Page 59 of Watch Me Burn

I found a future. A hope.Love.I found family. I found someone who cares enough about me that those silly questions I blew off really were him getting to know me.

Because he loves me.

Because I’m meant to be his mate.

Because this bond between us will only grow strong in time… but only if we finalize it first.

And the only way to do that is…

“I want you to mate me.”

He shudders out a breath. “You don’t know what you’re saying. You still think like a human, Red. I won’t pretend you don’t mean it. Your body is crying out for me.” He inhales deeply. “I can smell how aroused you are right now. It’s the sweetest fucking scent I’ve every had the honor of taking into my lungs. But if I mate you… if Ifuckyou… there isn’t anything that will stop me from claiming you for life. If it was any other night than the full moon, our bond wouldn’t finalize. But it is the full moon. I’m not strong enough to keep from biting you. Don’t ask me to because it’ll fucking kill me to disappoint you.”

My eyes are adjusted enough to the darkness to find the edge of his cheek. I cradle it. “I’m not asking you to keep from biting me, Conall. Iwantyou to.”

He turns into my hand, brushing his lips against my palm. The points of his fangs prick me as though they’re ready to do just that.

I slide my other hand down until I can swipe my thumb over the head of his cock. He hisses when I find it, hips jerking in a mimicry of what he’ll do if I let him fuck me.

I’m ready. I’m so ready. But Conall…

He’s a wolf shifter. If my understanding of the predators is apt enough, there are two things he won’t be able to resist: a challenge, and his mate on all fours.

I issued the change.

Now?

I pull out of his embrace. The fact that he lets me go tells me that this is completely my choice. If I want him, I have to take him. Or, well, let him take me.

Alright.

Moving away from him, I go to the middle of the cave. I don’t bother with any fireballs. It’s pointless when I won’t have a hand to wield one in a second, and if I need to figure out how to anchor fire somewhere else… hey. That’s a lesson for later on.

Like tomorrow. Or the day after.

It’s the full moon. I expect I’ll be busy the rest of the night.

“Red? What are you…”

“You tell me,” I purr, grabbing my leggings by the waistband and pulling them down.

I take my time. There’s no rush, and I want this seduction to be something for Conall to remember. Thanks to his wolf, he can see everything I’m doing right now which is great.

This striptease is all for him.

When I bend over, kicking off my boots so I can remove my leggings, his renewed growl fills the cave. By the time my leggings are off, the growl is inside my heart.

Then I shuck my panties, and it conquers my soul.

Conall moves toward me. I can’t see him, though I can sense him, and I purposely lower myself to the ground next.

I’m not the frightened one. I get the feeling that he thinks that I’ll eventually wake up, realize he’s a predator, and bolt. Yeah, right. Of the two of us, the witch with the power to blast fire is probably a bigger problem.

Dangerous, right?

I’m dangerous.

I get on my hands and knees, presenting my ass to him. Then, with as much a dare to my voice as I can manage when my throat is thick with lust and anticipation, I ask him: “Tell me? Is the big, bad wolf brave enough to claim his witch?”

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