“Mmm-hmmm.”
Erin gasped as Lucas gently tugged her knees open, then began kissing his way down her inner thigh. Her heart skipped a beat when he paused for a brief second, showing her the raw lust behind his glowing eyes.
Anticipation shot through her body when he slowly leaned in towards her, swiping his tongue over her folds. A chorus of needy moans flew from her mouth, begging for more. Her head thrashed from side to side as his tongue plunged deep inside her pussy.
Lucas grabbed on to her hips, holding her tight as he worked his tongue in and out of her, driving her to the brink of madness. Her nails raked over his back, leaving long red lines that ran from side to side.
“Let go, baby. I want you to come like this,” Lucas whispered before latching on to her clit, sucking on the tiny bud and sending Erin flying over the edge.
It didn’t take long before her climax charged through her. Her body quivered and shook with the force of her explosion. She felt weightless as she soared to the heavens and above, and brilliant white lights flashed through her mind while torrents of incoherent words streamed from her lips.
Just as Erin began to flutter back down to earth, she felt the blunt tip of Lucas’ cock pressing into her.
With a quick twist of his hips, his cock plunged deep inside her. She cried out at the abrupt intrusion as her pussy stretched to accommodate her mate’s girth. “Oh Goddess, yes!”
Erin wrapped her legs tight around her mate’s back as he began to rock back and forth. Her inner muscles squeezed his cock with each slow, calculated thrust he delivered. Lucas’ mouth moved over her body, kissing, licking, and nibbling in all the right spots.
Her hips undulated beneath him, allowing him to position himself deeper. The sound of sweaty bodies slapping against one another filled her ears and the smell of sex filled the room. Erin rode wave after wave of the kind of glorious pleasure that only Lucas could provide.
“I want you to bend over.”
Hesitantly she nodded, doing as she was asked, all the while butterflies danced in her belly. The new position left her feeling more exposed than she ever had. Anticipation mixed with a little bit of fear coursed through her. She felt the bed dip with his weight as he sidled up behind her. Erin expected to immediately feel the head of his cock pressing once more against her entrance, but Lucas made her wait just a bit longer, opting instead to taste her again.
Erin cried out when his flattened tongue landed on her clit and he began eating her pussy like a starved man. His motions were relentless, up and down, paying special attention to the delicate area just below her clit.
“Gods, you taste so fucking good. I could eat you for three meals a day, plus snacks and dessert.”
“Yes please. It feels—mmm—so damn good.”
Without warning Lucas pulled away, leaving Erin reeling for an instant at the loss of contact. Then he slammed home in a single long, hard stroke, making her body quake with the impact. “Mmm, baby. Your pussy is so fucking tight around my cock. I love filling you up like this.”
Erin couldn’t bring herself to mumble even a single word in response. Instead, a volley of moans and shouts flew from her mouth as Lucas kept up his furious pace. His fingers dug into her hips and she was sure she’d have black and blue fingermarks by morning, but she couldn’t care less. The sheer pleasure was enough to make her forget everything else.
Goose bumps broke out over her flesh when she reached her peak once more, and tides of euphoria washed her away in a sea of carnal ecstasy.
***
Fuck! Lucas wasn’t sure how much longer he could hold out. Being inside Erin, feeling her tightness wrapped around him, left him fighting his already-questionable control. It made him un-fucking-hinged to hear his mate begging for more when he fucked her hard and fast. How could he deny her request?
There were no two ways about it. His mate made his blood boil with a hunger that only she could sate. He and his wolf were lost in a frenzy of lust and need when her climax stole over her. Her pussy squeezed his cock as she rocked back harder against him.
One long stroke was followed by two short ones and Lucas shouted her name, his release shooting deep inside of her.
Lucas leaned in, kissing his mate’s back and neck before collapsing to the bed, pulling her in beside him.
“I love you,” Erin whispered.
He sucked in a deep breath. He had never given those words much thought at any point in his life. Sure, he’d heard people throw them around casually all the time, but he wasn’t a fan of the liberal use of the phrase. Love was supposed to be something special between two people who couldn’t live without one another. Not because it was expected, but because it was what they chose. Lucas had never expected to feel love for another being after the death of his family. He’d thought that part of him was broken. How could anyone love him if he was unable to love himself?
It had taken finding his mate, putting her through hell, and then almost losing her before he realized he couldn’t live without her—couldn’t even fathom the thought of trying. His powerful witchy mate had become the sole purpose of his existence.
“I love you too, baby.”
Epilogue
“There must be some way to escape,” Deacon said to his wolf.
The wolf whined in response, too weak to contemplate a way out of their current predicament.
Deacon had it all planned out. When he got to Black Paw, he’d imprison the witches, waiting until he was alone with them to torture and kill them and their leader, Rafe Erickson.
His jaw clenched and unclenched, trying to hold back a scream each time the specially-designed riding crop, fashioned with a silver tip, delivered yet another agonizing blow to his back. With each lash he tried but failed to remain calm, instead begging and pleading with his captors for release.
He’d suck Odin’s dick and swallow if he thought he might gain his freedom. Deacon may have even shouted the offer a time or two, but who was counting. His throat was raw from all the screaming he had done since his unexpected arrival.
Had he actually believed in the gods of old, he probably would have realized that mouthing off to Freyja wasn’t a wise move on his part, but he’d long ago shunned the gods and everything they stood for. His father had shoved religion so far down Deacon’s throat as a youth, the first thing he did when he came of age was break any bond to the old beliefs he’d been raised with, believing them to be nothing more than silly old wives’ tales.
The Council could have enlightened him. So could any of the bastards at Black Paw. Instead they had held their tongues, all but insuring his fate.
As the crop landed on his skin once more, Deacon swore there would be hell to pay. As soon as he found a way to escape, they would pay.
Every single one of them.
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