Page 38 of Witches Be Damned

“I can’t wait to fill this belly with pups,” he croaked.

“No pups yet.” I arched up into his hold, needing him to retract his claws and roll my nipples between his thumb and forefinger to relieve the ache between my legs.

“Then you wait longer for my cock.” He came to rest on his side and leaned over me, taking my right nipple in his mouth, sucking so hard I gasped and sank my nails into his dark hair, kneading his scalp.

“Don’t make me wait too long, my wolf,” I panted. “We haven’t been together in over a month, and I need you inside me.”

“Only when you’re a good girl.”

Oh, fuck. I loved it when he talked like one of the heroes from my romance novels.

His fingers made deft work of the ties on my sweatpants, inching them down my legs, kissing his way down with them, over my ribs, belly, the top of my pussy, my thighs, knees, and ankles.

“Have you been a good girl?” He worked his way back up my body, boiling me into a puddle of steam. “Not fighting with Knoxe or your father? Have you obeyed your new Alpha?”

“No and yes!” I undulated beneath my wolf, desperate for him to touch me where I needed it the most.

“That’s my good mate.” He treated my left nipple to the same delicious care as the right, sucking it and swirling his tongue over it, leaving no part of it untouched by his mouth.

His cock thickened against my pussy, and I rolled against him.

“Not yet, Little Wolf.” His hand came to rest over my hip bone, pushing me down, forcing me to do things his way.

Raze was all about teasing and delayed gratification. How he first fucked me. How we fucked when it was just us two and had the time to spare. In the prison, we had to make our time count, often having hard and fast quickies in between activities, or when in a group. We rarely got the time to take it slow and soft. Free of those constraints, we had all the time in the world to set our own pace, and the switch-up was refreshing.

I disobeyed his order to be good and peeled his zipper down and yanked at his jeans, needing his hot length in my hands.

To punish me, he rolled me onto my belly and dragged his nails down my sides and back. “What I want to do to you, Little Wolf.” He spanked my ass to prove it. “But I’m going to be gentle this time.”

I glanced over my shoulder and raised an eyebrow at him. “Gentle? My wolf doesn’t know gentle.”

He and Knoxe fucked me rough like wild beasts. And that was how I liked it, the contrast to Tor and Pascal’s sensual and slow lovemaking.

“You were hurt days ago, and I’m not cruel.” Raze hooked his fingers in my panties and lowered them down my ass and legs.

I loved it when he was soft with me on rare occasions. As for the pain, I didn’t care about that when Knoxe desensitized me to it in training my ass off.

With a final spank on my ass and a groan, my wolf twisted me onto my back. His eyes were liquid blue as his palm skimmed from my side up to the corner of my breast. He stretched over me to take my lips in a languid kiss that went on for what seemed like forever.

His nostrils flared, and he sniffed the air. “The meat won’t be ready for a while.”

“We’ll have to entertain ourselves,” I purred at him.

Settled between my thighs, he lowered himself to his stomach. “Yes, we will.” His hands went to the underside of my knees and lifted my legs over his shoulder. He took in my scent before lowering his mouth to me and sucking my clit hard.

“Mmm… nothing tastes as sweet as my mate.” His tongue swiped along my entire length, and I squirmed for more.

“Right there,” I groaned, and he gripped my legs tighter, rewarding me with flicks of his tongue, firing me up further.

He circled my clit with his tongue, then sucked me into his mouth, alternating between that and tonguing me. I writhed beneath him, climbing higher and faster to my destination. My fingers tangled in his hair and tugged.

I missed the thick coarseness of his hair. Missed his earthy scent, like the forest and desert wrapped into one. Missed his gravelly voice and growls. Missed the contrast of his roughness in bed with his softness outside of it. Most of all, I missed him—the steady calm he gave me, the connection to the wild, the way he revered me like the ancestors he paid homage to.

His grunt spurred me to pull harder, knowing he liked it. In the romance books I devoured, wolf shifters bit licked and scratched to show their enjoyment. Experience showed me Raze loved it too, and I dragged my nails through his scalp and back, hard enough to leave red marks.

“Fuck, yes, Little Wolf. Mark me with your blunt claws,” he groaned into my pussy and almost tipped me over the edge. “Do you need more, my mate?” He teased my entrance with two fingers, circling the outside, inserting one and pulling it out to suck his finger and groan.

Oh, God, I loved it when he did that.

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