Well he was fucking mistaken. I’d tear his fucking throat out if he tried anything with her.
“Do I, um, not smell nice?” Raven’s question took me bysurprise.
“Why would you think that?” She smelled divine. Like the sweetest, ripest fruit in the forest.
“Because you’re just staring at my, um…” A red flush colored her pale cheeks. Dammit, I was doing a piss-poor job of making her feel cherished. My bear growled in agreement.
“Your pussy?” I smirked. “I’m taking a moment to rein in my bear while soaking up your delicious scent, sweetness.”
“Oh.” Her mouth snapped shut.
“Tell me what feels good, little witch,” I said as I traced a path higher up her thighs. Fuck, her skin was so soft compared to mine. Like velvet. Warm too. She trembled when my fingers reached her pussy lips and a fresh burst of arousal hit me right in the gut.
“I like… that,” she squeaked. I parted her pussy lips and inhaled deeply. This was fucking torture. But at the same time, I never wanted to leave this spot. I’d happily stay on my knees for my mate for the rest of my life. Worshipping at her pussy. Showing her how much I loved her.
When I moved closer and licked her clit, she shrieked and tried to wriggle away.
“Oh my stars! That’s so…”
My bear chuffed in satisfaction, declaring our mate tasted perfect. We both wanted more of our mate’s decadent ambrosia, so I buried my face between Raven’s thighs. She moaned and whimpered with each caress.
“That feels good!” she gasped when I pushed a finger inside her. Fuck, she was tight. “Oh! I think I might…”
I pulled back, unable to prevent a smirk at her huff of frustration.
“Not yet, sweetness.” She still wore my plaid shirt, and I wanted her fully naked before she came all over my tongue. Her eyes darkenedfrom violet to deep purple as I slowly unbuttoned the shirt. “I need to see your pretty tits.”
“You do?” She gulped.
I nodded and gently parted my shirt. Now that it smelled of her, I planned to keep it under my pillow so I could fall asleep every night with her scent wrapped around me.
The sight of her rounded, gorgeous tits nearly had me coming in my shorts.
“Perfect.” She moaned when I cupped one and lifted it to my lips, sucking her pink nub into my mouth. Then the other. Her hands finally reached for me, digging her nails into my shoulders so hard she drew blood.
My bear roared, delighted our mate had marked us. Sure, it wasn’t a true claim, but he loved it anyway.
“Please…” she whimpered, desperate to come. I sucked her breasts harder while reaching down to caress her swollen clit. My cock ached and my balls throbbed, but I ignored them. This was all about my mate. My needs weren’t important.
“Come for me, mate,” I growled as I bit down on her nipple while fucking her with my fingers. She screamed, her cries echoing around my cabin as she fell apart on my fingers. A flood of arousal gushed out around them, and I yanked her thighs apart so I could lick it up, reveling in her sweet flavor.
My tongue in her pussy had her crying out a second time until she collapsed, exhausted and spent, on the chair.
“Stars,” she whispered, her pupils blown. “I never knew!”
I looked over her shoulder to see the fire in the grate roaring up the chimney. Burning embers floated above our heads. I frowned. Was this her magic?
Raven gasped in horror, and the embers vanished, leaving nothing but a hint of smoke in the air.
“Oh my goddess! I’ve hurt you!” Her pretty eyes welled up with tears when she saw the bloody wounds her nails had inflicted on my shoulders.
I snorted in amusement. “Little witch, I’m a shifter. We heal fast. And besides, I love knowing you marked me.” When I stood, her gaze snagged on my cock, which was doing its best to fight free from my shorts.
“I… oh… you…” A fiery blush heated her cheeks before she looked away and hurriedly covered herself with my shirt.
“Little witch,” I purred. “You can touch me another time.” Preferably soon before my bear lost his mind. “Go sit by the fire while I prepare some more food.” She stood, her legs wobbly.
“Can I have some sausage?” Her innocent question had me groaning under my breath and readjusting my cock in my shorts. Her lack of worldly experience was a mystery when most witches were sex-mad sluts at her age. It made no sense.
