Page 103 of Black Willow Witch
She would have tipped her hips back to meet his thrusts if she could have moved. Instead, she remained still; taking what he gave her; needing more and more and more.
‘You’ve got a perfect ass,’ he ground out, gripping it tight. ‘And right now, it’s mine.’
The rough possession in his voice stroked that place inside her he seemed to have woken up. And that only pushed her closer to her orgasm. She wasalmost there.
He switched his angle and thrust even deeper, trapping her breath in her throat, going so deep he was more or less fucking her womb.
The friction inside her tautened, heated and crackled.
Then . . . something started to happen.
A thin ring seemed to form at the base of his shaft. A ring that whirled as it slowly made its way up his dick, stroking herinner wallsjust perfectly. At the same time, his cock pulsed and thickened. Thickened to an unbearable level.
She clutched the table tighter. ‘Oh, God.’
‘Feel it, Emberlyn,’ he snarled. ‘Feel my dick swelling inside you.’
‘Rip, it’s—’
‘You can take it,’ he gritted out.
She shook her head, not so sure he was right.
‘You can. You will.’ He ruthlessly fucked her harder as his cock kept swelling, pushing against her inner walls, stretching them until it hurt.
The building knot rubbed at her g-spot, winding her tighter. Claws pricked her skin, adding to the pain, spicing the pleasure . . . just as Ripper jammed his cock deep, the knot inflating even further.
Game over.A thrashing current of bliss volleyed into her; surged through her so violently it stole her breath. She needed to arch. Buck.Something. She couldn’t move, locked to him.
Ripper’s cock throbbed and twitched over and over as he pumped his come into her – it seemed to be never-ending.
Finally, her orgasm subsided. Which was right about when her brain seemed to short-circuit. She pretty much melted against the table, limp as a noodle, her breathing all over the place. She drifted, her eyes closed, her thoughts blank and fuzzy, a feeling of pure peace stealing over her.
Fingers wove into her hair. ‘Quick warning, baby. This is gonna be a long night.’
CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE
When her eyes fluttered open the next morning, Emberlyn found herself looking at a sleeping Ripper. He lay beside her, one hand resting on her ass, his breathing deep and easy. She froze, snapping to full alertness.
Only let a werewolf sleep in your bed if you don’t mind that they might never leave it.
It was a well-known quip. A jokey reminder that they attached; that their social etiquette was different.
For a witch, it could mean little to nothing if they stayed over. For a werewolf, it meant that they saw you as far more than a bed partner. It went beyond them feeling possessive of and comfortable with you. It showed that they also trusted you enough to be in such a vulnerable state around you.
Emberlyn’s lungs clutched tight. Few people had given her their trust – understandable, but a little sad. So it meant something to her that Ripper trusted her, because it indicated that he saw past her reputation.
As for the message he was sending by sleeping over . . . Wait,washe sending a message? Could it be that he’d fallen asleep accidentally? Because it seemed thatshehad, since she had no memory of doing so.
She remembered their sex marathon; remembered they’d come upstairs shortly after dinner and he’d talked her into showering with him. They’d barely dried off before he’d tossed her onto the bed and gone down on her. She’d returned the favor and . . . then it was blank, so she’d obviously drifted off after that.
Considering they were under the covers, their heads on the pillows, he’d obviously moved her around some. And he’deither decided to stay or simply conked out. The latter wasn’t farfetched – a night of endless hot sex could steal a person’s energy. It had certainly stolen hers.
But if his falling asleep in her bedhadn’tbeen accidental . . . Emberlyn didn’t know how to feel about it. Much as she wanted something lasting with Ripper, the idea of ‘more’ was a little scary. This wasn’t a simple boy-meets-girl situation. Their histories were messy and complicated.
If Ripper had purposely stayed over, it didn’t necessarily mean that he wantedthe ultimatecommitment. Werewolf attachments could be temporary, just as they could be platonic – or, for that matter, switch swiftly from romantic to platonic at some point. But the last time she’d been in this situation, the attachment hadn’t been temporary or remained platonic. She’d eventually been officially claimed by a wolf who had later betrayed her. So this whole thing was tap-dancing all over her nerves.
She’d never in her life been vital to anyone. Her father had left her without a backward glance. Her mother had withdrawn from her due to heartbreak. Millicent hadn’t ever put her first, and the rest of her family had had little to do with her. It should have been different with Michael. He’d been her mate, for Christ’s sake. Yet, he’d cheated on her; acted as if he didn’t need to apologize for it. And then he’d disappeared.
