Page 112 of Bewitching the Wolf

Clearly, he isn’t going to need an aphrodisiac potion!

Lips and tongues and moans and sighs mingle. Jax’s hands cups my ass, and I climb his body and wind my legs around him. My tail joins in, wrapping tight, pulling his butt cheeks closer, so his hard cock is jammed against my hungry pussy.

I seesaw my hips to get more purchase.

“I could scent your arousal all the way here,” he mutters against my mouth. “It was driving me crazy.” And then he’s ripped my top clean off and my breasts jiggle into his hands. He bends his head, laving each nipple in turn, and I practically come as sensations ride roughshod to my hungry clit.

He carries me inside, throws me on the couch, and looms over me, his grin greedy and lascivious.

He lifts my skirt and rips off my soaked panties, sniffs them with a sigh of delight. I see the glint of fangs and know his wolf is very close to the surface. He slings one of my legs over each shoulder and buries his head in my desperate wet pussy.

His tongue circles my clit, lapping and sucking, and the heat builds and coils in me, fueled by his refusal to let me come yesterday.

Goddess, only yesterday?!!

“I-Jax, oh yes, oh, oh, I need to come…”

“Not yet, baby,” he growls. “I want you begging...”

He blows gently on my pulsating bud, then draws back.

He returns to my breasts, kneading them, sucking them, while his fingers lightly tease around my seam. There, but not quite. A finger brushes my clit, then moves away, leaving me clawing at the air and gasping.

Damn you, Jax Summers. I reach up and bite his neck, hard enough to leave marks and make him flinch. And then I whip him around with my tail like a lasso, so he’s beneath me now, his chest heaving, his green eyes wide with delighted surprise. I rip off his shirt, loving the play of muscle and sinew that lie beneath it. I stroke my tail everywhere, then twirl my tongue around his nipples and watch them peak.

His gaze darkens and he lets out a little snarl.

Definitely a snarl. I laugh then purse my lips, just out of reach, and he gnashes his teeth.

We rub noses and then I move down and undo his pants. His cock springs free.

It’s red and swollen, and I greedily take it in my mouth, trace the vein with my tongue then squeeze the tip and watch the silver of his pre-cum fountain out as he groans. I let my tail move down to stroke his heavy balls, then squeeze his knot. He groans as more pre-cum spurts out of the slit of his cock.

I raise my head, licking my lips. “Do you admit defeat?”

Jax groans. “No, fuck, you can’t do this. Shit, I’m gonna come…”

“Nope. No, you can’t. You wouldn’t let me.”

“You evil little wixen.”

“That’s me.” I stroke the tip of his cock with my tail over and over, then lick the pre-cum off the tip as he watches, mesmerized.

His cock flexes desperately. He’s panting now, his eyes vivid with need.

“No. Can. Do. Gotta have you.”

He grabs me and slams me down on the furs. One hand curls into my sodden pussy, his fingers sliding over the swollen nub of my clit, while he works himself with the other, thighs taut, pinning me beneath him.

Maybe he’ll come all over me. Spill his seed on my belly. I don’t care. I’m so close.

We’re both teetering on the edge. Jax is biting his lip, holding on for me.

My eyelids flutter, my eyes fall back in my head as I hover close to orgasm.

“NOW JAX, NOW,” I beg.

He takes his cock and moves it to my entrance, and now he thrusts. Hard. Braced above me, eyes alight with lust.