The Coven- Complete Series- Books one to Six.

by M L Briers

  He wanted to toss her over onto her back and thrust inside her. Feel the heat of her inner walls sheath his length as he took her to the hilt. His length would never be sated until it was buried deep.

  It was as if she read his mind, pushing down the length of him and taking him deeper until he felt the back of her throat against the silken head, and then she swallowed him down and his whole body practically convulsed at the feel of it. He bit out a dark curse and his eyes locked on hers, the throbbing of her throat squeezed him hard as her body fought for the breath that she was denying herself. Then she pulled up and gasped in a breath only to push back down again.

  His hips wanted to push up. He had the urge to hold her in place and take her sweet mouth and throat at his own pace, and yet her eyes warned him off. He’d never been with a woman who could do what she was doing to him before, not just taking his length that deeply inside her throat, but subduing him with just a look. He wanted to please her. If this was what she wanted then he couldn’t bring himself to stop her, and damn did it feel good.

  Too good. His balls were already drawing up against his body in preparation to release his seed down the back of her throat, and he couldn’t have that. His hands snapped out and he grasped both of her wrists. Yanking her body up the length of his, she released his cock with a hearty pop that echoed inside his mind at the thought of what he was giving up.

  A moment later and she was on her back with a gasp of air into her lungs and a questioning look in her eyes. He pinned her arms above her head and leaned down over her. His lips were a breath away from hers.

  “That’s not where I want to put my seed…” He informed her. He watched the smile grow on her lips until it teased his length into twitching once more just from the wicked look that resided on her face.

  “You sure, you seemed to be enjoying it…?”

  “I’ll be buried deep somewhere else and enjoying that all the more in a while, but first I want to lick you from head to toe…” He growled with such passion that every hair on her body stood to attention and the excitement shot through her at just those words. She was in danger of experiencing her first orgasm with him and he hadn’t even laid a finger on her body yet.

  “That sounds…” He dipped his head and caught a rock hard nipple between his lips, sucking it into his mouth as his teeth nipped and his tongue soothed her flesh. “So good.” She bit out.

  The man was as good as his word. She didn’t think there was much of her body still left untouched by his tongue, his teeth or his lips, and she wasn’t best pleased… He still hadn’t gotten to where she needed him the most, that wet, hot place between her legs that ached so desperately for his touch. She thought she was might go insane if he teased her with his breath and didn’t follow through this time.

  He was licking and sucking his way up the crease between her inner thigh and her mound when his hands clamped down on her hips and his thumbs spread her sex wide open for his touch. She caught her breath once more in anticipation and then ground out a long moan as he swiped his tongue from one end of her sex to the other. Her hips tried to shoot upwards from the bed and yet they were locked firmly in place as he devoured her with expert passion.

  One moment the man was frenzied, thrusting his tongue into her needy channel and curling it over the sensitive nub inside, and the next he was slowly teasing her clit with the very tip of his tongue, flicking up under the hood of flesh until she thought she might just go insane. Her fingers fisted his hair in the hopes of keeping him where she needed him. A string of dark curses spilled from her lips to the sexy sound of his chuckle.

  “Jethro, I can’t…” She begged to be released from the sweetest torture that she had ever known. With a hearty growl of a mate providing for his woman he slipped two thick fingers inside her and curled them against the spot that would send her over the edge as he suckled hard over her clit.

  In the short time that it took him to take her over the edge, ever darkening curses had spilled from her lips. Her body had tensed up so hard that she thought her muscles might snap and then the rush of a hard, throbbing orgasm tore through every inch of her body and she cried out with abandon as she was swept away on bright dancing lights and lava flowing through her veins. Lost in a world of pure unadulterated ecstasy; she could hear him calling her back and fought to return.

  She came back to the sight of his dark eyes staring intently back at hers. Her heart was still pounding in her chest and her blood was coursing through her veins, and yet he soothed all of that and more with the touch of his fingertips against her cheek and gentle words that lulled her back to him. She could feel the hard head of his cock pressing against her sex as he nestled between her open thighs and she shifted her hips slightly until it was against the wet, throbbing heat of her channel.

  “Mine.” He growled against her lips.

  “Actually its mine, but you can share…” She managed to tease him and saw the light of amusement flare in those dark eyes. A smile pulled his lips apart and she was mesmerised. It was the first time that she had seen him smile and he was devastatingly handsome in a wicked wolf way that made her heart thump in her chest.

  “Do you still want me?” He growled, but that smile didn’t fade.

  “Let me think…” She teased and felt the first push of his length inside her.

  “Woman…” He growled out a playful warning.

  “Your woman, your mate…” She offered back just as playfully. He hadn’t stopped easing into her. The hard, thick, long length of him spread her silken walls and demanded more, and her body was only too pleased to open for him.

  A hard grunt left his lips when her inner muscles squeezed his length the moment he was buried to the hilt, and the sound was music to her ears. She released him and tightened around him again just to hear that carnal sound. The feel of him pulling back to the very tip was all that her mind could centre on and when she released her tight hold on his length he pushed right back in again, nudging her cervix like he wanted inside her womb.

