Page 21 of Hot in Witch City
“No, everything is perfect. You’re so hot, I need a moment.” That part was true. I needed to regroup before I lost control. “Turn around,” I directed, my voice a growly command.
She moved onto her hands and knees, pushing out her beautiful ass and then peered over her shoulder with a seductive glance.
I drove back inside her and gripped her hips. As I pumped harder and faster, her moans grew louder. Heat consumed me, smoldering beneath my skin. I was breathing hard, hovering on the edge, but no way would I come without taking care of her again.
Reaching around, I slid my fingers in between her legs and found her sensitive nub. I added more pressure as I circled it and thrust harder.
Gianna grasped the pillow. “Yes, fuck me just like this, wolf.”
Hell, yes. The headboard slammed into the wall over and over. Fortunately, we were alone because I couldn’t hold back.
“Come for me,” I hissed.
She tightened around me and cried, “Yes, Sebastian.”
As she pulsed around my shaft, I lost the final shard of control. Intense pressure thundered through my veins. The urge to bite and claim her almost overpowered me, but I held on, almost passing out.
I dropped my head back and released a growl that vibrated from deep within my chest as I exploded deep inside her.
Completely spent, I rolled onto my back, and she did the same. Our loud breathing echoed around us.
“That was just what I needed tonight,” she said.
Right. This was just desire. She wanted me for one night, just as I wanted her for the same. Maybe now my wolf would abandon the ridiculous notion that we were mates.
My already rapid heart hammered even faster, but for a different reason—fear.
Because I sensed that wouldn’t happen. Iknewit wouldn’t.
The impulse to claim her pounded through me with more urgency than ever. I started to see that what my wolf had been drumming into my head might be possible.
Gianna, this siren who didn’t want to be chained by any relationship was the one.
She was my mate.
Chapter 5
Gianna
When I woke up, spooned by a man with a muscular arm and glanced around the room with shades of blue, I remembered where I was.
Shit. Maybe last night was a bad idea. The sex was great, but since I was upset by my mother’s unexpected appearance, I hadn’t been thinking straight. I definitely hadn’t thought through any repercussions. Would there be any? Sebastian could be awkward, but he was also sweet.
As long as I kept him straight that this was a one-night thing, we could move on without any complications.
When Sebastian stirred, pressing his erection against me, eager for another round, I struggled against jumping back on that party train.
I wiggled away and climbed out of bed, searching for my discarded clothes. “Last night was fun.”
“This morning could be, too,” he suggested.
The way his gaze traveled over me ignited the heat once more, but I had to get my head straight. My mother’s arrival had opened a can of squirmy red wigglers, and I had yet to process it.
“Sorry, but it won’t be happening again.”
“Why not?” Sebastian sat up.
I stared at his muscular torso, struggling against the urge to run my tongue over the dips leading down…
