Page 62 of Cursed Wolfsbane

No fucking wonder he hasn’t had a girlfriend. They probably all ran off terrified when he whipped out that monster.

I’m seriously questioning my life choices when Malachi laughs. “You’re staring at my cock like you’ve never seen one before.”

“I’ve seen dicks before, just never one that big! I don’t even know if it’ll fit.” My wide eyes meet his navy ones dancing with mirth. I narrow mine at him for finding this whole thing funny.

“I’ll fit, baby girl. You’ll be fine. Trust me.” He climbs on the bed and knee walks until he’s between my spread legs.

“Real fucking easy for you to say,” I grumble.

He snorts. “I’m negative since supernaturals don’t really get diseases like humans. Do you want me to use a condom?”

I give him a small shake of my head, knowing I’m negative too. I’ve never been with anyone without a condom before, but I want to feel all of him.

Nodding, Malachi flips me onto my hands and knees in one quick move and grips my hips with both hands. I’m disoriented from the position change when I feel him against my entrance, slowly starting to press in. I’m soaked from my earlier orgasm, so he’s gliding in easier than I would’ve thought. “Wait.” I gasp, and he instantly stills. “Aren’t you going to ask if I’m on birth control?” I am, for the record. I didn’t want to take any chances in the past. Apparently human birth control won’t work now that I have my magic and wolf, so Nan gave me a potion that should last for a few months.

He chuckles, the sound dark and full of promise. “That’s why I asked if you needed me to use a condom. I would love nothing more than to fuck you full of my babies. You said you don’t need it, so you’re either on board with that or on birth control.”

I turn to look at him over my shoulder incredulously, my mouth opening and closing like a fish as I try to find words to respond to that. What is it with my mates and mentioning kids out of the blue? I need a freaking warning before they start talking about having babies, because I am so not ready for that right now.

He grins at making me speechless before he resumes thrusting slowly into me. The stretch burns, and I feel fuller than I ever have. I let my head hang down, as I’m incapable of doing anything other than feeling. A small whimper escapes my lips at the pain that’s drowning out most of the pleasure right now. Malachi smooths one hand over my back. “You’re taking me so well, baby girl. Just a few more inches.”

Oh God.There’s more?

Jesus. I thought he was already all the way in. I’m not sure how much more I can take.

I don’t have time to worry about it because, with one hard snap of his hips, he pushes all the way in. We both groan. He gives me a moment to adjust to him before he starts driving into me in hard and fast strokes. Soon, the pain fades away, and I get lost in how good it feels. Reaching around, Malachi rubs my clit with his thumb as he pounds into me. Before I know it, my orgasm is crashing into me, drowning me in sensation and stealing my breath with how abrupt it is.

While I’m trying to recover from coming again, Malachi wraps his hand around my throat and pulls me upright, holding me to his sweat-slicked chest. With the change in the angle, it feels like he’s going even deeper, which I didn’t think was possible. I clutch onto his arm around my shoulders to ground myself. He doesn’t let up with the fast circles on my clit. “Give me one more.”

I shake my head slightly, his hand around my throat constraining my movement. “I can’t come again.”

“You can, and you will. Give it to me, baby girl. Now,” he rasps in my ear, warm breath feathering across my cheek.

At his order, I hurtle over the edge for the third time with a hoarse shout, clenching around him. My eyes roll back into my head as it feels like I’ve been struck by a lightning bolt, intense pleasure coursing through me as unpredictable and overwhelming as electricity. I can’t do anything but ride out wave after wave of my orgasm.

When I come back to myself, Malachi’s smooth thrusts become erratic. I feel hot jets of his cum fill me up. He buries his head in my shoulder with a groan as he comes. His teeth clamp around the crook of my neck but don’t actually break skin. I shudder at the brief flash of pain, and my wolf perks up at the almost mate bite.

We collapse in a sweaty pile on the bed, Malachi making sure to move to the side to avoid crushing me. He cradles me in hisarms as we both come down from what was, by far, the best fucking of my life.

My eyes are drifting closed as I’m lulled to sleep by the safety of his arms when the door to the bedroom crashes open.

CHAPTER 28

BRIAR

Both of us bolt upright at the sound, Malachi holding me to his chest protectively, but it’s just Saint. I relax when I see his familiar gray eyes until I remember that I’m naked. And thoroughly fucked. This probably wasn’t what he was expecting to see. I tense up, worried about his reaction.

“Hey, have you seen Xander and… oh….” Saint breaks off midsentence as he finally notices Malachi and I are both naked. His eyes widen as he roams his gaze over every inch of my bare skin before whirling around to face the door. “Uh, sorry. I didn’t realize you were, uh… yeah. I’m just gonna go now.” He practically runs out of the room, slamming the door behind him.

Jesus fucking Christ.

Again? Is it really necessary to have my mates keep walking in on me when I’m doing things with my other mates?

My face feels like it’s on fire with how hard I’m blushing, and I kind of want to find a rock to live under for the rest of my life, alone and unable to be in uncomfortable situations of my own making.

“We should probably get dressed,” Malachi says as he pulls fully out of me. Even though he just came, he’s still somehow hard. I groan at how good his cock feels, and he gives me a smugsmile. As he makes his way to the bathroom, I just flop on my back, exhausted from everything.

I’m staring at the ceiling, desperately trying not to think about everything with Patrick earlier and what I’m going to say to Saint, when Malachi comes out of the bathroom holding a hand towel. He climbs up on the bed and kneels between my legs. With gentle strokes, he cleans me up with the warm cloth, which feels a lot more intimate than fucking.

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