Page 303 of Sigils & Spells

“And I can scent your yearning.” She shook his hand off and reached for the zipper on his pants. She tugged it down and his cock sprang free, the hard length of him hot against her palm.

“Gods,” he ground out and his heartbeat sped up to match hers. “I need…”

“I know.” Her fangs dropped and she stifled a moan as the tip of him pearled, Fenris’s arousal betraying his warring emotions.

She pushed him down on the bench and straddled him, her slick folds sliding over him. Fenris sucked in a breath as she reached beneath her skirt and in one quick movement, impaled herself on his engorged member.

“Mari.Gods.”

He gripped her hips and slid his hand beneath her ass lifting her. He sank balls deep inside of her and lowered her to the ground. Mari’s head lolled as the sensation of being fully stretched rolled through her.

“Here.” He shrugged off his blazer and laid it on the grass next to her, shifting her body so it would be protected from the ground.

“Take me. Mark me,” Mari panted. “I can’t take it. Please…”

Fenris growled and angled himself, withdrawing slightly, and then plowed inside of her with one deft motion.

She wanted skin on skin but that would be later. Now was for claiming. All heat and passion and all the pent up need she’d been carrying with her since she began this new life.

He grunted, his powerful form moving within her, bringing her fire from the inside out until she clutched at him, her channel spasming.

“I’m…” Mari lost control as her body exploded into a millions stars, he the force behind it all.

“That’s it, witchling. Come on my cock.Fuck.” He groaned, the motion of his hips growing more insistent until he cried out, his voice thick as he buried his face in her hair, his teeth piercing her neck, marking her with his bite.

Pleasure and pain warred within her and Mari’s teeth distended. She sank them deep into Fenris’s shoulder, the sweet, hot blood flowing over her tongue even as he filled her womb with his seed.

It was perfect. There was a rock under her left butt cheek. She reached beneath her and dug it out from under the dress and flung it to the side.

“Ouch.”

“Sorry.”

“No. It’s fine.” She giggled, imagining the sour housekeeper when she saw the grass stains on the bottom of her skirt. It would be…priceless.

She sighed and lay back, tingling from head to foot. Fenris lay with his weight on her, his strange golden eyes peering into hers. “This complicates things.”

“I know. Roark…”

“I don’t care about Roark. I care about you.”

“What were you doing out here tonight? I looked for you at the ball.” Mari ran her fingertips down the side of his face, marveling at the beauty of his incredible man. He twitched within her and she smiled.

“The wolves…” He looked away and started to move, sadness dimming the light in his eyes.

He was part of the Protectorate. She was no fool. She’d seen the crime scene tape and the glut of people. Someone had died and it was at the hands of the wolves.

“No. Don’t.” She clenched herself around him and he sucked in a breath. “Whatever it is we’ll figure it out together. Tomorrow. But first I want to try something.”

“What’s that witchling?” His eyes were wary.

“I want to get grass stains all over your ass and then…” she kissed him, her teeth worrying on his lower lip.

“And then what?”

“I want you to take me to the ball.”

Fenris grinned. “Now that would be the end of a very interesting day.” He gathered her in his arms and flipped her over so she was riding him, her dress covering them both. His cock swelled hard and thick inside of her and she ground herself on him, making him gasp.

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