Page 21 of Sasquatch Love Spell

His yellow eyes were glowing in the darkness and he was naked, his muscles rippling. It was even more majestic than those warriors in their animal masks.

Adam was all animal.

She ran. Her feet barely touching the leaves of the forest floor, her hair flowing out behind her as she darted through brush, trees and around rocks. She could hear him crashing through the trees; her heart pounding between her ears roared like thunder.

As much as she wanted him, she wasn’t going to make this easy for him.

She wanted the hunt.

She wanted to be his prey.

His and only his.

She was running blindly in the dark and then she skidded to a stop when she realized she’d hit the lake and there was nowhere to turn to. She was trapped. Adam came crashing through the bush then, a rumble in his chest, panting as his eyes locked on hers.

Her nipples hardened, her pussy aching in anticipation of being claimed by him. She wanted that big, delicious cock buried deep inside her, thrusting in and out until she screamed in pleasure.

“Mine,” he growled, closing the gap between them. His large hands covered her shoulders and he forced her to the ground on her hands and knees.

Dagda, yes. I want this.

She wanted this.

Always.

His cock pressed against her entrance before thrusting into her. Filling her. She cried out, his hands wrapped around her hips and he pumped into her with a frenzy, like a rutting beast.

She rocked her hips, riding the length of him. The orgasm building up in the pit of her belly, her hands began to turn into vapor as pleasure overtook her. She let out a wail, not the harbinger wail, but high-pitched as the banshee part of her took over. It was like she was about to levitate off the forest floor, but she grounded herself the best she could and tried to hold on.

Adam’s pace quickened. His thrusts becoming shallower, quicker, and then he let out a roar as he came, her pussy squeezing him as his hot seed spilled inside her. He slipped out of her and rolled over on his back, breathing heavily. She maintained control on her corporeal form and clung to his chest, burying herself in his fur and drinking in the scent of his arousal.

“That was…fun,” he murmured, wrapping his arms around her protectively to cover her.

“It was,” she replied, clinging to his fur.

“I’ve never hunted a mate before,” he panted.

“You’re very, very good at it.”

“Did I scare you?” he asked.

“No.” She leaned over him and pressed a kiss on his neck. “Nothing scares me.”

Except control and the possibility that Adam’s life was in danger. That terrified her, but she kept that thought to herself.

“Should we go back?” he asked.

“Can’t we just lie here for the night?”

Adam nodded and pulled her in closer. “The shoreline is nice.”

“And you’re warm.” She kissed him again. “Just hold me close.”

All she wanted to do was lie here in the arms of her bigfoot and forget about everything. This was all she wanted.

She wasn’t asleepfor long when she heard a splash, like a slap on the water. She opened her eyes slowly. Adam was still out cold, but holding her tight. Her eyes adjusted on the water and she could see a luminescent glow under the still blackness of the lake.

Coraliane surfaced and then climbed up on a rock. She was grinning when her cold eyes focused on Adam.

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