Page 44 of Witches Be Damned

I fawned under his encouragement to keep going, and kissed him right back, pouring all my adoration into it.

My men made me cry once when they told me they admired my persistence and dedication, throwing myself into every challenge and never stopping until I perfected it. The biggest and best praise came from Knoxe, who started out hard and strict on me. They loved that I was one of the boys, dauntless, and not a princess that complained.

“If you catch one, we’ll eat that instead,” Raze murmured into my temple, his breath warm and coaxing.

Oh, now we were talking!

“Challenge accepted, mister!” I accepted a final kiss, one that took my breath away and left me dazed and blinking, my goal completely evaporated.

“Stop thinking about my ass, pervert.” Raze cracked my behind and set me down in the water, nudging me to victory.

Well, wouldn’t you know it? I achieved my first kill after a few more tries, earning heaped praises, kisses, and him spinning me around in celebration.

I couldn’t stop smiling for the rest of the hour, where I snared another two fish, while Raze’s haul shamed me, almost overflowing our cooler.

“That’s enough, Little Wolf.” He deposited his last catch with the rest, sprinkled the remaining ice from the bag we bought at the gas station, and set the lid on the box. “You did well. Tomorrow we’ll practice some more and double your score.” He stroked me between my throat and shoulder.

“Don’t lie, my wolf,” I teased with a devilish grin. “We both know that I schooled the fish out of hiding and onto your spear.”

He hummed as he lifted me into his arms, my mouth level with his. “I think you tell tales.” He wrapped my legs around his body, brushed my spine, and licked at my throat.

I pinched his nipples. “Oh, come on! I deserve some credit for chasing those fish.”

His head tipped back with his loud laugh that echoed off the rocks. “You’re definitely an expert at making lots of noise, splashing around, and scaring the fish away.”

Really? Let’s see if I could make him play along.

I pinched him harder, starting off a long, delicious rumble that curled in my belly like flames rising from the ashes. “I think I need to change your perspective on that.”

“How do you propose to do that?” Raze’s timbre dropped three notes, and the fire heated up to meet him.

“A bit of this.” I flexed my fingers and dragged my nails down his bare chest, promoting a long and deep groan. “And a bit of that.” I made my intentions clear, sucking on his earlobe and biting gently.

His groan twisted into a growl that heaped more fuel on my fire and turned it from warm to hot.

“Keeping doing that, Little Wolf.” His nails sharpened into claws and grazed my back, eliciting full-body tingles and shivers. “You know I like it when you scratch, nip, or pinch me.”

Oh, yes he did. All wolf species enjoyed it.

I increased the pressure of my nails, and his chest thundered with delight. “I didn’t catch as many fish because you distracted me all day without your shirt.”

“You prefer me naked.” Raze never stopped teasing me about running into him naked on a mission after he shifted, and my gaze dropped to admire his package.

“Truth.” I raked my nails as hard as practical without breaking the skin, and his cock thickened against my pussy.

“Little Wolf, you’re asking for trouble,” he growled into my throat.

My nipples hardened against his chest, aching for his palm to squeeze them, his mouth to descend on them, his tongue to flick them. Moisture flooded my pussy, readying me to take his big length, and his nostrils flared at the scent of my arousal. His cock hardened further, and I rocked my hips against him, needing him inside me. He sank his fangs into the spot where he marked me during our mating, orgasm crashing over me, and I shuddered in his arms.

“You don’t play fair,” I panted.

He claimed my mouth in a savage kiss that left my lips bruised and begging for more. “You like it that way.”

We went on kissing with languid strokes of our tongues and brushes of our lips that only served to dial up the heat in my body and make me wetter and needier. Raze operated on his time and no one else’s, and he displayed the resistance and determination of a saint not to throw me down and commit sin.

Eventually, he backed me up to the nearest tree, sliding his palms over the curves of my hips, waist, and cupping my breasts and treating them to the worship they deserved.

“This needs to go.” He stripped me from my shirt and growled at my bra, his eyes charging with silver as his beast rose to the surface. “And these too.” He practically sliced my pants, underwear, and bra from my body.

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