Total pages in book: 68
Estimated words: 65042 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 325(@200wpm)___ 260(@250wpm)___ 217(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 65042 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 325(@200wpm)___ 260(@250wpm)___ 217(@300wpm)
“You…you want to lick me?” I felt a knot of unease form in my belly. Craig and I hadn’t been much into oral. Or at least, he hadn’t been. “I…I don’t know,” I whispered.
“Relax—just let me touch you then,” my monster growled softly. “Don’t get upset, little witch. Didn’t I tell you I won’t do anything you don’t want?”
He had said something like that. I tried to relax but my thighs trembled as he continued to circle and stroke my sensitive little button. He seemed to know my body better than I did—the pressure he used was perfect…maddening.
And then, just as I was sure I was about to come, he slid lower and pressed a single, thick finger inside me.
I gasped, my eyes rolling back.
He was huge—so thick, and this was just his finger! The stretch was exquisite— just shy of too much—and I felt impossibly, wonderfully full with just that one invading digit.
“You’re gripping me so tight, little witch,” he murmured, his voice thick with lust. “Look at you, taking me so deep… your pretty little cunt is sucking me in. Such a good, greedy girl for me.”
He began to move the finger in a slow, fucking motion, the pull of his furred skin against my inner walls sending shudders through my entire body. Then he added a second finger, stretching me further, filling me completely.
“Oh…oh!” A broken gasp was torn from my lips. “Oh, my God!”
“Easy, little witch. You can take it—just relax,” he rumbled.
His thumb found my clit again, and he began to stroke it in a relentless, circular rhythm that matched the deep, penetrating thrusts of his fingers.
I was unraveling—coming apart at the seams. The pleasure coiled tighter and tighter in my belly, a supernova building in my core. My breath was coming in ragged, broken pants—my hands fisting in the sheets until the fabric threatened to tear. I hadn’t come in over three years and it was almost like my body was relearning how to do it.
“So perfect,” the monster growled, his voice dropping to a possessive note. “So sweet and tight. You were made for this. Made to take me deep inside you This little pussy was made for me.”
His dirty words…his skillful touch…the inferno of need blazing through me… it was too much—too, too much.
Suddenly the spring that had been winding tight in my belly snapped and I felt the strongest orgasm of my life rush over me.
“Oh…oh, God!” I gasped.
My back arched violently off the bed, a moan of pure need pouring from my throat as the orgasm exploded inside me—a convulsing, mind-blanking wave of pure ecstasy that nearly drowned me. My hips bucked wildly against his big hand, my inner walls clenching and spasming around his buried fingers, milking them as the pleasure wracked my body.
“Shadow!” The name burst from my lips like a long-forgotten prayer. “God, Shadow—yes…yes!”
My monster held me close and guided me through the overwhelming pleasure, his fingers still buried deep inside, still rubbing to prolong the shocks as my body convulsed around him.
“That’s right, little witch,” he growled softly in my ear as he kept teasing my aching clit. “Come for me…come nice and hard while I finger-fuck this sweet little pussy. Gods, you’re beautiful when you come!”
The pleasure seemed to last forever. When I finally collapsed back into his arms, I was panting, drenched in sweat—utterly and completely dazed. I had never come this hard before—never in my life. My heart felt like it might beat its way right out of my chest.
I turned my head, and though I still couldn’t see Shadow clearly in the dark, I felt the heat of his gaze on me, heavy and satisfied.
“My good little witch,” he rumbled and kissed me. “Such a good girl to come so hard for me.”
I was still panting and couldn’t say anything. But I knew how I felt.
I had never felt more thoroughly claimed and I knew wanted to keep him in my life.
20
SHADOW
I held her as the last tremors of her pleasure rippled through her, her soft, curvy body trembling against mine. The scent of her desire—rich, sweet, uniquely hers—clung to my fingers, her heat still slick between them. My heart ached with the force of everything I felt for her. Desire…adoration…longing…protectiveness.
Love.
Mine, I thought. She’s mine—I should claim her now! I need to knot her—to form the Heartmate Bond between us so I’ll never lose her again.
But Danni wasn’t ready for that—not yet. So I just held her, loving the feel of my little witch nestled in my arms.
Danni’s breath hitched, then slowly began to even out, her cheek resting against my chest where the blue fur grew thick and soft.
“You’re beautiful when you come for me,” I whispered, pressing a kiss to her forehead. “So beautiful, little witch. I’ve dreamed of this…longed for years to give you pleasure.”