Page 2 of Fur Ever Wicked
The witch tilted her head as a volley of howls sounded off in the distance. Her majik pressed harder into Bjorn, scorching a path through his body. He fought his wolf to keep his snout shut, to ignore the pain tearing through them. Just when he thought he had won the battle, a long sullen howl shot from his mouth.
“Easy, my beast. Your friends are already too late. I’m sure you feel my majik coursing through your veins. It’s a handy little spell that will make you long for me, and only me. You are destined to be my prince.”
The wolf’s heart raced at the witch’s words. He struggled to fight her majik and remain in control.
“You must fight off this majik!”
Bjorn shook his head, trying to clear his thoughts. He felt his wolf slipping to the back of his mind. His human form taking control once again.
“Who are you?” Feeling lightheaded and rather weak, Bjorn remained on the ground, not caring about his state of undress. He stared up at the woman, wondering what his wolf had been worried about.
“I am your lover.” The woman knelt down beside Bjorn, running her fingers over his chiseled jaw.
The scent of her innocence—her desire invaded his nose. His cock immediately sprang to life, wanting to give her pleasure in which she’d never known. Bjorn reached for the woman, pulling her into his arms.
Her fragrance wound around his senses, enveloping him in a thick fog.
“I’ve never been happier to hear those words.” Drunk with desire, his lips crashed over hers, soliciting several throaty moans from the woman. Captivated, Bjorn watched as his lover’s crimson cloak slowly unwound from her neck and floated to the ground behind them, as if creating a bed for them to make love upon.
“Take me,” the woman ordered, lowering her bare body onto the cloak. The invitation for Bjorn to ravage her—crystal clear.
He didn’t remember how they met or where she had come from, but one thing he did know, he had to have her. Every fiber of his being burned for her.
The sight of the woman lying naked and waiting for him was almost too much to endure. Bjorn wanted to pounce on her. His instinct demanded he take her hard and fast. He struggled for control, not wanting to scare his lover away. Slowly, he crawled over to her, pausing to admire her beauty. He kissed a trail that started at her shapely calves and continued up her luscious inner thighs. Her soft moans of pleasure filled his ears, spurring him on. The sweet scent of her sex filled his nose, acting as a catalyst that stoked an already heated fire.
“I have to taste you!” Bjorn shouted just before his tongue landed on her sex.
Her sensual cries of bliss grew louder as his tongue parted her folds. Bjorn licked and sucked on her clit, desperately needing to please the woman beneath him. Her sweet honey acted as a drug for his already crazed mind.
She begged for more with each swipe of his tongue, but only did he stop when her body thrashed beneath him, having wrung a powerful climax from her lovely body.
“Ahh, my beastie. You are promising to be everything I’d hoped for and more. Now take me!”
His cock ached as he lowered his body over hers, craving a release he felt he would die without. Bjorn inched into her, knowing he needed to go slow. He took his time, not wanting to hurt the woman who’d trusted him with her innocence.
Curses slipped from his mouth at the sensation of inching himself gently into her tight sheath. Sweat beaded on his forehead, his breath hitching in his throat. So tight. So wet. Her sleeve was like a vise around his cock. He pulled out once more and rubbed the tip of his cock over her slit, teasing his lover.
Lost in her sapphire eyes, Bjorn sucked in a deep breath when the brilliant blue flashed to a deep gold, then back to blue.
Surely he’d imagined it, right? A trick of the light—something.
“Take me, now.”
“I don’t want to hurt you.” He voiced his concern to his lover, but something had taken control of his mind—his body, as her demand fluttered around his ears. He found himself unable to do anything but obey her command. With one quick thrust of his hips, his cock shoved past her virgin barrier, drawing a scream from her mouth.
His heart pounded in his chest. Horrified by his barbaric actions, Bjorn started to pull away, fearing he’d hurt the woman.
“I’m so sorry. I have no idea what came over me. I—I meant to go slow. To be easy with you.”
She held him close and kept him from pulling back. “I wanted it this way. I wanted to feel the sting of being taken by a true beast.”
Her strange words sounded sweet, calming to his mind and body. The guilt he’d felt had quickly vanished but didn’t keep him from holding still, perfectly motionless, waiting for her pain to subside. Only when she started to wiggle her hips under him did he begin to move again.
“Ahhh beauty, you feel so good wrapped around my cock.” Bjorn groaned, lifting her legs up and around his waist. His slow moves—methodical, soliciting a torrent of moans from his lover’s luscious lips. Her pleasure his only concern. Bjorn kissed her passionately, making love to her mouth with each caress of his tongue over hers. Sweeping back and forth, in and out, swallowing her lusty moans.
Picking up his pace, he pulled back from the kiss and watched in awe as her sapphire eyes flashed to a stunning gold before they changed back to blue once again. Seeing the quick flicker reminded him of something, but what, he had no idea and no desire to expend any energy figuring it out. All that mattered was the woman beneath him.
The woman pulled his head down to meet hers. Going in for the kiss he had expected, she surprised Bjorn when she turned her head and nibbled on his earlobe before whispering a strange chant in a foreign tongue.
He didn’t know why the task of making love to the woman suddenly felt urgent, imperative to his very being. The need to spill his seed repeatedly in his lover shocked and overwhelmed him, having never felt such a crucial drive to do so within any lover he’d ever taken.
“That’s it, beast!” The redheaded beauty shook beneath him. Her inner walls clamped down around his cock as her orgasm rushed over her.
He bit his tongue, trying to hold back. He tried to pull out, as he had always done in the past, but something stopped him. A force more powerful than his own need or will compelled him to fill his lover with his seed.
