Instead he feathered his lips across hers, keeping the contact light, the way a man would kiss a girl who had never been kissed before. After several seconds, she intensified the motions, pressing her mouth against his. When she relaxed, he turned her with his free arm, until they were chest to chest, and pressed her back into the sleeping bags.
This time when he released her mouth, he focused on the line of her jaw, kissing a path down her neck and across the thin collar resting against her throat. Next on his journey were her collarbones, followed by the pulse beating rapidly beneath her breast. He paused to study the nipples that were small, rosy, and pert. He’d been so eager to explore her before that he’d neglected the globes that were in perfect proportion to her body. Swiping his tongue around an areola, he brought his hand up to cover the other breast. He captured her nipple between his finger and thumb, rubbing the taut bead between them. She arched into his touch, closing her eyes. Her nipples pebbled as he teased her, the nubs becoming harder between his fingers and mouth.
Venturing away from her breasts, he skimmed his mouth down her stomach, flicked his tongue against her navel, and proceeded to the area he wished to be most. Willow’s unique taste would always taunt him, drawing him in, and he would always be hungry for more. When his mouth was directly over her pussy, he blew a soft breath against her skin. She writhed, wiggling from side to side.
His cock pulsed as he slid his tongue between her soft inner lips, searching for the treasure within. Her ragged intakes, as well as the scorching heat that greeted his mouth, told him the fight between them was over.
He took his time, alternating long swipes with short, intentional licks. When he knew she was close, he caved to what they both needed. He took her clit between his lips. Striking the tip of his tongue over the bundle of nerves, he sucked with enough force that she screamed his name as she came. The moment she was caught in the throes of orgasm, he lowered his head, forced her right thigh to the side, and slid his fangs into the vein he’d been aching to devour. She cried out again, babbling words that didn’t make any sense as he extended her release.
Her blood was as woodsy and wild as the female in his hold, so delicious he knew he’d never taste anything else in his existence that would ever compare. Her mews and writhing, combined with his own desire, sent him over the edge. His balls drew tight just before his cock began to pulse. He came with a shout that was muffled by the flesh against his mouth. It had been too long since he’d allowed himself this. The contractions from his cock and sac went on and on, long after Willow had gone lax against the sleeping bag. He sighed as the loneliness he’d been shouldering for centuries vanished as if it never was, replaced by a feeling of belonging.
He sealed the small wounds with his tongue, but he left his mark behind. Whenever she chanced a glance down or looked into a mirror, he wanted her to see the twin circles and remember it was him who put them there.
Standing to remove his pants, he gazed down on the beauty resting with eyes closed and a sated expression on her face. Her entire body was flushed, and her chest rose and fell in frantic bursts. Before the day had passed, he planned a full repeat of what they’d just experienced. Tomorrow, when he decided to take things further, he wanted to make sure she wouldn’t be able to say no.
Before the full moon rose, he would claim her as his Fated.
Chapter Nine
Willow woke as the day was coming to its end. She could feel the call of the moon, could sense it rising to take the place of the sun. Strangely, the wolf inside her seemed to be returning, as if it was slowly breaking free of the spell of the collar. She could smell things she couldn’t before, such as the twinge of sulfur from the hot spring. Lifting her hand, she willed
This time when he released her mouth, he focused on the line of her jaw, kissing a path down her neck and across the thin collar resting against her throat. Next on his journey were her collarbones, followed by the pulse beating rapidly beneath her breast. He paused to study the nipples that were small, rosy, and pert. He’d been so eager to explore her before that he’d neglected the globes that were in perfect proportion to her body. Swiping his tongue around an areola, he brought his hand up to cover the other breast. He captured her nipple between his finger and thumb, rubbing the taut bead between them. She arched into his touch, closing her eyes. Her nipples pebbled as he teased her, the nubs becoming harder between his fingers and mouth.
Venturing away from her breasts, he skimmed his mouth down her stomach, flicked his tongue against her navel, and proceeded to the area he wished to be most. Willow’s unique taste would always taunt him, drawing him in, and he would always be hungry for more. When his mouth was directly over her pussy, he blew a soft breath against her skin. She writhed, wiggling from side to side.
His cock pulsed as he slid his tongue between her soft inner lips, searching for the treasure within. Her ragged intakes, as well as the scorching heat that greeted his mouth, told him the fight between them was over.
He took his time, alternating long swipes with short, intentional licks. When he knew she was close, he caved to what they both needed. He took her clit between his lips. Striking the tip of his tongue over the bundle of nerves, he sucked with enough force that she screamed his name as she came. The moment she was caught in the throes of orgasm, he lowered his head, forced her right thigh to the side, and slid his fangs into the vein he’d been aching to devour. She cried out again, babbling words that didn’t make any sense as he extended her release.
Her blood was as woodsy and wild as the female in his hold, so delicious he knew he’d never taste anything else in his existence that would ever compare. Her mews and writhing, combined with his own desire, sent him over the edge. His balls drew tight just before his cock began to pulse. He came with a shout that was muffled by the flesh against his mouth. It had been too long since he’d allowed himself this. The contractions from his cock and sac went on and on, long after Willow had gone lax against the sleeping bag. He sighed as the loneliness he’d been shouldering for centuries vanished as if it never was, replaced by a feeling of belonging.
He sealed the small wounds with his tongue, but he left his mark behind. Whenever she chanced a glance down or looked into a mirror, he wanted her to see the twin circles and remember it was him who put them there.
Standing to remove his pants, he gazed down on the beauty resting with eyes closed and a sated expression on her face. Her entire body was flushed, and her chest rose and fell in frantic bursts. Before the day had passed, he planned a full repeat of what they’d just experienced. Tomorrow, when he decided to take things further, he wanted to make sure she wouldn’t be able to say no.
Before the full moon rose, he would claim her as his Fated.
Chapter Nine
Willow woke as the day was coming to its end. She could feel the call of the moon, could sense it rising to take the place of the sun. Strangely, the wolf inside her seemed to be returning, as if it was slowly breaking free of the spell of the collar. She could smell things she couldn’t before, such as the twinge of sulfur from the hot spring. Lifting her hand, she willed
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