“If it hurts too much, just say the word and I'll stop,” he encourages, stepping closer cautiously. Because he's so tall, he's able to easily line his cock up with my core, where I'm seated on the table.
“What word?” I ask to distract myself, but it hardly works as a distraction when he rubs the tip across my folds.
“Any word of your choice. A safe word. I'll know when I hear it,” he rasps against my lips, the slow kiss setting the tone for his gentle movements as he gathers enough of my dripping slick like lubricant, before slowly nudging at the entrance of my walls.
I inhale slowly as he works his way inside me, gently nudging my tight walls. My breath catches when he's all the way inside, stopping to allow me to get accustomed to the fit.
The delicious stretch has pleasure bursting through me, blurring the pain of being stretched out for the first time. I fling my arms around his neck, kissing him more fervently, and it's his cue to gently begin rocking his hips.
He draws out to the tip before sliding inside again, and the friction is perfect, yet my body craves more. I arch my back into him, my nails biting into his flesh as I beg him for more.
He pulls back to stare into my eyes for confirmation, and I give it with a gentle nod.
“Green,” I whisper. “Like your eyes….”
Something flashes in those green eyes—something like fascination and appreciation all at once when he understands that the word isn't my safe word, but a signal to let him know that this is perfect.
Our lips meet again in perfect synchrony, our bodies matching the connection our souls share as his thrusts deepen and quicken. He lifts me off the table, pounding into me now with protective arms wrapped around my body.
The knot that's been building in the pit of my belly since he touched me tightens now, and so do my arms around his neck as I prepare to explode. His grunts mingle with my moans as we're unable to keep our lips apart, and his firmer thrusts indicate that he's about to reach climax with me.
My arms tighten as much as I can manage as his hands slide down to cup my rear, and he's practically bouncing me on his cock. He moans, and that's when we both explode, Thane'shot ropes of cum spilling inside me as pleasure explodes in every corner of my being.
I can hardly see straight, my vision blurred by glittering stars as his cock swells inside me. He stops rocking me, his cock buried deep inside, in what I can only imagine is what the other witches call knotting.
That's why he can't move, and that's why he's stretched my walls as far as they can go with his immense size. He slowly places my rear on the table again, chest heaving uncontrollably, our tongues tied as tightly as his cock inside me.
As the high simmers down, and our breaths begin to match, I plant my head on his shoulder, the darkness behind my eyelids opening up with warm, silver light.
That's when I see the full moon in the sky and look down to find the other witches and their mates standing around a fire.
Dawson carries over a cauldron and places it over the fire, while Yvonne steps forward and stretches out her arms, raising her face toward the moon.
I step forward too, opening up a little black box of herbs and plants that I begin throwing into the burning cauldron. The last thing I throw inside is a vial of blood with the label “alpha blood,” and underneath are the names of all four of the alphas of Snehvolk.
I suddenly snap out of the vision only to find Thane staring at me, eyes wide.
“That's the vision the others have seen,” he whispers.
I nod slowly, thoughtfully. “Yes. You saw it too, didn't you?”
Thane nods.
“Then we know what needs to be brewed to help us seal the portal.”
Thane frowns. “But what happens with the potion? What must we do with it?”
“I don't know yet, but I’m pretty sure the answer will come to us soon.” I look around at the plants in the greenhouse and nod. “I have everything right here. We'll have to tell the others about this.”
“What? Like right now?” Thane asks, a puzzled look on his face as he watches me hop off from the table.
“Yeah, right now,” I respond with a grin. “This is exciting. I just had my first real vision.”
Thane chuckles as he gathers my clothes from the table and passes the bundle to me, then proceeds to dress. When we're both done, I'm ready to race out of the greenhouse, but he catches my hand and spins me back toward him.
“Just know that I'm not anywhere near done with you,” he drawls in that deep tone that ignites my fire.
Giggling, I press a chaste kiss to his lips. “I sure hope not. And thank you, Thane.”
