Claiming His Witch (12 page)

“Yes?” I whispered my second request, afraid to disrupt the syrupy anticipation building between us. This was new, so damned new to both of us. One wrong move on my part, and I could destroy it all. I needed to stay slow. Let her decide. Let her lead.
 

“Yes.” She ran her hands up my arms, over my shoulders, and around the back of my neck. Pulling gently, she requested I come closer without asking. I answered her silent plea without pause, stopping when I was close enough to barely feel those lips brushing mine on her inhale. I mouthed
Yes?
one more time, wanting her to be sure, needing her to give her consent before I took us anywhere past where we already were. She gave me the sweetest smile known to man or wolf and a slight head nod.

And then I was lost.

Her lips, soft and warm, pressed against mine. My heart nearly flew out of my chest, and my dick twitched in want of more. Anything more, everything. And when her tongue, her fiery little tongue, ran along the seam of my lips, I knew I could never let her go. One taste, one tiny taste of her, and I was an addict. I wanted her flavor all the time, every day. Wanted to lick every inch of her and see if it changed. Would her neck be tart like fresh raspberries? Her wrist sugary like peaches? Would her nipples be sweet? And just the possibility of getting my tongue anywhere near her pussy had me groaning and rocking my hips against her.

I tangled my tongue with hers, needing more, wanting to plunge and plunder and take ownership. But I held back, as hard as that was. I let her lead me where she wanted to go. As long as she took me with her, I’d follow her to hell and back.

But the kiss, our kiss, was no hell. It was heaven. Pure, sensual heaven. Small licks, sighs, little nibbles on bottom lips…perfection in affection.

Deepening the kiss even further, she wrapped her legs around my thighs and cradled my hips within hers. I wanted to rut—Jesus, did I want to rut—but I held myself as still as I could. I didn’t want her to think I was only after a one-sided release. I could wait. She needed a kiss and affection first, a buildup to intimacy. I could happily meet just that need for the next fifty years or so as long as she never stopped running her fingers over my skin or gripping my hair. Okay, maybe not fifty years, the woman was too sexy to hold back that long. At least the next few days. Maybe a week.
 

Her foot trailed up my calf, her hips angling and pressing against my dick. Fuck, she tasted so good. Felt so perfect. Even holding back for a day suddenly seemed too long.

“Adam.” She said my name on a breath, a gasp. I moved my lips to her jawline, desperate for a taste of her skin. “I don’t want to, but I really have to go.”

I groaned as the flavor of her flesh ignited my taste buds: more savory than sweet, a little spice, and a lot of warmth. I wanted more. Wanted so much, my arms shook as I pulled away from her.
 

“Okay.” I pinched my eyes closed and took a few deep breaths. Calm. I needed to find my calm. Which was going to be really fucking hard with the feel of her soft, hot pussy separated from my dick by only two thin pieces of fabric. I needed to stop thinking about that, pull my hips away from hers, and let her get up.
 

But as I backed away, she squeezed her legs, pulling my hips into hers, rubbing herself against where I was hard and straining for her. I laughed a cry or cried a laugh; I wasn’t sure which. Zuri was killing me, pulling me in and pushing me away at the same time. Giving and taking. Like the pin-up girls painted on the sides of planes during World War Two: topless, smiling, and flipping you off all at the same time. But that thought made me think of seeing Zuri topless, which really wasn’t helping the situation.

“Zuri.” My voice came out as a plea, as if I were begging. And maybe I was. I was already so fucking hard, I was practically weeping. But I’d stop…of course I’d stop. If only she’d quit grinding on me and making me want to rip her panties down her legs.

She giggled—
giggled!
—as I huffed a laugh and dropped my forehead to her shoulder. I tried to pull away again, but Zuri tightened her legs on me and lifted her hips to slide her covered lips along my dick.
 

“Fuck, baby. If you need to go, then we have to stop.”

She giggled and slid both feet down the backs of my legs and up again, causing goose bumps to rise all over my body. She was quite the tease, my little witch who’d put me under her spell.
 

“You don’t want me to stop,” she whispered, all husky and deep and sounding like sex.

I shook my head. “Yeah. I mean no. I mean…dammit.”

