8 Panty-Melting Werewolves & BBW Witches Collection (Pagan Holidays)

by Liv Brywood

  But the second his hand grazed the soft thatch of hair over her sex, he stopped. He pulled back and wrapped her in a tight embrace.

  “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have...” he whispered.

  Her heart pounded in her chest. She wanted so much more from him, but it was better that they’d stopped. They didn’t know each other at all. Their attraction was pheromone-flamed, nothing more. “We should get going.”

  ***

  Sebastian ran his hand across his buzz-cut black hair before turning to grab one of the helmets. He needed to get Delia on the snowmobile before he did something rash. His cock strained toward the curvaceous witch. He’d dreamed about her every day since the ceremony where he’d first spotted her. It had been over a year, but he couldn’t get her out of his mind.

  If he had a shot at establishing a pack in the Yellowstone area, he’d need a mate. Delia would be perfect. She’d braved the underworld for six months and had survived. She’d instantly have the respect of the wolves in the area. Anyone she chose as her mate would be able to start a new pack. He just needed to convince her to stay with him.

  He held out the helmet. “Put this on.”

  She took it and pulled it over her soggy hair. She flipped up the visor. Tendrils of raven-colored hair slipped out to frame her heart-shaped face. “Thanks.”

  “I’m going to stop at my cabin so we can refuel.”

  “What about Fishing Bridge?”

  “They’re closed until May. There isn’t any service between here and my cabin. It’s just a few miles outside the east entrance. We can stop there. While I refuel, you can grab a change of clothes.”

  “I’d love a jacket and some snow pants right now.” She pulled the blanket up to cover her sexy shoulders.

  He let out his next breath slowly in an attempt to calm his inner wolf. The animal begged to be released, but he maintained control. He climbed onto the snowmobile. She slid onto the seat behind him and wrapped her arms around his waist. His belly jerked at her touch. What little heat she had left seeped into him as she molded her body against his back.

  “Hold on tight,” he said.

  She shifted against him. As her hands gripped him, he suppressed a groan. The intoxicating scent of her arousal whirled up to entice him. His cock twitched in response. She drove him wild with need, but now wasn’t the time. Even though she’d melted in his arms when he’d kissed her, he couldn’t risk exposing her to the cold for his own selfish desires.

  He steered the snowmobile onto the empty road and headed toward Fishing Bridge. Although a thick coating of snow blanketed the bridge, the water underneath it flowed freely.

  After crossing the river, he passed the general store and continued on the road toward the east entrance. The winter landscape whooshed by in a blur of white. The unspoiled landscape had a way of making his heart soar. When his pack had disbanded, he immediately knew where he was headed.

  He turned off the main road onto an unpaved trail. He’d been living at the cabin since January and hadn’t bothered to clear the road.

  As the snowmobile cut across the thick snow, Delia bounced against his back. He gripped the handles. When he’d held her in his arms, her soft curves had awakened a fierce desire from deep within his soul. At thirty-two years old, it was time for him to find a mate and settle down. His days of frolicking with any available female were over.

  The small cabin was tucked between a thousand-foot granite wall and a half-frozen stream. He chose the location because it would be easy to defend. He couldn’t be attacked from anywhere but the main road. Once his pack was established, he’d post guards at the entrance. There was enough room to build additional cabins for the other members of his pack. But the entire plan was predicated on one thing – finding a suitable mate.

  He parked next to the front porch. After waiting for Delia to slide off the snowmobile, he pulled the keys out. He helped her navigate the slippery path to the steps leading up to the porch. He’d left the front door unlocked. No one knew he was living here, so he had nothing to worry about, yet.

  Delia stepped into the cabin and slowly walked around the main room. In addition to a fireplace, he had a couch, huge flat screened TV, and a coffee table. The kitchen sat off to the left of the living room.

  “The bedroom’s over here,” he said.

  She turned and arched a brow.

  He smiled. “So you can change. You can also take a shower to get warmed up.”

