I’m relentless.
I’m rewarded.
“Manny!” she groans as her body shudders and tenses, curling inward as the sweetest inarticulate sounds spill from her throat.
Releasing her hair, I tuck Blossom against my chest, holding her head under my chin.
But I keep my fingers on her clit, pressing down to encourage the orgasm to linger, enjoying the way her body grasps at empty air.
A wordless request to be filled.
“You want my cock inside next time,” I murmur against her hair, “don’t you?”
Blossom’s nails dig into my shoulders, but she doesn’t say anything. Only drags in deep breaths.
And she nods.
“That’s my good little wood witch. I’ve got what you want.” My fingers shake with anticipation before I dig them into her hips. Then, I lift the woman I love and carefully ease her pliant body onto my shaft.
Blossom’s gasp mingles with my pleased growl.
Right. This is exactly right.
Her tight grasp threatens to undo me, but I grit my teeth and push the orgasm back. Just for a moment. Just long enough to revel in this reality I was never certain would occur. Blossom Fernmore softening for me. Wanting me.
The wood witch presses her body closer to mine, rocking her hips.
“You slowed down,” she complains. “Don’t slow down.”
I let out a satisfied chuckle. “You want fast?”
With a quick shift, I have Blossom on her back, and I drive into her, every thrust deep, demanding, and unrelenting.
“You’re going to feel me tomorrow, Pumpkin Princess,” I growl with a toothy grin. “I know you’re still going to try to win. Try to beat me. But with every move you make, you’re going to remember that I had you pinned.”
Blossom smirks up at me, even as lust drags a dark flush over her cheeks. “Big talk for a wolf who hasn’t even reached the finish line.”
Then, she wraps her legs around my waist, arms around my shoulders, and crashes her mouth into mine. Her heated kiss ends with a sharp sting on my lip and blood on her mouth.
The animalistic move does it. With a low groan, I spill everything I am into the witch, her triumphant laughter almost as beautiful as the way she moans my name.
8
BLOSSOM
This is it.If I win this round, I win the whole thing.
True, there’s still one more event after this, but it’ll just be the final entertainment at that point.
After our world-altering sex in the woods last night, Manny and I didn’t talk much. The orgasm made me sleepy, and after pulling on the clothes that survived the wolf’s mauling, I got to my feet and swayed. The werewolf immediately scooped me into his arms and started to jog toward my childhood home. I would have protested if I hadn’t nodded off, only waking up when he set me down on the porch, wrapped me in my discarded blanket, and nudged me toward the backdoor.
I slept well. Then, I woke up to a werewolf knocking on my front door with a mocha from Coffee & Claws. Turned out, I’d slept till noon, and I might have missed this next challenge if my competition hadn’t wanted to caffeinate me.
I glance over to where Manny walks at my side, expecting to see a look of concentration on his face, an indication of his competitive nature rising to the surface. Over the years, I’vewatched Heather and him get down and dirty on some of these bouts.
But he doesn’t look determined.
He’s just looking at me.
