Page 24 of The Witch's Werewolf
My only regret in this moment is wishing we were face-to-face. What the wolf needs, the wolf will get. And he’ll only get it from me.
That’s how greedy I instantly feel with him in me.
My pussy grips him hard, and he snarls, covering my back with his warm, strong body. He lets his fangs nip a little harder against my shoulder, and I cry out with pleasure.
“That’s it. Yes, Timber.”
“You let me fuck you so good. You let the monster fuck you and mark you. Is that what you want?”
“Yes, Timber!”
“Sweet, sweet Cherry,” he groans as he moves in me.
Our bodies move as one, and I whisper encouragement along the way. He needs to know that I see him and accept him for who he is. That he can’t hurt me.
That, in fact, everything he does feels incredible.
“I’m yours, Timber.”
At that, he lets out a wild, feral sound, but that’s not the most concerning thing. Where our bodies are joined together, the base of his cock seems to grow.
My jaw drops, but no sound comes out. The stretch is almost too much, even for me. And Timber’s no longer thrusting because everything is too tight to move.
I don’t hate it, though.
“What…what’s happening, love?”
When I look back at him over my shoulder, Timber is so far gone that he’s lost his capacity for words. His eyes have gone black.
A flood of liquid heat fills me.
“Oh…oh my goddess.”
“Be still,” he manages to grind out, one arm hooked around me and his voice rasping in my ear.
His other hand reaches around and finds my clit expertly.
And the flood from his cock just keeps coming. The stretch is next level. Yet the way he holds me, the way he strokes me, even the way he’s breathing is a precursor for what’s next.
I glance at him over my shoulder once again, and his fangs are bared.
He needs to mark me. The beast needs this.
“Do it. I—I want you to do it, Timber,” I cry out.
With an inhuman grunt, he lunges at me. The fangs sink into my skin, the momentary pain searing into my shoulder. As quickly as the pain comes, it dissipates into pleasure.
I’ve been claimed by the wolf, and there’s no going back.
“You’re my mate, little Cherry.”
He licks over the wound, so sweetly. Ritualistically.
I can suddenly feel what Timber feels for me.
I can almost read his thoughts. How he came to be this way. How his mother and father abandoned him when an old family curse manifested. His ancestors spent generations trying to eliminate the werewolf gene, and his parents never told him about it. They thought it was finally over. This his shift happened, and he was cast out. He struggled so badly on his own. Meeting me for the first time, feeling the instinct to imprint on me, gave him hope for a future.
It’s an unbreakable bond that Timber has created. Perfect loyalty. A true connection. And isn’t that what I’ve always been looking for? Someone devoted, honest, and faithful.
