Page 375 of Warlords, Witches & Wolves

Chapter 8

She could sense him, the very fabric of him, all that passion and animalistic strength, making its way into her wards. It would only become stronger when she gave in to him, let him seal the bond.

She wouldn’t make him wait.

Tabitha danced sky-clad in the moonlight, fusing her joy, love and will to survive with her wards. And her certainty. Just as he knew she was his mate on a soul-deep level, Tabitha trusted her Goddess and her magic. And both were telling her that Jarrad was hers, just as she was his.

She’d loved Nathan, but it had never been like this with him. Her magic hadn’t caressed him when her hands couldn’t. Her heart had beat harder in her chest for her husband, but now it felt as if the organ beat only for Jarrad. That it depended on his survival to continue ticking away in her chest. It might not be love yet, it was too soon to call it anything but rawneed. But it would be. Tabitha had no doubt.

Magic was the core of her being. It was her strength and her comfort when times were tough. Magic buoyed her through her loss, soothed her when she feared raising Luna alone. It whispered that it wouldn’t be forever. To hold on, and things would look brighter.

She had. And now there she was—with a wolf to chase the loneliness from her soul.

Fifteen times she circled, just as she’d done at the hippie house. When she closed the final circle, the tapestry snapped into place, thrumming with energy. Wind teased her hair. Fire danced in her eyes. Water fizzed in her blood, sending her energy soaring. Earth caressed her toes, lending her strength, reinforcing her connection to nature. And Spirit?

Spirit pulled her inexorably towards Jarrad.

The male stood, taut with need, battling his inner wolf on the veranda. She smiled wickedly at him, daring him to follow her, then with a toss of her hair she raced towards the woods.

Tabitha felt, more than heard, the man behind her. He was a shadow in the forest at night, and though he wasn’t in wolf form, his instincts were surely riding him. Jarrad knew her game, and was playing along, but she didn’t think his wolf would let him wait forever.

The Goddess pulled her, drawing her forward. She wondered if Jarrad felt it too, whether the moon spoke to him as magic did her. It didn’t matter either way. He’d follow wherever she led.

When they reached the clearing, the pull stopped. And so did Tabitha. The place was stunning. The blue gums glowed eerily, circling a natural rock formation that glistened as moonlight spilled on it. She ran fingers over it in a gentle caress. Others had worshipped here. Many others over many years.

But when she turned at the sound of a low rumble, all thoughts of the altar fled. Jarrad stepped nude from the forest and into the clearing. Her breath caught in her throat, eyes trailing hungrily over his body. He let her look her fill as he stalked slowly forwards.

The threads between them tightened. She couldn’t have escaped him now, even if she wanted to. Looking at the god-like perfection of him, why would she? Goddess bless her, the man never took his eyes from her. She felt his stare as though it were his hands on her body instead. Tabitha’s nipples peaked, her core flooded, and need spiralled between them until it was no longer deniable.

With a savage growl, he leapt the last few feet between them, crushing her to his body and taking her mouth in a savage kiss. For a moment, she revelled in the fire of him, let him take what he so clearly wanted. But it was only a moment.

She needed more.

Tabitha whispered to the wind. It whirled around him, solidifying into bonds that would hold her wolf in place indefinitely. He snarled, but the heat in his eyes told her he was enjoying this. The wolf wasn’t relinquishing control, he’d fight her for dominance, but he’d also let her play her games. He was perfect.

“I want more from you this night than just your beast,” she murmured in his ear, running a tongue around the shell and lightly nipping the lobe. “Though that will have its place, too.” Tabitha trailed her fingers down his chest, her mouth teasing his pulse point with feather soft kisses.

“Please, Tabitha…” Jarrad begged.

Her mouth moved from neck to chest, teeth gently scraping the nipple.

His back bowed as he moaned out his pleasure, the only movement her bonds would allow him. “Please…”

Tabitha moved further south. She traced each muscle of his tight chest and abs, drew her tongue down either side of that V that pointed straight towards the most magnificent cock she’d ever seen. It stood, thick and proud, jutting from the tight, dark curls at its root. A bead of pre-cum glistened at the tip, tempting her to taste, but she had other places that demanded her attention first.

His breath hissed out on a prayer when she dropped to her knees and licked from his perineum to his balls, taking first one, then the other into her mouth.

“Tabitha!” he shouted, and this time her namewasthe prayer.

Craving his touch, she let one of his arms go. His hand immediately latched onto her hair, drawing her mouth away from him so he could look in her eyes.

“No more teasing, mate,” he growled, eyes glowing, yellow and frenzied.

“Just need one taste…” she murmured, cheek rubbing against his cock, before she took as much of him as she could inside her mouth. It was a stretch. The salty tang of him teased her tongue as she swirled it around the tip. Jarrad’s fingers caressed her face in reverence, wound into her hair again as she moved.

Her hand joined her mouth, working his base as her mouth devoured the head. His fingers tightened in her hair, guiding her in a frenzied pace that had her reaching between her legs.

“Stop,” he growled, when he noticed the movement of her hand. “Mine.” His fangs shone wickedly in the moonlight, eyes glowing like twin suns. He fought against his bonds, desperate now to get to her.

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