  “Thank you. I don’t know what I would have done if you hadn’t been there. I probably would have had to wait in the water until tomorrow.”

  “I’m glad I was there too.”

  A few seconds passed as he watched the gratitude in her eyes fade into exhaustion. As she yawned, she put her hand over her mouth. “I’m so sorry. I’m used to sleeping during the day.”

  “If you want to take a nap before we leave, you can. The sun’s just about to come up. I can still get you home before nightfall.”

  She shook her head. “I’ll just take a quick shower and change. Then we can leave.”

  His heart sank. “All right.”

  Once inside the bedroom, he pointed out the adjoining bathroom.

  She said, “Oh wow. I didn’t expect it to be so nice.”

  “I built this place from the ground up. I plan on staying here for the rest of my life.”

  “The bathtub is huge.”

  “Eventually I’ll have a mate and I know how much women love to take baths.”

  Her smile faltered. “Is it… would it be okay if I…”

  He grinned. “I’ll get the bath started while you get out of those wet clothes.”

  He turned on the water and waited until it got hot. After plugging the drain, he added a scoop of Epsom salts. That would help her relax. He had no idea what she’d been through while in the underworld. Regardless, she’d spent six months underground. She deserved to be pampered.

  She returned just as the water reached the three-quarters mark. She had wrapped the blanket around herself. Too bad she hadn’t come back naked. Although, how could he possibly control his wolf while in the presence of her scorching hot body? He’d seen enough through the plastered-on white dress. The image of her undeniably sexy curves was burned into his brain.

  He turned off the faucet. “It should be warm enough, but test it.”

  She ducked her hand below the surface. “It’s perfect.”

  “So… I guess I’ll leave you to it. Unless you want me to join you?” He added before he could stop himself.

  She smiled. “Not so fast wolfie. I’ve known you for what, an hour? You’re going to have to give me more time than that.”

  He perked up. “I’ll give you all the time you need.”

  She smiled coyly as she gently pushed him toward the door. “I’ll be out soon, then we’ll get back on the road.”

  She shut the door. He leaned his forearm across it and rested his head on it. She was probably naked, sliding in to the water right now. Her skin had to be glistening and wet. He groaned. He needed to do something or he’d drive himself crazy with fantasies of her curvaceous perfection.

  He closed the bedroom door, then returned to the main room. After pacing for a minute, he realized he should be building a fire. Normally he wouldn’t sacrifice the precious firewood for himself, but he sure as heck wanted to make sure she didn’t freeze when she came out of the bathroom.

  Within minutes, he’d built a roaring blaze. He studied the fire for a second before deciding to add another log. Flames licked across the additional wood. Heat pushed out to warm the room.

  He sat on the couch and waited. He picked up the suspense novel he’d been reading in an attempt to distract himself. It worked for about two chapters before his thoughts drifted back to the woman who was currently naked in his bathroom. She’d been in there for a while. He set the book aside and walked over to the bedroom door.

  He knocked softly. “Delia, are you doing okay?”

  When she didn
’t respond, he opened the door a crack and peeked in. He froze. She lay sleeping in the center of the bed. The soft rise and fall of her chest caught his attention. Although she’d burrowed under the covers, the blanket had slipped down to reveal the top of one creamy breast.

  He swallowed. Her pink lips parted slightly with each breath. God, she was so beautiful. He knew he should close the door and let her sleep, but he couldn’t bring himself to leave. He stepped into the room and shut the door behind him.

  As he moved toward the bed, she moaned and rolled onto her back. In slow motion, the blanket slid down the curve of her breasts. The fully exposed twin mounds of soft flesh made something snap inside him. He wanted her. He needed her. And dammit, he was going to find a way to have her.

  But he wasn’t going to take her without her permission. Only a jackass would take advantage of a sleeping woman. It would probably kill him, but he wouldn’t do more than hold her.

  As he slowly slipped under the blankets, she rolled away.

  “Are you awake?” he whispered.

