Page 20 of Sasquatch Love Spell

“For what?” Adam asked.

“For not turning me in or sending me away.”

Adam squatted down in front of her so his big yellow eyes were looking level with her. “I told you I’d protect you.”

Her heart melted and she ran her fingers along his thick brow ridge and down his face to his full lips. She wouldn’t let any harm come to him. She’d protect him too. No matter what it took.

“Let’s go. There’s a chill in the air and a threat of frost tonight. I’ll make us something to eat.” Adam scooped her up and bounded up the hill to his cabin. She snuggled in his arms, feeling at peace, even though she had a job to do whenever Coraliane decided.

She was going to make sure he slept soundly tonight just in case. She knew how possessive Sasquatches could be over their mates and she didn't want him to know she had made a deal with the mermaid. Aoife was going to have to tire him out and she would take great pleasure in that.

In just a matter of a minutes, they were through the protective layer of brush and up to the rock ledge where they were sheltered. He set her down and then opened the door for her. The cabin was still warm and she took off her cloak, hanging it by the door.

“I’ll be right back. I’m going to catch some fish and then I’ll make you some dinner.” Adam shut the door and she settled on his big bed. The fire was just embers, so she made her way over there and built the fire back up, just like she had done when she visited her grandmother’s stone cottage on the moor. She could hear the water from here too. It was nice. It reminded her of the semi peaceful times of her childhood. It relaxed her and made her feel safe.

Adam returned with fish he had cleaned. His eyes widened in surprise. “You got the fire ready?”

“You sound so surprised,” she teased.

“I am. Usually Tuatha Order members start a fire with a spell; your hands are dirty.”

“I spent some time on the moors in Ireland,” she interrupted him. “I know how to do somewhat basic survival tasks. Besides,banshees are used as assassins, like wraiths. We can’t always stay in five-star resorts. And there are times we can’t use magic.”

Adam sighed. “Assassins?”

“I don't like that I’m that,” Aoife stated. “I don’t kill for fun. My ancestors did, but I don’t. I hate that part of me.”

Adam put the fish in a cast iron skillet and set it on the grate over the fire. “And Prince Ivar wants you for that?”

“Yes. To kill for him and to breed more killers for him,” Aoife put it bluntly.

A growl erupted deep in Adam’s chest and she knew he was thinking about that. His fist was clenching and he pulled the skillet off the grate. There was a musky, spicy, delicious scent in the air which made her nipples hard and her body tremble.

“The fish can’t be done,” she teased, her blood heating.

Adam stood up, his eyes almost glowing, his chest heaving as he began to take off his clothes. “I have to claim you. Now.”

A shiver of pleasure rippled through her, her pulse racing. “Because of the thought of Prince Ivar fucking me?”

He growled again, not responding.

Aoife licked her lips and stood up, taking off her dress. Her pussy already throbbing with need. She wanted to be claimed by him. Have him fill her with his seed. She had this burning need to bear his young. It was overpowering. “Well?”

“What?” he asked, his voice deep and guttural.

“Is it because you don’t want another to have me?”

“Yes,” he gritted out, pulling down his jeans. His large cock erect, waiting for her, a bead of precum on the tip.

She licked her lips, remembering the taste. “What if I ran from you?” she teased, because the thought of being hunted by him, the thought of him claiming her in the woods, was completely arousing. It was like the old hunts of Beltane in May. She’d been a part of them with some ancient Celtic warriors from the underworld. Those were always titillating. A ritual yes, butit was a moment of freedom. Standing there in their stag masks, with her adorned in a doe mask, to be hunted and mated in frenzy under a full moon.

It wasn’t a full moon tonight, but she wanted to be hunted by Adam. She wanted that primal moment of coupling in the woods. She wanted to be completely overpowered and then fucked.

By him. Her mate.

Adam growled again. “You wouldn’t.”

“I think I would.” She teleported herself outside, waiting for him. She could hear the roar reverberating through the night. That echoing howl sent a shiver of delight through her. Her body trembled in anticipation as he practically ripped the wooden door off its hinges and burst out.

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