Page 45 of Witches Be Damned

I didn’t care. Didn’t need them. They were replaceable. He was not.

He lowered me to the ground, sunk to his knees, kissed all the way from my belly, up my ribs, over my breasts, and lapping at my collarbone. I arched into his palms as they found my breasts, and he latched onto my nipple.

“Raze, please, I need you,” I moaned as he sucked my breast into his mouth, rolling my hips frantically, my pussy clenching on air.

“Not yet, my mate.” He lingered on my nipple for a long time, making his point, then lavished my other, rewarding me with a finger between my legs. “Not until you’re a good girl and come on my finger so I can taste you.”

I fucking loved when my men talked dirty like the heroes in my romance audiobooks, and rocked over him, frenzied for more.

Raze sucked, licked, and bit my breast and nipple until he surged me through a second and third orgasm.

“Give me your cock, Raze.” I tugged at his hair.

“That’s not my name, Little Wolf.” He nipped at the flesh between my thigh and hips. “What’s my name?”

Ohhh. I liked this game.

“Daddy Wolf?” I played along.

“No!” he barked, biting my thigh.

“Big, bad wolf,” I tried again, laughing as he bit the side of my ass.

“Not even close,” he growled, biting a line along my belly.

I leaned my head against the trunk. “My sexy wolf.”

His hand clapped on my hip. “Closer.”

Fuck, this game was sexy as hell. “My wolf.”

“Good girl.” He rewarded me by lifting my leg over his shoulders while he fucked me mercilessly with his tongue and fingers until I was an incoherent mess that frightened away all the wildlife.

Giving me a respite to catch my breath, he leaned back on his haunches, trailing his palms along my calves and thighs. “So beautiful, my mate.”

“I love you, Raze,” I panted, stroking his hair and forehead.

“Love you too, Little Wolf.” He stretched up to seal that declaration over my mouth, stealing my air.

I sank my fingers into his hair and raked his scalp.

He withdrew and cracked me on the side of my ass again. “Turn around and bend over.”

Oh, yes, please.I did as he ordered.

His hand came down on my butt and wasn’t gentle enough to soothe the smarting. “Stick your ass out.”

I bent deeper and wiggled it for him.

“Fuck, Little Wolf,” he growled. “I’m going to give it to you so hard. Put your arms up to protect your face.”

Boy, did he deliver, slamming into me without warning. I glanced over my shoulder to watch him bend his legs at an awkward angle to drive into me like a beast unleashed.

“Touch yourself,” he growled, his hips slapping ferociously into my behind. “Then let me have a taste.”

I reached between my legs and stroked my clit, then reached over my shoulder, and he leaned in, sucking my finger into his mouth, groaning.

“Your honey is the sweetest thing I’ve ever tasted,” he snarled.

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