  When she didn’t respond, he settled into the bed behind her. On his side, he slowly inched closer until the front of his chest grazed her back. She sighed and shifted her hips against his cock.

  He fought to maintain control. The scent of her freshly washed skin drove him insane. He wanted to roll her over and kiss her silly before driving his cock into her pussy. He clung to a small thread of control, but it was unraveling by the second.

  ***

  Delia snuggled against the warmth at her back. Her eyes flew open. What on earth? It took her a moment to remember her trip from the underworld to Sebastian’s bed. When she’d stepped out of the bath, an overwhelming need to sleep had tempted her to lay down for a few minutes. She hadn’t intended to take a nap. And she sure as hell hadn’t intended to end up in bed with Sebastian.

  Sparks of desire sizzled along every inch of her skin where it met his. She didn’t move a muscle as she contemplated the situation. Sure, he was sexy as hell. Yes, he made her want to throw caution to the wind and indulge in a day of meaningless passion. But could she really just have sex with him without creating the kind of entanglement she’d vowed to avoid?

  As she’d prepared to leave the underworld, she’d promised herself that she’d take another six months to give her newly enhanced libido a rest. She couldn’t walk around town like a half-crazed sex fiend. What would everyone think if she jumped from the Wolf God’s bed to another wolf’s bed within the span of a day?

  Sebastian stirred and hooked an arm around her waist. She trembled with lust. The virile wolf inflamed the nerve endings along her belly. Every inch of her yearned for his touch. She could just lay here for a few more minutes and then get up, right?

  The pressure inside her pussy built with each passing second. She wanted him—passionately, desperately. The slow burn in the pit of her stomach flowed up through her breasts. Every breath he took whispered across her neck. Every slight movement provoked another debate about the merits of restraint. The deal she’d made with herself dissolved like snow in springtime.

  In a series of tiny movements, she turned toward him. His steady breaths grew ragged. When she met his gaze, the fire between them flashed hotter than a summer blaze. His lips moved to crush against hers. There was nothing soft and sweet about the kiss. It was ruled by the torrid heat of underworld magic. The dark energy still flowed through her veins. It temped her to surrender to his every desire.

  His tongue parted her lips and delved into the softness of her mouth. She moaned and tossed her leg over his. With a tug, she mashed her hips against his. The thick, strong length of his arousal nudged her thigh.

  She broke the kiss and gasped. “We shouldn’t be doing this.”

  He captured her head between his palms. “Then tell me to stop. But if you don’t, I swear I won’t stop until I’ve made you melt into the bed.”

  She whimpered and pushed her lips against his in a searing kiss that left her breathless. “Oh, God.”

  His hand slid from her hip to cup her left breast. She rolled onto her back, taking him with her. The top half of his body lay across hers. For a second, she missed the feel of his cock against her thigh, but she quickly rectified the loss by reaching for him.

  As she wrapped her hand around his erection, he moaned into her mouth. His tongue melded against hers. The dampness between her thighs spread. She wanted him already, but didn’t want to sacrifice a single caress. His seductive hands roamed across her skin. He kneaded and stroked her soft flesh, eliciting sighs and whimpers from her parted lips.

  His fingers closed around one turgid nipple. When he rolled it gently, she cried out. Her toes curled. Her back arched to expose her neck. As he trailed his lips across her jaw and down her throat, he took full advantage of her ecstasy.

  She stroked his thickening cock. She’d thought he was already fully erect, but she was wrong. Very, very wrong.

  As he dipped to take her nipple into his mouth, she moaned and squeezed him. He responded by skimming her breast with his teeth. The sharp sensation sent ribbons of need straight to her pussy.

  His tongue licked and swirled a path past her belly toward her sex. She spread her thighs as he angled toward her pussy.

  “Let go,” he murmured.

  She released his cock. He lay between her thighs with his face just inches from her pussy.

  “Please,” she begged in a throaty voice.

