Page 32 of Hexed Wolf

“It’s early and I owe you. Both times we were together were about an intended goal.”

My cheeks heated from the way his eyes blazed with a promise or possibly a threat. Both sounded tempting. A barely there grin teased his lips. “You’ve never been in my bed…”

“Yes I have…”

I had slept in his bed at the cabin plenty of nights while he was gone but as if he’d read my thoughts, his smile turned dark.

“In my bed, with me…”

A blaze flared in his eyes before he placed Rafe back into his crib then lifted me, drawing my legs around his waist. I was carried across the hall to his room, to his bed. By the time we were both naked, my entire body was aching with need so the kiss he granted felt like a lifeline. It was gentle and slow but deepened, increasing with each brush of his lips against mine. It wasn’t enough so when I clawed at him demanding more, he smiled darkly.

“I’m not rushing and neither are you.” He hovered over me, his body composed of hard planes of muscle and power that I wanted to feel. He smiled, pressing his hips forward, rocking into me. It was nice but not enough. Anger and longing flooded my veins and pulsed in my core. When his mouth was on me again, the kiss was still unhurried but this time, primal and hungry with need. Weneededeach other. He was my survival and I was his.

“Be patient, Toy.”

“I don’t think I can.” I released a shaky breath.

“Too bad. You don’t have a choice. I’m going to enjoy every inch of you.” One by one my arms were lifted and held above my head. My small wrists were clasped together by one of his hands. The other pinched a nipple and his tongue followed. I arched toward the touch each time I felt his mouth on me.

“This feels different.”

“You’re mine. It’s no longer just sex. This is about satisfying a need that you feel pulsing from me, that I feel pulsing inside you.”

His tongue trailed over my skin, caressing each nipple one by one. He latched onto them with his mouth, then nipped both. A sharp pinch that he soothed with his lips before he released my wrists and traveled lower. I kept my hands above my head while his mouth blazed a trail down my chest and stomach until my thighs were spread wide.

“So beautiful,” he murmured when he kissed me gently, barely grazing my slick skin before dragging his stare back up to my face. The flare of his eyes burned my skin but that smile. Oh fuck. When his mouth lowered again, I felt it all over. Everything he kissed, touched, explored felt like electric currents charging my body. My pussy throbbed, begging for attention he didn’t give. When I jutted my hips forward, he lifted his eyes again. “You can’t rush me, Toy. Don’t try or this only gets worse…” His lips lifted. “Foryou.”

By the time he plunged his tongue into my slickness, trailing up to my clit, I was barely able to maintain my moans as I writhed beneath his touch. A finger entered me followed by a second and my gasp intensified. An orgasm rushed through me so quickly I hadn’t been able to prepare and it took me under while he continued to worship me with his tongue. I ground against his face, seeking more. The smell and feel of him were so intense and overwhelming. He was right, this wasn’t just sex. My hips moved while he pumped his fingers in and out of me. Coaxing, pulling, pleasing.

Then he was on my body again. The heat from his lips and tongue extended my release as he kissed my inner thighs and up my stomach back to my breasts. Once again I was jutting my hips forward. I already missed his mouth there.

“Xander, hurry…” I stated harshly. “Please.”

I felt strange in a good way but needy. When he lifted his eyes I noticed him hesitate for a minute but then his teeth grazed my nipple as he watched and waited for a reaction. When he received it, he smiled darkly.

“What?”

“I feel your magic. I see it. Your eyes…”

“I can’t…I don’t know how to control it.”

This was new. My magic had changed, grown, and I wasn’t sure what to do with any of this.

“Don’t…” he growled, surprising me. “I’m not asking you to. I like the way it feels.”

He kissed me with ferocity that had my body blazing and heart pounding in anticipation, causing my legs to tremble. Then I was full of him. I tried to settle my breathing after his first thrust but the pleasure mixed with euphoria as he stretched me in a sinfully painful way was overwhelming. Once he was buried deep, he stilled, allowing himself time to settle. He cursed under his breath then something dark and dangerous appeared in his eyes.

His motions were slow and intentional. Different. So very different and I felt every inch of him. Our eyes locked in challenge while he filled and stretched me. I moaned his name while he kissed me, working his tongue in tandem with each thrust of his hips.

“Fuck, Toy. You ready to cum for me again. This time with me inside you?”

He pushed deeper, growling arrogantly as he pressed his mouth to mine. I clenched around him, proof that he didn’t have to ask. He could feel me inching toward it as I pulsed against him.

“Ahh, there it is.” His words sent me spiraling but I felt him spiraling too. He grew thicker and pushed deeper inside me. “Mine,” he hissed through a roar of arrogance.

He spilled into me, claiming me in a different way. While I shattered, I felt his tongue move over my mark swiping and pressing, drawing out my pleasure while he rode his own. I wasn’t sure how much time passed before I felt his forehead against mine. The warmth of his breath brushed over my mouth until he smiled and kissed me.

“I love you…” he said quietly, in a way that contradicted how confident and powerful I knew Xander to be. He was vulnerable, raw, open to me. He was apologizing for the years he’d kept me at arm's length but he didn’t have to.

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