting his load inside her.

Aoife’s body shimmered and she collapsed on top of him. His cock slipped out of her, but he couldn’t hold on to her any longer. It was like she was no longer there, and all he wanted to was touch her.

“Aoife,” he murmured.

“I’m here. Barely,” she whispered, her voice hollow and shaking. “Sorry, it’s hard to hold my form once I let out a call.”

“A call?” he asked.

She slithered off him, almost like mist, and then her form became opaque, but her eyes were still all white and glowing.

“A banshee call.” Her voice shook. “It was small.”

“Doesn’t that usually mean someone is going to die?” he asked.

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