Well… okay, forever was a long time, but honestly, being bonded to this delicious male for the rest of my life would hardly be a chore. I mean, he could cook, for starters. And I loved food. So, yay, win-win for me!
Stars, Raven, focus!
“Um, I asked this before, but you didn’t tell me. What does claiming mean, exactly?”
Maverick’s throat bobbed as he shifted closer. I shivered when his lips ghosted across the soft skin just below my ear.
“Claiming is when I sink my cock into your tight little pussy and my bear sinks his teeth into your neck. It’s how bears bond with their mates.”
My heart stopped. Literally stalled in my chest. That sounded…
“I’ve not done that before,” I admitted, slightly concerned I might spontaneously combust and destroy Maverick’s cabin. I was pretty sure my body was fireproof, but was his? It was for the best if we didn’t test that hypothesis yet.
Maverick’s brow furrowed in surprise. “You’re a virgin?”
I lowered my gaze and nodded. Shameful, but true. There hadn’t exactly been a glut of attractive males around our compound, as Adam had only ever accepted female witches into his found family. The few males I’d spent any time with were old, grizzled farmers with toothless gums and body odor issues. Hardly the sort of guys I wanted to gift my purity to.
“Yes.” I focused on the floor as a wave of embarrassment slid through my veins, hot and bitter. Most witches my age had been sexually active since their magic manifested.
Magic and lust went together like ham and eggs. Witches and mages loved sex. Mostly with each other, but some weren’t fussy and hooked up with shifters, despite it being frowned upon.
When I’d turned fifteen, Willow had fallen for a wolf shifter she met at a market where we sold potions once a month. Her hot fling lasted a few weeks until the shifter moved on. Poor Willow had pined about him for months.
Yet another reason why I wasn’t a normal witch. Not only was my magic defective, but I hadn’t had sex yet. Stars above, Maverick would soon figure out fate had made a mistake.
Only, when I dared to look up, he seemed… delighted?
I frowned in confusion. Surely a male like him wanted an experienced female?
He was older than me. Males of his caliber would expect their females to be lusty and enthusiastic, like the ones in a human movie I’d seen.Magic Mike? Willow had sold it to me by saying it was about magic. She’d lied.
“Are you saying I’ll be the first male to touch you, little witch?”
“Um, yeah?”
“The first male to taste your pretty pussy?”
I shivered as my core clenched at the thought of him spreading my legs and dipping his tongue into my…
“Yes.”
His huge, calloused hands slid along my thighs, the heat of his touch burning my skin. He inhaled deeply and groaned as if he were in pain. I could relate. I’d never been this horny in my life. Not even after watching the scandalous vampire series that Willow had us binge-watching last Samhain.
“As much as I love you in my clothes, little witch, I need you out of them more.” His fingernails lengthened into vicious claws andsliced through my borrowed shorts. Since I wore no underwear, the minute he ripped the ruined garment from my body, I ended up naked and shaking with need, my legs spread and my pussy exposed to his burning gaze.
“Mine,” he growled.
13
Maverick
Raven’s sweet scent filled the cabin. She had no fucking idea how hard I was fighting my bear at this moment. He was desperate to claim her. Rut into her like the animal he was. Leave a permanent bite mark on her neck so other males knew I’d claimed her.
We can’t do that now, I warned him.She’s not ready! My bear roared in frustration but backed down. He knew I was right.
Hearing she still had her purity only made it worse. We wanted to be the first and only male to sink our cock into her sweet pussy. Once the little witch was ours, we’d covet and care for her. Protect her. Make sure no other asshole ever got close to her.
And certainly not the fucking mage who’d shown an unhealthy interest in our mate earlier. I’d seen the way the Vane bastard watched her when he thought she wasn’t looking. It was pretty fucking obvious he thought he had a claim on my witch.
