Page 228 of Warlords, Witches & Wolves

Chapter 13

He took her up and out of the vision place.

They opened their eyes, and smiled at each other.

The golden and amber leaves chimed a song of joy above their heads as they clasped hands and murmured, ‘I accept you. You are mine.’

Paul bent his head as Ivy reached up for him. Their lips met and light flared, vibrant gold and silver, fracturing into all the colours of the spectrum as it hit the leaves above them and the grass under their feet. The light wrapped around them, lifting them up, then laying them down, not on the grass, but on a soft bed that had suddenly appeared for them.

Ivy pulled back from the kiss to laugh her delight. ‘Magical.’

‘Yes. You are,’ he said, then kissed her again.

As he did, the broken threads of their mating bond uncurled, reaching out for each other, snapping into place one after the other as she wound her arms around his neck, returning his kiss. He pulled her closer, needing to feel her with every part of himself.

She furrowed her fingers into his hair, tightened her hold, then rolled over so she was on top of him, her body sliding along his. ‘You’re mine,’ she growled, biting his lip.

He laughed with delight at her play, pulling back to see the wolf in her eyes. ‘I love you too,’ he said to her wolf and he could have sworn the wolf smiled back at him. Then she was kissing him again, her lips moving from his mouth, across his chin and down his neck, licking and sucking and biting.

It felt so good. It felt so right. Better than anything he’d ever felt before. Their touch, their closeness, mended what he had broken.

One by one, as hands pushed aside clothing and fingers ran over bare skin, the threads of the mating bond fluttered open from where they’d been curled, dead and almost lifeless inside him, inside her. They uncurled and straightened and reached, connecting, getting stronger and stronger with every touch, every kiss, every breath.

He flipped her over onto her back, drinking in her laugh and returned her playful growl. ‘My turn,’ he said. He ran his hand over her breast and a strand clicked into place, strengthening with every moan of encouragement she gave him. He bent down and replaced his hand with his lips, sucking her nipple into his mouth and swirling with his tongue. Her fingers dug into the muscles on his back, fingernails digging in, making him growl against her skin. Heat flooded across her skin and into him and another bond clicked into place.

He gave his attention to her other breast filling himself with her sounds and moans, the way her fingers scrabbled at his back, gripping tight. He didn’t think he’d ever been this turned on, his cock so thick and tight it was almost painful. But he wasn’t done with her yet. He needed to touch and taste all of her, bring her to orgasm with his hands and mouth before he had his fill.

He made his way down her stomach, hands and lips stroking over silky skin, fingers delving into the curls at the juncture of her legs.

‘Paul,’ she gasped. ‘Please.’

He smiled a wicked smile he’d never felt on his lips before, then parting her, licked her long and hard. She was so sweet, so wet, her honey and spice taste coating his tongue, the spicy scent of her musk winding around him, a spell all of its own.

Her fingers scrabbled at his shoulders, moved into his hair, tightening in the curls as he licked and sucked and pushed two fingers deep inside her.

She cried out, a bell-peal in the floral scented air. The leaves above them picked up her cry and returned it to them in a musical peel. Her fingers in his hair, her desperate pants and moans, the way her body writhed under his merciless onslaught, drove him on. He didn’t know how he knew to do this, what she would most like, but he was doing it and it filled him with such power, such strength of purpose, such confidence, that it felt like he was a master of making love to her. It didn’t matter that he was a virgin—his responsibility to pack and his gift always coming between him and anyone he’d ever thought to be romantically interested in—he instinctively knew what would bring her pleasure, what to do, how far to push and he gave it his all.

Her back bowed and she gasped in a deep breath before crying out, her body vibrating and pulsing around his fingers, over and over. More threads of their bond clicked into place.

‘Take me, take me now,’ she said, panting hard as her body stopped vibrating and she fell back to the bed.

He rose over her. ‘Are you certain?’ Like him, she was a virgin too and he didn’t wish to hurt her. He was so thick. So hard.

Her arms wound around him and she flipped him over and onto his back, her eyes full of vibrant passion, love and laughter. ‘I have always been certain. I want you inside me, now. I need you inside me, now. Don’t make me wait, my love.’ And as she lowered herself on him, stretching around to accommodate him, he gripped her hips and pushed up into her slick, wet heat.

Bliss. Heaven. Peace. Happiness.

It surrounded him as she surrounded him. It was in her eyes as she looked into his. Their hands clasped; their breaths mingled. She stiffened as he broke through her barrier, holding still for a moment, but then she relaxed and moved on him. His eyes rolled into his head at the sensation, the friction, his balls tightening so much it was almost excruciating. He thought he was going to lose it, but her hands squeezed his and he forced himself to come back to her, looking into her eyes as she took him and he took her.

Together, they moved, creating a rhythm that was theirs, that echoed and vibrated on the air around them, causing the leaves to chime a new tune—their tune. One of happiness and completion.

‘One. One. We are one,’ they seemed to sing.

‘You are mine,’ she whispered as she moved over him, her body sinuous, strong.

‘You are mine,’ he whispered as he pushed into her, his body alive and stronger than it had ever been.

‘Together.’

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