She pulled me closer, rolling those goddamned hips against me. “I know. I feel it too, the ache to be together. The need for you.” She licked my neck, stopping where it curved into my shoulder. I felt her teeth clench against my skin, and that tiny bite made my wolf release a deep and rumbling growl. Zuri moaned and bit me again, obviously delighting in the way my growl deepened at the feel of her teeth on my skin. But then she placed her open mouth against the spot. Hot and wet, she tongued me once, moaned, and finally sucked. Hard.

“Aw, fuck, Zuri.” I collapsed on her, my arms shaking as I nearly howled in delight. She was marking me. Fuck yes and please and more and mine, my mate was marking me in a very modern, almost teenage way. Hickeys? I hadn’t been given a hickey since I was a fourteen-year-old virgin getting my first hand job in an old hunting blind. But this was nothing compared to that paltry human memory. This was brutal, almost violent in the pressure exerted. She sucked me hard and deep, even capturing my skin between her teeth. And I loved every single moment of it.

My neck burned, the spot where she had attached her mouth sending a steady stream of “oh, fuck yes” to my already aching dick. I pressed her down, rolling my body in a slow slide over hers, rubbing my dick against where she was so hot and wet. Soaked. Enough that even the front of my boxers were wet with her. I loved it, loved knowing I could get her so excited.

On my third press into her, she groaned and released my neck with a wet, popping sound, her eyes coming to meet mine as she smirked.

“Mine.”

Her whispered declaration sent my wolf spirit spinning, and I immediately lost what little control I had left. Snarling, I yanked her up the mattress, settling her on her back with my weight firmly on top of her. I gave in to my desire, my need, and ground my hips into hers, rutting against her. She was so hot, so ridiculously wet. I wanted to feel it, taste it, make her come on my tongue. I wanted to slide into that wetness and never leave.
 

She gasped and wiggled underneath me until I finally pushed against the right spot, the one that made her toes curl and her eyes roll back in her head. Arching, twisting, pulling me closer while trying to push me away at the same time. But I held on, kept up my pace, watched as her body shivered and her chest flushed red.

“Pup.”

“Yes,” I groaned. Fuck me, she felt so good. I ground against her, hard but cautious, wanting to keep her saying my name that way but not wanting to hurt her. Her head fell back, her mouth falling open as I pressed and pressed and pressed again. So gorgeous, and her pussy felt so good, so soft. I could just imagine how swollen she was getting, how ripe and full and ready for me.
 

Unable to hold back any longer, I feasted on her body. Collarbone, neck, jaw, ear. I tasted every bit I could reach, wishing for more access, needing to sample every inch. I sucked and licked, even going so far as to bite a few choice spots. Not that she seemed to mind at all.

“So fast, so fast. Fuck, yes,” she chanted, moaning and shivering in my hold. I kept moving, my hips finding a rhythm that lifted us both, that made my dick happy and kept her clawing at my shoulders. My balls pulled up tight to my body, that familiar pressure burning low in my belly. I needed her to come; fuck, did I need her to come. Because I was definitely going to.

“Fast, but right,” I mumbled before fastening my mouth on her neck and sucking. If she could mark me, I could mark her right back.
 

She groaned a throaty
oh yes
before sliding a hand between us. With little effort, she reached into the front flap of my boxers, pulling my dick out. I groaned, long and loud, at the feeling of her hand wrapped around me. It made me falter in my rhythm. Not that she seemed to mind. On one thrust, with her hand wrapped firmly around the base of my dick, I pushed against soft cotton, the reduction of the layer of my boxers making me truly feel how wet she was. Her panties were positively soaking. I held still against her, just enjoying the proof of her arousal. But when I went to pull back, she held me still, her fingers slipping under the cotton of her panties to pull them to the side. And then she shifted her hips and placed the head of me exactly where I wanted to be.
 

With nothing left between me and the sweet heaven of her pussy.

“Oh shit, are you sure?” Pup groaned and dropped his head to my chest, shaking with the effort of his restraint. He felt so good in my hand, so hard and thick. I needed to feel him inside me. Craved him in a way that was beyond reason. I knew we were moving too fast, but I didn’t want to stop. He had me balancing on a knife’s edge, and I was ready to fall.