  “Tell me again how you’re mine…” He demanded as his hips moved back and forth in a slow claim on her body.

  “Every inch of me is yours…” He pushed to the hilt with a little more force and her head went back into the pillow as her lids fluttered shut and she relished the feel of him. He nuzzled between her shoulder and her neck, licking against her heated skin and sending her brain elsewhere. “Every inch of you is…” She turned her head and her lips found his ear. “Mine…” She dared to take his excitement to the next level.

  The sound of his hearty growl rumbled against her flesh as his blunt teeth nipped her skin. He pulled back his hips and thrust in with one long movement that made her hips lift from the bed and meet his. His hand ran down her side and behind her back and he lifted her hips from the bed enough to align her sex with his as he picked up the pace.

  “Be careful about teasing my wolf, Deborah…” He warned on a hearty growl at the feel of her hands climbing up his back. When he thrust into her again; her nails dug into his flesh and ran down towards his hips and the beast inside him went wild.

  ‘Mine.’

  “I want your beast out. I want to see your fangs…” He thrust harder. “I want to feel them on my skin…”

  “Christ woman, are you trying to drive me insane?” He reached behind him for her hands and pushed them against the mattress where she could do no harm. “I’m trying to be gentle with you…”

  “I won’t break, Jethro…” She fought his hold, trying to get her hands free so she could feel his skin under her fingertips, the fact that he held her so firmly, caged her in with his hard body only set the fire of excitement to full burn within her.

  “I won’t take that risk while I can help it…” He pulled out of her and tossed her over onto her stomach. With her arms now outstretched above her on the bed and his whole body covering hers, he eased back into her knowing that she was less of a danger to herself this way.

  “You can’t help i
t when you let your beast out…” She felt him take her to the hilt from behind. Every inch of his length felt larger as he stroked inside her. She could feel everything, every bump and vein as he moved within her and she clamped her inner muscles around him. He cursed at the tightness that tried to hold him deep inside and the feel of his length as he dragged it backwards through those tightening muscles.

  One large hand fisted her hair and he dragged her head to one side exposing her neck and shoulder to his gaze. The urge to sink his fangs into her soft flesh rode through him like a wave crashing to shore and he felt the ache of his canines as they started to push down. He was fast losing the battle to keep his beast at bay.

  “Mark me first…” She gasped out on a hard breath as his hips met the lush mounds of her backside. She heard the warning growl and it thrilled her.

  “No…” He bit out, but he couldn’t stop his canines pushing down anymore than he could stop his hips from speeding up.

  “I want to feel the sweet sting of those fangs sinking into my skin…” She gasped out with every long thrust into her body. She could feel her inner muscles tightening of their own volition around his length. That heady build towards another orgasm was overwhelming her mind and body with need…

  “No…” He couldn’t help but run his tongue over her skin. He told himself it was just a taste, but it was so much more. She’d sparked that need within him to taste her blood on his tongue and even with the sheer pleasure of the feel of her soft body beneath his, the feel of her inner muscles tightening around his length, he could think of little else. His beast was agitated and he wanted out.

  “Mark me, Alpha. Taste my blood…” She begged him. His beast went into a frenzy within him. His canines locked firmly in place and with each thrust into her it became more of an effort to bury his length deep inside her, more of a challenge.

  His hand ran under her hip, down over her mound until he found the sensitive nub that he’d nibbled on before to send her over the edge. He heard the desperate moan from her lips and nuzzled against her neck, taking her scent. His fingers worked over that small mound of nerves between her legs and yet his mind was centred on the place where he would bite…

  “Please, bite…” She begged him. He could take no more. He was done fighting his beast and his mate. He swirled his tongue over the soft flesh of her shoulder and placed his fangs against the skin. The gentlest of pressure as he eased down sliced through her flesh and his fangs pierced her skin. She gasped with the pain and the pleasure as he tasted her blood on his tongue.

  Every inch of his mind and body was attuned to her movements. The sounds coming from her lips, the way her fingers curled into the bedding beneath her and she fisted the covers, and the way her inner channel locked hard around him a moment before she cried out as the orgasm tore through her body. A long moan of pleasure followed as her channel clenched and released him so tightly that he thought he might go insane from the pleasure.

  His beast reared up within him. The wolf could take no more and Jethro bit down hard as he reached for her mind with his. He felt her magic pulling him in, guiding him to her very soul as her blood ran over his tongue and down his throat. His beast roared at the connection between them. The bond that would last an eternity was cemented and he released his fangs and cared for her wound with his tongue.

  He felt the brush of her magic flow against his skin like a caress. If she had been an angel then that would have been her wings wrapping around him and holding him to her. He shifted his weight and the arm that was beneath her body dragged her backwards with him as he came up to his knees.

  His hands gripped her hips. His fingers sunk into the flesh of her curves and he was lost to the feel of her body, and to her magic that wrapped around him. He’d never known such pleasure, not just the feel of his length inside her but her magic touched every inch of his skin and he was lost.

