Page 64 of Bewitching the Wolf

My arms go around him, we bind closer, and I’m drowning in a sweet, slow, tortuous pleasure, until Jax’s lips becomes more urgent and suddenly the flame of desire explodes, pulling me under. Consuming me.

When he pulls away, I whine in protest. The air practically crackles as our gazes lock. Green and amber fuse. Gently, he touches my cheek, slides his fingertips around my jaw. When he hooks a finger under my chin, I can only gaze up at him, in thrall.

“Do you trust me?”

“Yes.”

“Me and my wolf?”

“Yes, oh yes,” I sigh softly.

With a growl of triumph, Jax lifts me into his arms and strides into his room.

He lays me down on the bed, smiling as he kisses me while undoing the buttons on my shirt and pushing down my flimsy bra.

He growls softly as he releases one breast and sucks hungrily on the nipple.

I cry out, arch up to meet his lips as his ministrations move to my other breast, giving my other hungry nipple as much care and attention as the first.

His hands explore over my ribs, across the soft mound of my belly, down to the little red patch of fur between my legs.

I tug at his t-shirt and obligingly he rips it off, leaving my hands to roam over his delineated pecs, the muscles of his abs, the little v of tantalizing hair.

Daringly, I cup the huge bulge between his legs and he lets out a shuddering groan. I unzip him and free his cock, my fingers shafting him as he rises above me, and then we shed our clothes. We’re finally naked.

“You are the most beautiful creature in the world. I want to see you shift into vixen again,” he murmurs.

“I can’t just make that happen. I don’t—I don’t know why… it just happened spontaneously earlier.”

“We’re learning alongside each other, my wolf and your vixen.” He kisses my ears, fondles my tail with a kind of awe. “The times I’ve watched this little tail swing from your skirt at Digger’s.” He grins. “It drove me crazy. But you knew that, right?”

“Maybe.” I smirk.

His touch moves over the ridge of my pubic bone to my pussy and his hand dips along my seam, stroking an agonizingly slow path toward my entrance.

“I’m going to take this slow, it’s your first time.”

“I want all of you, I want everything…” I say, my fingers on his cock making it clear what I mean by everything.

“Not this time. We’re both new to this, babe. And wolf dick isn’t the same as human dick.”

“So you’re a knotting virgin.”

He laughs. “Guess I am.”

I whine a protest, but seeing the size of him, I accept that he may be right.

Primal longing spreads through me. If this is my heat, then bring it on, I think incoherently as I lie back, dragging him with me, then arch my hips and shamelessly spread my legs.

Jax looms over me, so much bulkier than he used to be, yet still very much a man, not a wolf, even though I sense its presence in him keenly. Yes, his wolf is there in every touch, every caress.

He pets me until I’m drenched and squirming before he finally settles between my legs. Bracing above me, he asks, “You sure?”, the lust blooming strong in his eyes yet still held back.

“Yes,” I murmur and pull him into me. “Never surer.”

I feel his cock at my entrance, then gently, gently he enters me.

I arch back on a mewl and he sweeps a hand over my brow, gazes into my eyes.