by M. L. Briers
He’d had the taste of her on his tongue, and he wanted more. He wanted everything. He had to taste her as she came undone around him or he was going to go insane.
He reveled in the taste of her. He reveled in the sounds that caught in the back of her throat as he took over the edge and right back up again.
The instant that she tried to tear his hair from his scalp, he knew that she could take no more. He pushed back onto his knees and practically tore his jeans from his body in his haste to be where he needed to be.
Jules fought to gain a breath as she looked down her body at her mate. His dark eyes were hungry, and he looked as sexy as hell. Every inch the predator that she knew him to be.
His muscles moved under his skin as he slowly climbed up her body, and the heavy weight of his long, thick length waved at her. Her inner muscles clenched in anticipation. She wanted him more than she had ever wanted anything in her life before.
Jules went to reach for him once more, but he snatched at her wrists and pushed them down against the bed. His knees hooked under her thighs and he opened her wide for his hips as he lowered himself down over her.
She felt the pressure of the tip of his cock against her sex and her body welcomed him inside. Inch by inch, his hard length ate her up.
Daniel’s hard, deep, growl vibrated through the room. Her body sheathed his like a hand in a glove as he slowly took her to the hilt.
“More,” she pleaded.
“Sweetheart, that’s all I’ve got. Is it not enough?”
“Yes, you Muppet! I meant go faster,” she chuckled, but it was short-lived as he dragged his cock back through her sex, and pushed back to the hilt once more.
“Way to kick me in the balls without even lifting your knee,” Daniel chuckled, but he bit off that sound and replaced it with a hard growl when she clenched her inner muscles around him.
There was a hard, deep howl that rattled the windows and rumbled through the room. Daniel’s head went back and his ears pricked up at the sound.
“Geez, it appears that you are the slowworm of the family,” she grinned up at him. He gave her a look of disbelief, and he was about to say something when another howl went up in the distance. “Even Aggie!” She chuckled.
“They had a head start — you were arguing with me!”
“Well, let’s see if we can catch them up.”
Jules offered him a suggestive wiggle of her eyebrows, and the man growled like he’d never growled before.
“You don’t believe in taking things slowly then?” He grinned.
“If you don’t hurry up I might be forced to take over,” she teased the warning, and the man growled again.
There was no way in hell that Daniel was about to let that happen. He’d wooed her — although, he wasn’t sure how — and he was damned well going to claim his mate and bond with her in the manliest way possible.
“Oh, sweetheart – now you’ve gone and done it.” There was laughter in his eyes and a hungry growl within his throat as he pulled out of her, turned her onto her hands and knees on the bed, and pushed back to the hilt deep inside of her.
Jules gripped the sheets into her tight fists. She thrust her backside out to him, curved her spine, tossed her head back on her neck as she took him as deeply as she could.
Daniel wasn’t about to give her another reason to goad him, playfully or not. His hips bounced off of her curvy backside as he took her over and over again down his thick cock.
He could already feel her inner muscles clamping up around his length. He reached out and wrapped an arm around her waist bringing her back against his chest as his other hand fisted her hair and opened her neck and shoulder to his will.
His beast growled and clawed within him. The wolf pushed forward, and his fangs elongate it. He needed the taste of her blood upon his tongue.
Daniel locked her body against his. He thrust inside of her deep and fast, over and over, as her muscles tightened around him and she reached for the next release.
Mine…
He heard her small cry that caught in the back of her throat the moment that the orgasm ripped through her body. His fangs cut into her skin, and her blood ran over his tongue and down the back of his throat, and he growled hard.
His beast roared within him at the claim that they had made upon her. Their souls met and joined as one, magic and the supernatural forming the bond between them.
Daniel released his fangs, cleaned the wound, sealing it with his tongue. His blood boiled within his veins as the fever grew within him to complete the bond.
He needed to put his seed within her womb. His hips pounded against her backside as his cock devoured her.
Jules' fingers gripped against his upper thighs and her fingernails pressed into his flesh. She hadn’t yet come down from the first release and yet he was thrusting her towards another one.
Closer — her fingernails pierced his flesh, and she clawed upwards as her body raced towards another orgasm. The sound of his hard, hungry growl vibrated through her body and only heightened her desire.
Every inch of Daniel’s body strained as he sought his own release. He craned his head back on his neck and bit down on the frustration of not being able to find it.
He heard the sweetest sound that came from his mate a heartbeat before he felt the hard clench and release of her inner muscles around his cock. Her body demanded his seed, and he howled like he’d never howled before as his body was battered and buffeted by the orgasm that ripped through him.
Over and over again, he thrust to the hilt and placed his seed against her womb until he had nothing left to give. His body felt broken, his muscles burned like a wildfire and they quivered hard, and yet, he found the strength to take a gently down with him to the mattress.
Daniel curled his body protectively around her. Safe within his arms, he listened as her heartbeat slowed and her breathing evened out.
He was hers, and she was his. Forever.
CHAPTER THIRTY TWO
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“You still haven’t done the spell,” Lewis grumbled as he reached over into the middle of the kitchen table and snatched up a bread roll from the basket.
“I know!” Aggie said as she raised her eyebrows back at the man. “I’m not senile.”
“Just conveniently deaf when I ask you to clean up after yourself in the kitchen,” Nestor grumbled.
“Huh?” Aggie cupped her ear toward her mate before she beamed him a smile.