  He took his time, kissing the insides of her quivering thighs, running his tongue across the backs of her knees. By the time he’d licked his way up to her slit, she was half-mad with lust.

  The first lash of his tongue on her pussy made her clench so hard, she almost crushed his head between her thighs.

  He pushed her legs apart and held them open. “Relax.”

  Easier said than done. She clawed at the sheets, searching for something to cling to. As he moved to lick her swollen flesh, little cries fell from her lips. When he captured her clit, she shook. Her breasts jiggled. She released the sheets and laced her fingers through his hair. As his tongue worked magic on her clit, she moaned. How the heck had she gotten this lucky? His mouth was a gift from the Goddess.

  He gazed up at her through half-hooded eyes. She couldn’t look away. She was so distracted by the sparks of blue in his eyes that she missed the oncoming rush of orgasm. The first shockwave blasted through her pussy, forcing her head back against the pillow. She screamed as she pulsed against his tongue.

  He didn’t give her time to breathe. Instead, he climbed up her body and plunged his cock into her still-spasming pussy. The additional sensation almost destroyed her. She wrapped her arms and legs around him and clung to him as he thrust deep inside.

  “You’re so fucking sexy,” he groaned.

  She tried to speak, but couldn’t make her lips move. They were locked in an “O” shape as she fought the tide of pleasure that threatened to pull her under. It was too much, too thick, too deep. She clutched his bulging biceps. The rock-hard muscles flexed as he moved inside her.

  He slowed his pace, rocking into her before pulling almost completely out. The roll of his hips against hers turned her body into a limp pool of desire. Another orgasm coiled between her thighs. Her breath hitched as warmth flooded her.

  She wanted more. She wanted to come again and again, so she gathered every ounce of strength and pushed him onto his back.

  He grinned up at her. “Feisty.”

  Her heated gaze wracked across his body before settling on his cock. She straddled him and teased her pussy lips against the flushed head of his cock. He shuddered. Good, the big, bad werewolf was right where she wanted him, completely at her mercy.

  “Ride my cock.”

  The pleading tone in his voice sent a surge of power into her body. Magical energy swirled around their bodies. As she lowered herself onto his cock, red light radiated out from their connection.

  “What’s happening?” he whispered.

 
“Sorcery,” she said coyly.

  He smiled. “Are you going to capture my soul with your sex magic?”

  A throaty laugh burst up from deep within her throat. “Maybe.”

  What he joked about was real. In the throes of passion, she could use her magic to enslave him. He’d be compelled to do anything she wanted until she released the bond. She’d never attempted the darker form of magic and didn’t want to start now. It was bad enough that she’d given into her most deviant desires. She couldn’t push the line between right and wrong any further into obscurity.

  As she rode his enormous cock, she twisted her hips to one side then the other. The scrape of his flesh against her clit was slowly driving her crazy. The air grew thick with the scent of sex. It was hard to believe she’d been freezing less than two hours ago.

  His expression changed from one of bliss to one of intense concentration. She recognized his impending release. She wanted him to feel every last ounce of pleasure, so she clenched the muscles in her pussy as tightly as she could.

  He roared. His hands dug into her hips as he moved her over his cock. The first ripple of orgasm forced his cock against her clit. She screamed in response and convulsed around him. The first spurt of cum jetted deep inside her. His cock twitched as he filled her with his seed.

  As she collapsed against his chest, a shower of sparkling red energy rained down upon them. He slowly pushed his cock deep and held it there. They lay like that for a few minutes. She took a shaky breath and relaxed her weight against him completely. He didn’t seem to mind, in fact, he seemed to welcome it.

  “I love the feel of you. I love being inside you,” he murmured.

  “Me too.”

  “I want to lay like this forever.”

  “Me too.”

  He smiled and pushed a veil of hair off of her face. “Stay with me. Just for a few days. Give me a chance to show you what kind of man I am. I know this is sudden, but I feel an undeniable connection with you. I’m hoping you might feel the same way.”