Page 32 of The Witch's Fate
Ryker rips his clothes off his body as quickly as possible while kissing over my heated skin. He pushes my thighs apart and I feel a moment of nervousness as he kneels between them. Time slows and all I can hear is our shared breathing.
But then he drags the head of his cock over my clit and down to my opening.
“Oh—” My lips part and I hold my breath with a small whimper.
At this sound he gathers me into his arms and turns us over so I am settled in his lap, his back against the wall. He pulls my face to his and shushes me while he grips my hips and guides me into position. My hands find his chest and I love the touch.
“Whatever pace you need,” he tells me. It’s obvious he’s holding himself back. His breathing chaotic, his gaze sharp, and his eyes nearly gold as I stare deeply into them.
His eyes are filled with wanting. He needs this so much. I can taste it in the air. I feel no fear when the head of his cock nudges against my opening. I feel only desire. I rock my hips slightly down and the stretch stings with a hint of pain but also pleasure.
“Take me in,” Ryker murmurs and guides me down. His lips find the crook of my neck and my head falls back. Slowly, I move. “Ryker,” I cry out softly and his lips catch mine.
I gasp at the size of him, and the stretch, and the sensation of my body opening for him. He rubs my clit as I sink down, sending new shocks of pleasure around my hips and down to my toes. I take him slowly because I must, but it feels more and more urgent with every inch that he be as deep inside me as he can get.
Finally, we are skin to skin, and I rock my hips, letting out a desperate moan. My clit brushes against him and I need more. The sensation is so much and still not enough.
“Fuck me, Ryker. Please fuck me.”
Ryker growls, full-throated and loud, and helps me ride him, his grip on my hips moving me up and down but mostly closer, grinding us together, chasing his pleasure and mine until I do not think I can come again.
I still as the pleasure builds but he keeps me moving. The heat grows and my toes curl. I cry out his name as I reach my climax and come undone. He rides through my orgasm, sending me higher and higher. My head thrashes, I don’t know if I can take any more but his kisses silence my fears and I come again. Violently. I scream his name against his lips.
Then he pulls me down flush against him, crushes his lips to mine, and comes with a cry that’s almost a howl, spilling heat inside me.
I slump against him, panting, and he puts his arms around me. I can feel his pulse where we touch. My heart beating against his.
I do not know how long we rest, silent, before I find the strength to push myself upright and look into Ryker’s eyes.
He twitches inside me and—astonishingly—begins to grow hard again.
“Take me again,” I beg. Not wanting to think. Only wanting to feel.
Ryker smiles and pumps his hips into me. “As you wish.”
RYKER
This is what it is like, then, to be lost in a mate. The scents of her, the sounds of her, the slide of her lips against mine— every little piece of her is perfect. I would not change a single thing about her. She was made for me and I for her.
I want her just as she is. All my senses sing, almost howling that she is a goddess. My goddess. The most perfect being I will ever touch. My powerful witch.
I want to mark her, too. I want every inch of her marked with my scent so there is not a creature in any land who would mistake her for anything but mine.
My wolf gives a low sound of assent which comes out of my own mouth as well. The moon is nearly full if not there yet. The need to claim my mate is strong.
I kiss the pulse point at the side of Idalis’s neck. I kiss the dip of her belly button. I kiss the curve of each thigh. I lick droplets of sweat from her skin. I find every curve of her, and trace it and lick it and suck those places until they are pink from my efforts.
I make her come.
I make her come again, then again, then again, so many times that she weeps with pleasure.
Still, I’m not sated.
I still want more of her.
My cock stays hard and throbbing and insistent. Too insistent to turn over and sleep. Far too insistent to pretend I can ignore it. My life has waited for her. For this moment. I need nothing else.
In an instant, as the feeling overwhelms me, I flip Idalis over onto all fours. With her on her belly, her head on one of the pillows, her hips lifted toward me. I nudge the head of my cock into her opening while playing with her clit and she lets out a long, quiet moan.Fucking perfect.