“Gee, that must suck knowing how house proud you are,” Koren offered from the other end of the table. He still wasn’t allowed to sit near Aggie.
“Huh?” Aggie said again, but this time she looked right through the vampire as if he wasn’t there.
“Keep it up, witch, but I know you are starting to come around to my particular charms,” Koren lied.
He didn’t know anything of the kind because the damn woman kept her wards about her when he was around, and wouldn’t let him anywhere near her mind.
“Yeah, like snakebite,” Aggie muttered loud enough for them all to hear.
“So, about the spell,” the alpha tried again.
“I didn’t think you still wanted us to do that,” Aggie said.
“Why would I not want you to do what I brought you here to do in the first place?” Lewis was confused.
“Well, I’ve met big Sam,” Aggie left it there is, but she did kick Mia under the table.
Mia jumped in place as the pain shot up her shin, and she yanked her knee back and cracked her kneecap against the underside of the table. She groaned in annoyance and offered a death glare back to the elder.
“Yes, big Sam is kind of cool,” Mia offered, and her mate grumbled.
“So, what you’re saying is — it isn’t that you thought I didn’t want you to do the spell, it’s that you don’t want to do the spell,” Lewis grumbled.
“Well, a bear’s got to do what a bear’s got to do,” Daniel chuckled and got a warning growl from the alpha in r
eturn.
“I’m not saying a bear doesn’t have to do what a bear has to do, but the bear doesn’t have to do what he has to do in my damn woods!” Lewis ground out.
“Or maybe he does,” Aggie reasoned and got a curious look back from the alpha in return.
“What does that mean?” Lewis growled.
“Maybe that’s where he feels more comfortable — you know, doing what he does, where he does it.” Aggie shrugged her shoulders.
“And perish the thought the bear should be uncomfortable while he takes a crap,” Jake chuckled.
“I don’t give a bear’s furry backside where big Sam feels comfortable or uncomfortable. I want him to stop crapping in my woods!” Lewis growled.
“And you the alpha,” Aggie huffed.
“And I’m the alpha,” Lewis nodded.
“Well, I could do this. But big Sam is not going to be happy, and neither is his bear. And if that there bear decides to take a crap on your front lawn, don’t look to me to clean up your mess — or his mess — I’m not clearing up that crap,” Aggie nodded agreeing with herself as the others chuckled.
“I’m not asking you to clear up…” Lewis paused for thought. “You really think big Sam would take a crap on my lawn?”
“I would!” Aggie assured him.
“And she would too,” Koren said.
“Don’t talk about my mate’s crapping habits” Nestor growled.
“Seriously?” Koren gave a small shake of his head.
“I thought the vampire was house trained?” Jules offered with a smirk towards the man.
“More so than your mate,” Koren tossed back.
“But she would,” Nestor said.
“Who would what?” The alpha was fast losing his will to live.
“Aggie,” Nestor said. “She would take a crap on your lawn.”
The others sniggered as the alpha groaned. All this had started because of big Sam and his incessant need to dump his load wherever he felt like it — and wherever he felt like it usually ended up being in the pack's woods.
Lewis’ wolf took exception to the stench of bear crap. He’d had enough, so much so that he’d called in the witches, and look where that had gotten them.
Mated.
Four witches in their pack.
Lewis smiled to himself as his wolf grumbled a growl within him. The beast knew what Lewis was thinking.
If it hadn’t of been for Sam, then he would never have met his mate. He guessed a little bear crap was a price worth paying.
“Fine, don’t do the spell.” Lewis shrugged his shoulders.
“You mean Sam can carry on crapping in the woods,” Aggie chuckled.
“Can I crap in the woods?” Koren asked with as innocent a look on his face that he could muster.
“No,” Lewis growled
“Not even if I’m caught short?” Koren couldn’t help the chuckle that rumbled through him.
“Shove a cork in it,” Lewis said as he lifted his hand and pointed a finger at the vampire. “And I don’t want to hear any more about it.”
“No more talking crap at the dinner table. Got it.” Koren grinned.
“I can’t believe that’s what brought us here,” Debbie said as she shot a look at Mia and her friend grinned back.
“That’s why you wouldn’t tell us what the damn spell was,” Jules said with a snort of a chuckle.
“Bear crap.” Debbie narrowed her eyes and thought about it for a long moment.
“Yes,” Koren said. “How does it feel to know that your relationships are all built on crap?”
The four shifters growled in unison as their mates zapped him as one. Koren’s body stiffened like a corpse, and he slowly fell sideways from his chair, hitting the floor, and groaning loudly.
“Remember that feeling?” Aggie asked. “That’s what it feels like to be dead. How does that crap grab you?”
“I’m growing on you, Aggie,” Koren bit out through clenched teeth.
“Keep it up vampire, and the only thing you’ll be growing is pretty flowers above your grave.” She warned.
“See, you’d plant flowers.” Koren ground out.
“Yeah, and I’d cover your grave in what big Sam has to offer.” Aggie, back to the sound of chuckles from the others at the table.
“Can I get up now?” Koren grumbled.
“Can you behave?” Aggie demanded.
“No!” The vampire bit back.
“Then no, you can stay there,” Aggie turned to look at the alpha. “You know you really should have house trained him by now.”
“Well, now that you’re here…” Lewis chuckled at the sound of the vampire’s groan.
The end.