“Please.” I lined him up against me and used my legs to pull him closer. He rolled forward slowly, gently, giving me time to adjust as he slid inside where I was wet and ready for him. His girth stretched me, filling me in a way no other man had before, the rumbling growl vibrating through his body adding more sensation than I ever thought possible. He was going to make me come before he even had a chance to get all the way inside.

On a deep press in, he angled his hips, rubbing against my clit as he did. I groaned, loud and filthy and full-on porn star sounding at how good he felt. How right. How he filled me completely.

“That good, baby? That what you want?” Pup pulled back then pushed in harder, sliding deeper, pressing against my clit again. I couldn’t speak, could only clamp my teeth to his neck and claw at his back as he worked his way even farther inside of me.

“So tight. So fucking tight.”

His murmurs made me shiver, the sound of his voice over the rumble of his growl unbelievably sexy. I groaned again as his hips finally met mine and he held still, pushing hard against me, stretching me completely.
 

Ruined. I was forever ruined for any others.
 

Nothing could compare to how good he felt so deep inside me. Could compare to the slight burn of him stretching me. I throbbed with the pleasure he brought me, muscles already clenching in my need to come, and he’d barely moved.

Unable to hold myself up any longer, I dropped my head back on the mattress and moaned. Pup’s lips found mine, his tongue immediately sliding deep into my mouth as he slowly slid back out. My legs shook, my stomach burning with the want to have him back inside me. With a groan, he ended our kiss by biting my bottom lip and smiling against my mouth.

“You’re so wet; I can’t wait to fuck you with my tongue. But not yet. Fuck, you feel too good wrapped around my dick to stop, no matter how bad I want you to ride my face.”

Oh holy Goddess, my sweet, adorable boy had a dirty side. One that made me quiver and crave him even more.
 

Growling, smirking as if he knew he’d shocked me with his dirty mouth, he thrust into me hard and fast. I squealed in surprise and grabbed hold of his shoulders, clawing his flesh as he repeated the motion again and again. Slamming into me, so fucking deep inside of me. With the way he growled and snarled, the way he gripped my shoulders and pulled me to him on every push, he wasn’t just fucking me. He was claiming ownership of my pussy with his body. And I was happy to let him.

“I want more.” Pup growled and grabbed my knee, pulling my leg up to his chest and spreading me open for him. The new angle sent shockwaves through my abdomen, making my entire body shake with each thrust.

“Jesus, you’re practically sucking me in. My girl likes it deep, don’t you? Yeah, I can tell. So wet and soft for me. Fucking perfect home for my dick.” Pup grunted and flexed, pushing all the way in only to circle his hips before pulling out. The pressure against my clit was maddening, leading me upward but never quite enough to push me over.
 

“Please.” The moaned plea was all I could say, the pressure inside building to the point of distraction. Nothing mattered except reaching that peak, chasing that pleasure. The world could end and I’d still be begging him to give me more. Thrust harder. Go deeper.
 

As if reading my mind, Pup pulled completely out of me. Before I could argue, he yanked my panties down my legs and tossed them to the floor. He held my gaze as he grabbed both of my legs and spread me before him. Wide.

“That’s better.” He kissed my knee before looking down. I should probably have been embarrassed by such a blatant act, knowing I was completely on display for him, but I couldn’t find it inside of myself to care. He could look all he wanted as long as he eventually went back to working me over. I was desperate for him. Needy. I wanted him inside of me again.

“So fucking pretty.” He hooked my knees over his shoulders then gave me a sweet, almost chaste kiss on the lips as he angled my hips up off the mattress. “Tell me if it’s too much.”

Spreading me with his arms under my knees, he pushed in slowly. All the way in. So far, my breath caught and my legs locked against his back as a guttural moan left my body. Never had I felt so much. I wanted to die a thousand tiny deaths. I wanted to crawl away from the sudden rush of pleasure-pain. I wanted to tell him to stop while begging him to go faster. The buildup to what I knew would be a phenomenal orgasm was intense, the pressure growing with every inch of that first downward thrust. And when he was all the way in, seated fully inside with his pubic bone pressing against my clit again, he twisted his hips. My entire body seized as the tip of him hit something inside that’d never been touched, some magical spot that made me moan even louder than before.