My climax tore through me. Hot jets of seed pumped into her clasping cunt until my balls emptied. I held her for a minute, until I knew my legs would work.
And then I strode over to the tub, still carrying her, and climbed in. I sucked in a breath. “The water’s still hot.”
She chuckled. “Did you really think my magic would allow it to get cold?”
In truth, I’d not considered it. A witch’s magic defied logic. But then, so too did my ability to shift from man into wolf and back again. “I hadn’t considered it would hold the temperature.”
Sitting, I shifted her in my arms until she was cradled in my lap. She leaned her back against my chest with a hearty sigh.
“Give me a few more days. Let’s stay here, away from everyone else, just you and I, before we head back to the city,” I blurted, unable to help myself. I wanted as long as she would give me.
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I stiffened against him at his words. “What?”
“Give me a few more days. Then I’ll take us back to the city. From there, it’ll be simple enough to help you cross the barrier.”
“You want to stay here in the tent with me?” Was he serious? But hope was an insistent emotion. I never dreamed this would happen. How could I? We were from two different worlds and sworn enemies. But I’d never wanted anything so badly in my entire life.
His hand cupped my cheek and turned my face toward him. Lifting my gaze, the depth of emotion in his eyes warmed me down to my toes. “If I could, I would keep you forever and damn the consequences. And I wish with every fiber of my being that I could do just that. But you and I are from different worlds in Avalon. As the future ruler, I cannot do something that will rip this kingdom apart. There’s too much animosity, too much strife between the clans. And the Orc King Thaddeus is searching for anything he can use against my father and me to supplant us on the throne. Avalon would fall under their rulership. And if you think witches have been persecuted by the shifters, imagine what the orcs would do.”
I flinched, hating that he was right. We were in an impossible position. Against my better judgment, I had deep feelings for him. Feelings I would never voice aloud. Because there was no point. I wasn’t staying, and he couldn’t leave. Avalon needed a steady hand to guide her. Especially if there was going to be a chance to change attitudes toward witches.
But it was the warmth and desire in his eyes that sealed my decision. I wanted more time with him. I couldn’t imagine a world where he didn’t exist. A few short days of making memories that would have to last my whole life were something I needed. We both did. Because I’d known the moment he touched me that he was different from the handful of men who had come before him.
In the end, the decision was simple. I didn’t need a crystal ball to tell me I would miss him. I felt it to the depths of my soul and beyond. Leaving him would create ripple effects across my life. And I would never quite get over him.
“Yes.” It was the only answer. I wanted this slice of time. All my life I’d been taking care of my sister, following the laws of the coven, and sacrificing myself for the greater good. But when it came to him, I was selfish.
If I had to give him up forever, I wanted as many memories as possible to sustain me. Because I sincerely doubted a human male would ever measure up.
His gaze warmed, and he captured my lips in a torrid exchange. I shifted until I straddled him in the bath. His cock nudged against my entrance.
Lifting my lips, I stared as I lowered myself over his shaft. Goddess, his dick was massive. I whimpered as he filled me until my pussy was suffused with his cock.
He leaned back against the lip of the tub, desire etched on his face. “Ride me.” His tone was laden with command.
I took it slow, fighting my way back up his dick before working my way down. Rolling my hips, water sloshed against the tub rim. But I only had eyes for him. I adored the way he looked at me. Lust shrouded his visage.
And I wondered how far I could push him before he assumed command.
Keeping my thrusts slow and easygoing, I circled my hips. His groan of pleasure was music to my ears. Sliding my hands up my torso, I cupped my tits and pinched the nipples, acting like I was using him for my pleasure.
His gaze lowered to my breasts, and a growl rumbled in his chest. I hid my grin and bit my lower lip, giving myself over to the pleasure. But I was in no rush. No hurry was necessary. I savored the feel of his shaft pulsing inside me. I reveled in the dark lust illuminating his blue gaze.
Through gritted teeth, he demanded, “I told you to ride me, damn you.”
I leaned forward until our torsos aligned, gyrating my hips in a figure-eight motion that had him clenching his jaw. I nipped his chin. And in his eyes, I saw the wolf pacing, battering against his control. Man and beast were ready to snap.
Breathless with anticipation, I murmured, “Then make me, wolf boy.”
With a snarl, he gripped my waist and rose from the tub, practically vaulting out of the thing. He carried me to the nearby table and laid me upon it, shoving food out of the way, uncaring when it clattered to the ground.
His fingers dug into my waist as he plowed into me with a power that stole every thought from my mind. Rowan was past the point of moderation. He fucked me like a battering ram. His hips pounded against me, driving his cock so deep it bowed my back.
And his face flashed between wolf and man.
Sliding my hand up his stomach, I caressed his chest. “Let him out. He wants to fuck me. And if you won’t claim me, at least let him fuck me.”
