Unbound by April Vine

reigned.
    She whimpered softly as he bruised her skin, left his handprints on her hips, on her ass, as he shoved them under her to bring her closer and seal whatever gap lay between them. She bit his shoulder to steady herself as his pounding became wilder, more frantic.
    He crushed her breasts, her lips, anchored his teeth into the flesh of her throat and sucked her blood to the surface of her skin. She came once, twice, a continuous stream of orgasms merged from one to the other. He roared in satisfaction every time her pussy contracted in climax until eventually he emptied himself inside her. Endless sprays of hot cum flooded her body, leaving him drained and her full.
    His lips cruised down her body to her tender pussy. He lapped at the liquid dripping from her folds. Her hands threaded through his hair and fisted. He sucked all the fluid from her body, soothing her while he filled his mouth with the essence he’d just rained inside her.
    She shivered as he drizzled a wet trail across her skin. Over her navel, between her breasts, tracing the line of her throat, painting the silhouette of her lips. Marking her with his scent. Making her his. A false action.
    She opened her mouth. He locked his with hers. Greed dominated her. She sucked and swallowed what little measures he poured into her mouth. Her hands snaked around the nape of his neck, pulling him closer for more. She had never tasted anything so sweet before, so addictive. So Sebastian. He stroked his thumb over her lips.
    I love you , she whispered internally. The lightness in her heart dissipated as soon as it began. Her arms fell away from his shoulders. It was happening. She was shifting.
    “Sebastian?”
    He rolled off her, then with his back against the headboard of the bed, he drew her between his legs. Cradling her back against his chest.
    “It’s okay. I’m right here, Glitterbug.” He lulled her with his touch. “Don’t fight it. Don’t hold on.” He caressed her hair, talking softly into her ear, shielding her with his body. All her life she had held on. Kept her finger on the pulse, her eye on the ball, her mind two steps ahead of everyone else just to appear normal. She couldn’t give up that control, it’s who she was.
    She turned to face him. “I can’t stop this for myself. But I will find a way to save you, Sebastian. I won’t let you be tricked into living as an animal. I’ll find a way to bring you back.”
    She convulsed in his arms then leaped from the bed and stood in the center of the room. The pain of her shift was overridden by her desire to cure Sebastian, her mind too full with solutions to feel the agonizing terror. She failed to realize her own transformation had completed. Her gaze stayed on Sebastian. He shifted before her eyes. A ferocious growl echoed around the room as he jumped from the bed, brushed against her and headed out the door. She followed him. She’d keep him safe until she could bring him back.
    Twenty years ago she’d abandoned the supernatural blood flowing through her veins. She lived her life with rigid order, rejecting the true nature of her heritage. But now that was no longer a luxury she could afford, not with Sebastian’s human life on the line. She’d do whatever it required to bring him back, even if it meant accepting her witch powers for once and for all. And so help her aunts once she got a hold of them for leaving her no choice.
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    Michelle raged with anger. Her aunts, again, would be paying hell for the cheap trick they played on Sebastian. Turning him into animal? Had they lost their minds completely this time?
    “You.”
    Three heads turned to her, the clank of teacups and saucers hitting the floor echoed around the kitchen.
    “You deceitful, manipulative, cunning women.” She pointed her fingers at them.
    “Oh dear, sweet, merry witch.” Aunt Lindie stood and sent the chair tumbling to the floor.
    “I never thought I’d live to see this day.” Aunt Surtie