Page 59 of Black Willow Witch
She watched as his gaze coasted down to her lips and stared, hunger and greed pooling there. Need licked a line up her spine as butterflies danced in her belly. ‘Witches aren’t on your menu,’ she reminded him, a slight break in her voice.
His eyes crawled back up to hers. ‘Youare.’ He stalked to her, every step slow and deliberate . . . until there was only mere inches between them.
Her magick reacted as usual to all that Alpha energy, and it was a struggle to rein it back. Seriously, her magick wanted to own the motherfucker.
‘You got my attention years ago. And you wouldn’t let it go.’ His intent gaze didn’t move from her face, as if he was set on noting every shift in her expression.
Caught in the spotlight of his absolute focus, she felt stripped right down to her soul.
Crackling sparks of sexual chemistry fluttered around them like invisible fireflies. The atmosphere turned as charged as a live wire, thick with unbearable tension. A tension that just kept rising, twisting, stretching out.
He lowered his mouth toward hers as he said, ‘I’ve never wanted anything the way I want you.’ The gravelly quality to his voice turned molten. ‘I feel like I’ll go a little insane if I don’t have you.’
She drew in a sharp gulp of air that was taut with need. Her body heated, buzzed and felt sexually charged – just like the tension between them.
Staring up at him, she felt . . . trapped. Trapped by the hunger, demands and promises she saw in his eyes.
There was something dangerous about him in that moment. Like a wolf poised to pounce. She knew if she moved one muscle – just one – it would act like a trigger.
This would be a bad idea. Probably. Or not. Honestly, she wasn’t sure she really cared. She could barely think.
His gaze skated down to her lips again, pure male greed simmering there. ‘You said no man would ever own you. I will. For the length of time I have you under me, you’ll be mine. And you’ll feel it.’
Ho-ho, what a challenge. ‘Don’t be so sure.’
His eyes fixed on hers again. ‘We’ll see which one of us is right.’
She had no idea who moved first, but their mouths collided in a brutally hungry kiss. They went at each other like savages driven to mate – tongues tangling, hands grabbing, fingers digging, teeth nipping.
Her body was like, ‘Oh God, finally.’ At the same time, it screamed for more. She was practically frantic with the need to answer the cravings that had steadily chewed at her resolve for too long.
Ripper sharply peeled up her dress and gripped her ass tight. He jutted his hips forward, pressing his cock against her clit. ‘I gotta have you.’
The world tilted. Her back met the rug. Strong fingers caught the waistband of her underwear. Cloth tore. Her thighs were shoved apart.
And then his mouth was on her pussy.
Her head fell back.Oh God.She dug her hand into his hair, riding the maddening raspy pumps of his velvet tongue.
From what she’d experienced, male werewolves loved going down on a woman. Ripper seemed to be no different, greedily licking and lapping and sinking his tongue as deep as it could go. He expertly pushed her into an orgasm mega fast, trapping a scream in her throat as pleasure racked her body in shuddering waves.
Her eyes closed, she slumped to the rug, breathing hard. She heard buttons snap open and then a wrapper tear.
Emberlyn had just forced her eyelids to lift when he slid up her body and lowered his weight onto her, yanking down the top of her dress to bare her bra-clad breasts. He deftly flicked open the front catch and latched onto her nipple, suckingso hard. He lavished attention on first one nipple then the other, teasing both into tight throbbing buds.
‘I want you in me.’ She dug her fingers into his back. So much muscle and strength and power there. It was all entirely too drugging. ‘Hurry.’
‘No, I’m going in slow.’
Emberlyn was about to fervently object, but then she felt theverybroad head of his cock inch inside her. Her eyes went wide at the sharp burn. ‘Oh, fuck.’ She hadn’t gotten a look at his shaft; hadn’t realized he was quite so thick.
‘Shh, be still.’ He lazily rolled his hips forward, forcing his dick deeper, groaning deep in his throat. ‘Your pussy is so tight.’ He put his mouth to her ear. ‘Mypussy tonight.’
The possessive claim should have outraged her, but there was something arousing about the blatant nerve of it. For themajority of her life, people had been wary of her – she’d made sure of it. It had kept her safe, for the most part. But the flip side? It had isolated her slightly. Aside from Millicent, Michael and the twins, people had always been on their guard around Emberlyn to some degree.
No guy had ever dared handle her this way. Not even Michael. But Ripper justtook.
He grabbed her. Pulled her. Held her down. Positioned her however and wherever he wanted.