  He pounded into her. Every long, hard thrust sent her knees moving inch by inch up the bed. She pushed up and her hands gripped the open bars of the headboard, fisting them as she held her ground while he took her towards a new high.

  He moved again, curling his body over hers, riding low as his chest brushed against her back. His hands covered hers against the steel bars, his arms stretched against the length of her own. He was thrusting so deeply within her that she could feel the jolt of pain as he nudged at her cervix along with the intensity of pleasure with each thrust of his hips against her backside.

  Jethro was lost in her body, caught up with her magic and fast losing his mind. He nuzzled between her neck and her shoulder. His upper fangs drew dotted lines of blood against her skin as he lost his mind to the frenzy that engulfed him.

  Her body tightened beneath his. Her inner muscles squeezed at his length and he felt that length swell even more within her. The sound of her cry as another orgasm tore through her body sent him wild with the need to place his seed deep inside her womb and claim her for his, forever.

  His movements became erratic as her inner muscles sucked his cock, massaging his seed right from his balls, and he tossed his head back on his neck and howled like never before as he buried his length to the hilt and his seed erupted against her womb. He yanked his hips back and slammed back into her. Thrust after thrust, as his body spilled every last drop inside her.

  He should have been sated but he wasn’t. Caught up within her magic; he felt the length of him harden to a painful pleasure that was so intense he couldn’t stop from thrusting inside her. He wrapped an arm around her waist and yanked her back against his chest as he brought them up on their knees.

  Her head fit against his shoulder as his fingers went back between her legs. He wouldn’t stop, couldn’t stop until he had his fill of her. The sound of her heady moans and the feel of her fingernails as they clawed at his outer thighs was as potent as the magic that she’d weaved between them.

  “Mine…” He growled against her ear. The scent of sex in the air fuelled the fire as much as her body welcoming each and every thrust. They were lost together in the frenzy of mating, the ecstasy of carnal pleasure, and the need that was building within them once more.

  “Yours…” She ground out as he swept her towards another high. Every muscle within her body tightened so hard that she thought that she might shatter. Her magic tightened around him and she felt his seed explode inside her once more, sending her over the edge into the most intense orgasm of her life.

  Deborah was lost in the tumbling waves that engulfed her. She couldn’t think, couldn’t breathe, only the feel of his body claiming hers and the feel of the hard throbbing orgasm battering every inch of her senses mattered. It overwhelmed her to the point where she’d lost control of her magic, forgotten to rein it back in…

  CHAPTER SIX

  ‘Deborah stop…’ Jethro’s deep tones echoed somewhere in the distance of her mind. ‘Release us… Come back to me… I don’t want to hurt you…’

  ‘Focus… Pull your magic back…’ His voice sounded urgent, desperate almost and she tried to focus but it was so damn hard, much easier to stay in the sweet, overwhelming pleasure…

  The sting of his fangs piercing her flesh broke through the turmoil and she snapped back to the realisation that she couldn’t breathe. The real world slammed back against her magic and jolted her back to the present… She gasped in a breath at the feel of the fire within her lungs. The sound of Jethro’s relieved growl echoed through his chest and her back as he dropped back on his heels and took her with him.

  “I have you…” He growled against her ear. She panicked against him for more air, but he held her as tightly as he could in his arms as his weak muscles quivered. “Easy, breathe…” The gentleness of his voice, the brush of his fingertips against her body soothed her. He turned her in his arms and cradled her against the heat of his chest as he brought her back to him. “I have you, love… easy now…”

  His heart was still pounding within his chest but it was nothing compared to the thunderous beat o
f his mates. He focused everything that he had on soothing her. Nuzzling against his mark on her shoulder; he gently ran his tongue over the sensitive flesh until he felt her body relax.

  She curled into him. The sense of safety, of security that being in his arms provided, eased her mind and her body until she found that she could breathe more easily. The gentleness of his growl lulled her back to him.

  “I-didn’t-mean…” She breathed out against his chest.

  “Are you hurt?” His tone was demanding. He couldn’t care less for the fact that she’d used her magic right then, although later he might have a few words to say about it. All he needed to know was that he hadn’t hurt her.

  “I lost control-of it…” She was still pretty much within her own world. Her mind tossed and turned as she tried to figure out what had happened, why she’d lost control. The sound of his growl snapped against her pondering.

  “Did I hurt you?” One large hand cupped her chin and he tipped her head back against his shoulder to look down upon her. She slowly peeled her eyelids open and stared back up at him.

  “What? No…” She managed a small shake of her head at the same moment that she heard his sighed relief.

  “Are you certain?” The deep frown that was etched onto his forehead and drew his dark eyebrows downwards called to her fingertips to soothe it and she lifted her hand and traced her fingers across the deep welts. His hand snatched hers away and he turned her palm upwards and placed a kiss against her skin.

  “I’m fine…” She assured him as she curled her hand against his cheek and he turned his face towards her palm and kissed it again. “I swear…” She reassured him. He dipped his head to her neck and nuzzled against her. The long, deep, gentle growl that rolled through his chest filled her calmness.

  “I found that I couldn’t stop myself…” He brushed his lips against her neck and a spark of desire ignited within her.