Page 17 of Charmed and Dangerous

Finally, he kissed his way south, laving the soft skin of her belly and her hips, before reaching the soft folds of her sex. Maeve's hands were clenched in his hair, guiding his mouth as he tasted her, his tongue dipping into her depths and exploringevery inch. She writhed beneath him, her breath coming in quick gasps, and his lips sealed against her, sucking gently.

As his teeth gently scraped over her clitoris, she cried out, her body tensed and released, spasming with pleasure.

“Saul,” Maeve gasped, her voice breathy and filled with need. “I need you inside me. Now.”

He lifted his head, a slow smile spreading across his face as he looked at her.

“Anything for you, Maeve,” he murmured, before easing his way between her legs.

He notched himself at her entrance, her sex wet and swollen, inviting him. He lowered himself onto her and slowly pushed inside. At first, he was huge, and she panicked. He was way bigger than anyone she had been with before, but he took his time, murmuring soothing words to her, and she slowly relaxed, letting him fully seat inside of her. The pressure was intense and amazing. She wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him closer, lifting her hips against him. Taking it as a sign that she was ready, he moved, slowly at first, then faster as she met him, her body arching to meet his thrusts.

Their moans echoed in the room. Maeve’s head was thrown back, her eyes closed as she was lost to the passion that enveloped her.

As Saul pistoned his hips, driving into Maeve with a ferocity, she met him with equal fervor, their bodies slapping together with wet, slick sounds. He leaned down and took a nipple in his mouth again, sucking and nibbling it as his hips continued to move. Maeve cried out again, her body tensing and releasing as the pleasure built within her.

Saul's teeth scraped over her nipple again, and Maeve gasped, and her body convulsed around him, her orgasm washing over them both. He continued to thrust into her,riding out the waves of her release, until they both came to a shuddering halt.

Panting heavily, Saul pulled out of Maeve, collapsing onto the bed beside her. He glanced over at her, his eyes filled with warmth and affection.

“That was amazing,” he said, a small smile playing on his lips.

Maeve nodded, her own smile broadening. “I’ve never felt anything like that before,” she admitted, running her fingers through his hair.

Saul leaned in to kiss her, their lips meeting in a gentle, passionate embrace. As their tongues danced and their breaths mingled, Maeve felt a sense of contentment wash over her. This was more than just a physical connection; it was a deep emotional bond that bound them together.

As they lay in each other's arms, Saul gently stroked Maeve's hair, his fingers tracing the curve of her ear. “I’m glad you felt that too,” he whispered, his voice low and husky. “I care for you, Maeve, more than I can express.”

Maeve's heart swelled at his words, and she couldn't help but smile. “I care for you too, Saul,” she replied, snuggling into his arms and sighing with contentment.

He was her very own, very sexy teddy bear. Cocooned in the warmth of his embrace, she drifted off to sleep.

Maeve satin between Saul’s legs on his king-sized bed, while he fed her berries and cream from the improvised picnic he’d thrown together when they’d woken up ravenous after their second round of lovemaking. They were eating and sharing stories of their childhood, along with hopes and dreams, allthings he had never once thought about doing with anyone else in his bed.

He had always been more of a get in, get it done and move on kind of guy. He never lingered with a woman, never had the urge to cook breakfast for her, and certainly never had a picnic in bed with her. But then again, he had never found his mate before, either.

“So you’ve always known that you’re going to be the alpha of your clan? No pressure there,” Maeve said.

He shrugged, popping a blueberry in her mouth. “I suppose. To me, it was something I’ve always known, so it wasn’t a big deal. Everything I’ve done, learned, and planned for revolves around that.”

“How does Felicia fit into those plans?”

He grimaced, though he likes the bite of jealousy in her tone. “She doesn’t. Bears look for their true mate and rarely mate without their bond. Felicia is not my mate and never will be, though her family hoped that a bond would form. They need the protection of our clan. My father wouldn’t mind a bond with them, but we don’t need it. We’re a healthy clan.”

Maeve was silent for a few moments, then she asked, “You mentioned that some shifters have mated with non-shifters. Have any of your clan ever mated with non-shifters?”

He sighed. That was a tricky question. “Not exactly. My great uncle Grigori supposedly found his mate many years ago in a witch whom he spent time with, but she rejected him and went back to her family. He believes she didn’t feel the bond like he did. He’s been alone ever since. The rest of the clan either mates with a bear or chooses not to mate.”

She shifted so she could see his face. “Is it forbidden?”

“Of course not. There are risks. The children might not shift or have difficulties, though most believe the children take after one or the other parent. No blending.”

“So the child is either a witch or a bear. Not both.”

He nodded. “Exactly. But there have not been many shifter and non-shifter pairings in our clan.”

She ate a strawberry and was quiet for a while. “Are we fooling ourselves, Saul? This is probably just the potion, right?”

He moved so she could see him. “Absolutely not. I told you that I believe you’re my mate. It’s rare, but it can happen. The potion may affect my human half, but it cannot affect my bear and that’s where the mating bond comes from. The bear feels the bond.”

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