Page 67 of Stormbinder King
My whole body responded to its ensorcelled master, my hips rising to meet his rough thrusts, my hands moving of their own volition to touch his skin, feel that wicked velvety domination of hard muscle and blood.
Pressure began to build in my belly, endless heated need for Jack and his cock.
He cursed again, his fingers digging into my soft curves, chasing his pleasure.
Why, when he could have any woman from the Pack at any time?
“Why won’t you let me go?” I whimpered.
His jerky movements bounced my small, pink-tipped breasts, shook my whole body.
“You need to see me fucking shifted to know I mean what I say?” Jack growled, flaring in an instant into his wolfish form, much bigger than any wolf on earth, with the obviously human intelligence of his eyes only increasing my prey terror.
His long-clawed hand reached up and closed around my breasts and I looked down in a mixture of terror and sick arousal to see each claw bite down on the creamy skin.
If I moved one muscle, his claw would pierce my skin and draw blood.
I gasped with the pleasure and heat of it, my hands on his back pulling him even closer to me.
He took me with powerful thrusts as he shifted back to all man, lifting my ass from the bed, and through the haze of my lust I could see the muscles standing out in his arms and legs.
“I own you, I command you, you can’t do shit without me.”
Was it a man or monster nipping my lips?
I tasted blood in my mouth, salty with a low wrong deliciousness.
Something unfurled inside me, and I felt the strangest sensation, like I was outside and inside of my body at the same time.
Above Jack’s lean back, the broad shoulders, I saw thingscreeping
Dark lines, spidering above my head.
What kind of strange magic was this?
Then I realized.
They wereplants.
Pressure built and heated my core as the leafy vines grew above him, licking up the canvas like wicked tendrils.
My nipples pricked with the needy heat as my back arched from the cot. My fingers gripped his flesh tight, and I felt the plantsmove, as if seeking my fingers.
He was a torment and a savior, the only man who could draw torture down my spine and take it away again.
Jack bent and sunk his teeth into my flesh and I came with a loud cry as he released inside me, pulsing wicked pumps of cum, each one only increasing my addiction to him.
The plants covered the roof of the tent now, the long strong vines drooping with heavy, menacing power, almost close enough to slide down his back.
But Jack rolled beside me, his tanned chest heaving up and down and the bed and sheets covered in dirt and travel and lust.
My tormentor groaned in relief, running a hand through his wet hair as he pulled me into his arms.
The tendrils slithered back, back to God knew where.
What monstrous things had getting claimed by my true mate done to me?
“It’ll be spring soon,” Jack said, nuzzling my throat. “Breeding season. I can feel it. I can’t wait to put a pup in you.”
