Bewitching Her Alpha (Paranormal Werewolf Shifter Romance) Read Online Free
Author: Joanna Wilson
moving up and down on him. I solved the problem for him by moving off his fingers and positioning myself over his engorged shaft. He reached down and held it steady as I rubbed my pussy against him, teasing him, before descending down that long and lovely pole until I was firmly seated with him buried inside me.
I stayed still relishing the feeling of him stretching me, filling me once again. This is what I had been thinking about all day today and the days that had passed since I last saw him. I tightened my muscles around him and earned a long groan. Rocking my hips against his, I enjoyed a delightful friction against my clitoris. I leaned forward to kiss him increasing that friction as I started to slide up and down on him. He caressed my ass then grasped it tightly making me move faster on him.
“Oh Brandon, that feels so good!” I moaned.
His answer was a sliding kiss to my neck to softly nibble and the pulse in my throat. He was bringing me to the edge of ecstasy, and I sat up again as I neared that wonderful release needing to feel the full length of him buried in me. He slid his hands up my thighs and pressed his thumbs gently on either side of my clit massaging it as I rocked against his hips. I arched my back and rested my hands behind me on his legs. I couldn’t hold it back, I came in rolling explosions of liquid heat. I was coming harder than I ever dreamed I could and cried out my pleasure to him as I did.
He sat up, and holding me against him, rolled me under and slipped an arm under each of my legs, spreading them further and allowing him to sink deeper into me. I clutched at him as he pistoned in and out of me, pinning me to the bed with his weight. I was begging him to come, and with a shudder that began at his feet and rippled upward through his body, I felt that familiar heat deep within me. I helplessly came again, my muscles involuntarily clamping down on him capturing him deep within me and milking him dry.
He kissed me passionately as he released my legs and pulled me into his arms. We lay there snuggled together and soon, I heard his breath come in steady, even puffs and I knew he was asleep. I laughed at how wide awake I felt as he passed out from exerting so much energy.
I slipped from the bed and lit the fire before fetching the necklaces from my bag. Pulling his t-shirt on, I made hot tea and waited patiently for him to wake up.
Eventually, he opened his eyes and dragged himself sleepily from the bed. Pulling on his jeans he came to join me at the small table. I poured him a cup of tea and pushed the box toward him.
“What’s this?” He asked raising an eyebrow at me.
“Just open it.”
He did and as he pulled the necklace out it swung slightly toward me. He looked at me as I pulled my necklace out from under his t-shirt, and we watched it swing slightly toward him. Again, he raised his eyebrow at me.
“The stones will always seek each other out. ‘The greater the desire of the wearer of one stone to find the wearer of the other stone, the greater the pull. The attraction grows in direct proportion to the need.’” I said, quoting what I had been told by my mother. “They belonged to my parents.”
He kissed me and fastened it around his neck thanking me. Then he took a deep breath and said, “I have something I have to tell you. No, I have something I have to show you.” He slipped out of his jeans again and once again stood naked.
“I’ve seen that.” I laughed.
“No, not that,” he smiled nervously at me, “this.”
And with that he began to shimmer, and as I watched he began to change in front of me. His nose grew longer, and his forehead flattened. His legs bent as did his back until he was on all fours. Fur sprouted out of every part of him along with sharp teeth and claws. I watched him turn into a…well, a dog. No, a wolf. A werewolf. Oh crap, I was in love with a werewolf. It was the sacred
I stayed still relishing the feeling of him stretching me, filling me once again. This is what I had been thinking about all day today and the days that had passed since I last saw him. I tightened my muscles around him and earned a long groan. Rocking my hips against his, I enjoyed a delightful friction against my clitoris. I leaned forward to kiss him increasing that friction as I started to slide up and down on him. He caressed my ass then grasped it tightly making me move faster on him.
“Oh Brandon, that feels so good!” I moaned.
His answer was a sliding kiss to my neck to softly nibble and the pulse in my throat. He was bringing me to the edge of ecstasy, and I sat up again as I neared that wonderful release needing to feel the full length of him buried in me. He slid his hands up my thighs and pressed his thumbs gently on either side of my clit massaging it as I rocked against his hips. I arched my back and rested my hands behind me on his legs. I couldn’t hold it back, I came in rolling explosions of liquid heat. I was coming harder than I ever dreamed I could and cried out my pleasure to him as I did.
He sat up, and holding me against him, rolled me under and slipped an arm under each of my legs, spreading them further and allowing him to sink deeper into me. I clutched at him as he pistoned in and out of me, pinning me to the bed with his weight. I was begging him to come, and with a shudder that began at his feet and rippled upward through his body, I felt that familiar heat deep within me. I helplessly came again, my muscles involuntarily clamping down on him capturing him deep within me and milking him dry.
He kissed me passionately as he released my legs and pulled me into his arms. We lay there snuggled together and soon, I heard his breath come in steady, even puffs and I knew he was asleep. I laughed at how wide awake I felt as he passed out from exerting so much energy.
I slipped from the bed and lit the fire before fetching the necklaces from my bag. Pulling his t-shirt on, I made hot tea and waited patiently for him to wake up.
Eventually, he opened his eyes and dragged himself sleepily from the bed. Pulling on his jeans he came to join me at the small table. I poured him a cup of tea and pushed the box toward him.
“What’s this?” He asked raising an eyebrow at me.
“Just open it.”
He did and as he pulled the necklace out it swung slightly toward me. He looked at me as I pulled my necklace out from under his t-shirt, and we watched it swing slightly toward him. Again, he raised his eyebrow at me.
“The stones will always seek each other out. ‘The greater the desire of the wearer of one stone to find the wearer of the other stone, the greater the pull. The attraction grows in direct proportion to the need.’” I said, quoting what I had been told by my mother. “They belonged to my parents.”
He kissed me and fastened it around his neck thanking me. Then he took a deep breath and said, “I have something I have to tell you. No, I have something I have to show you.” He slipped out of his jeans again and once again stood naked.
“I’ve seen that.” I laughed.
“No, not that,” he smiled nervously at me, “this.”
And with that he began to shimmer, and as I watched he began to change in front of me. His nose grew longer, and his forehead flattened. His legs bent as did his back until he was on all fours. Fur sprouted out of every part of him along with sharp teeth and claws. I watched him turn into a…well, a dog. No, a wolf. A werewolf. Oh crap, I was in love with a werewolf. It was the sacred
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