Page 60 of Black Willow Witch
And the pressure of his dick filling her to the point of bursting was glorious.
He swept a hand up her thigh, side and cupped her breast, a hint of possession in the hard press of his fingertips, leaving behind a tingling sensation – and she knew what the latter meant.
She hissed, pricking his hips with her nails. ‘I didn’t say you could scent-mark me.’
Releasing her breast, he delved his hand into her hair. ‘It’s already done. My scent is sinking into your skin now. It won’t wear off for days.’ He bit her earlobe. ‘You like that I’ve done it; like that I do what I want with you.’
God damn the bastard for picking up on that. She sent a rush of magick over him. ‘Now you smell of me.’ Soha.
A growl eased out of him as his free hand clutched her ass tight. Then he was moving, his hips violently snapping forward again and again. Every heavy jut of his hips forced his dick excruciatingly deep – it was bliss, it was pain, it was more than she could take.
But she had no intention of asking him to stop.
‘Knew you’d feel good,’ he said with a thick grunt. ‘Fucking perfect.’ The hand in her hair kept her head at the angle he wanted it, so he could stare right into her eyes.
She clasped his nape, lost to the feel of his cock dragging over her supersensitive inner walls as he pounded into her like an animal. It was savage. Brutal. Ataking.
She’d had rough sex before, but this was different. So basic and primitive that there was something depersonalizing about it. It stripped her of every layer. Witch. Woman.Person.
She felt overwhelmed and possessed and downrightowned. It unnerved her, but it didn’t stop her from dragging her nails down his back in demand. ‘Harder.’
He gave her what she wanted, every slam of his cock making her breasts jiggle. Right then, he was pure sexual aggression – and she reveled in it.
Her moans turned louder and breathier as she took his increasingly brutal thrusts. The friction soon became too much. ‘I’m going to come.’
He roughly palmed her breast. ‘Do it. Come.’
She arched into his hand, and the sharpprickof his claws knocked her over the edge. Her body shook as wave after wave of glorious white-hot pleasure overtook her.
Above her, Ripper lost it – unleashed every bit of strength and control as he chased his own release. Finally, he speared his cock deep and went still, his shaft throbbing as he growled into her neck.
They both went pliant, their bodies tremoring, their breathing all over the place.
Emberlyn pulled herself together enough to say, ‘If you regret this, I’d advise you not to say it. Can’t promise I won’t give you a pig’s tail on your forehead or something.’
He didn’t lift his face from her throat as he spoke. ‘No regrets here.’
Oh. Good. ‘Same,’ she said on a sated sigh. ‘Same.’
Passing the living-room doorway the next morning, Emberlyn did a double-take and slowed to a stop. Because Lucie sat on the spot where Ripper had last night feverishly fucked Emberlyn, and the feline was staring at her haughtily.
Emberlyn notched up her chin. ‘I feel you judging me, but I give not one shit.’ She swanned into the kitchen, where she went about making breakfast.
Despite having showered, moisturized and spritzed herself with perfume, she could smell Ripper on her – a faint earthy, woodsy scent. She couldn’t really complain that he’d marked her, considering she’d temporarily covered him in the scent of her magick. It hadn’t seemed to bother him, to her surprise.
He had left shortly after they’d fixed their clothes, wanting to check on Logan one last time – it hadn’t been an excuse to leave; she’d heard the honesty and concern in his voice.
Before walking out, Ripper had pinned her with a look that said he wasn’t done with her. Good. She wasn’t done with him, either.
When she’d found him on the porch last night, she’d known that something was wrong. It had been evident in his dull expression, the tension in his large frame, and the defensive note in his tone. She hadn’t understood why he would come to her of all people – only the twins had ever sought her out when needing to confide in someone – but Emberlyn hadn’t been about to send him away.
The last thing she’d expected was for them to fuck on her living-room floor. Which had been positively spectacular. Something, however, had been niggling at her since she woke; something that would put a downer on last night, if true . . .
Was it possible that he had – perhaps only subconsciously – fucked her to flip CeCe the finger?
Emberlyn settled at her table with a cup of tea and toasted bagel. The more she considered the matter, the more she doubted its accuracy. Particularly since he’d scent-marked her – werewolves didn’t idly do such a thing. Still, the prospect continued to nibble at her.
Putting it all out of her mind for now, she ate her breakfast, snatched her purse and drove to the town hall. She spotted a few other familiar cars parked around, telling her that her family had already arrived.
