Page 12 of The Witch & the Hound
“Slow,” he rumbled. “I won’t hurt you.”
God, the arrogance of that. And yet, when he pushed deeper, careful, I understood it wasn’t arrogance at all. It was fact.
He stretched me inch by inch, the long, tapered shape gliding inside until my arms buckled again and I dropped to my elbows, gasping. His tail curled around my waist, steadying me as though he knew I couldn’t hold myself up.
“Oh… oh, God.”
He growled and nipped at my shoulder. His teeth scraped my skin as his hips pressed flush against mine, burying him fully.
The fullness was overwhelming, hot and pulsing. I could feel the swell at the base of him, thicker, pressing, threatening to lock us together. The videos hadn’t prepared me for this.
I whimpered into the sheets, hips twitching, torn between panic and pleasure.
“Breathe,” Bram ordered softly, one hand sliding up my body.
His words sank deeper than his body. My lungs finally expanded, air rushing in. I clenched around him, and he groaned like the sound was being ripped out of his chest.
Then he moved.
A slow withdrawal, dragging against nerves that sparked white-hot, followed by the relentless slide back in. His rhythm built steady, primal, but never careless. His chest pressed down on my back, his arm banded tight around my waist, his mouth at my neck.
Every thrust came with a rumble, satisfaction vibrating through me, claiming me with sound as much as motion.
When I shifted, instinctively pushing back, his teeth caught at the curve where my shoulder met my neck. Not breaking skin, just holding. A warning: his pace, not mine.
I stilled. The growl softened into something almost like a purr.
The tail stroked lower again, circling my clit in time with his thrusts. My vision blurred, sparks racing across my skin, my magic responding, lightning buzzing in my fingertips, the faint crackle of static raising the hair on my arms.
“Yes,” I gasped, head dropping forward as I clutched the sheets. “Yes, Bram, please—”
“That’s it,” he growled against my skin, driving deeper. “Give it to me. All of it.”
The world narrowed to the relentless rhythm of him inside me, the velvet tease of his tail, the scrape of teeth at my throat.I shattered, my body clenching around him as my magic spilled free, sparks leaping across the ceiling, my plant in the window trembling as if caught in a sudden storm.
Bram roared, the sound muffled against my neck, and buried himself to the hilt. The swell at his base pulsed, locking us together, filling me so full I could only cry out his name.
“Bram!”
His chest curved over me, his weight covering me completely. He licked where his teeth had been, soothing, claiming, apologizing all at once.
And still, his tail coiled around me like it had no intention of letting go.
Chapter 7
Maggie
We collapsed sideways with a thud that rattled the headboard. Bram rolled us carefully, his arm banded around my waist, dragging me tight against his chest.
I was still full of him. Too full. The thick swell at his base pulsed deep inside me, keeping us joined in a way that was both shocking and, Goddess help me, comforting.
My thighs trembled. My whole body hummed with magic, every nerve lit up and twitchy. He smoothed a big hand down my hip, stroking slow, grounding me.
“You’re all right,” he murmured, his voice rough, vibrating in my ear. “Breathe for me.”
I did. In, out. His chest rose and fell against my back, steady, anchoring.
Then I shifted experimentally, squeezing around him without meaning to.
