Viola ran so
fast her chestnut hair flew in streamers behind her. After a lazy few hours of
sweet sex and stolen naps, Titus had told her to run. The delicious ache
between her legs from an afternoon of gentle touches and heated sex delighted
her. This run echoed the freedom and excitement she felt in her heart.
The earthy scent
of the woodland welcomed her. Her knee didn’t pain her, and best of all, Titus
would run her down and claim her soon. Of course, he’d have to burst the
containment spell she’d placed on their inn’s doors first. She’d wondered if
that counted as cheating, but her fledgling magic had bubbled
uncontrollably inside her. While she didn’t intend this to be easy for him, she
wanted to be caught.
Her breasts
bounced with every step and each footfall sent tremors through her cunt. Her
clit ached for Titus’s touch, but she still ran. Once she reached her old hut,
she grinned and rolled in herb garden. The soft scent of crushed mint and thyme
clung to her.
Next, she leaped
the row of rosemary bushes she’d salvaged from Elspeth’s garden, waded into the
sandy-bottomed stream, and splashed up its length. Her skirt sucked up water
like a wick. Running was damn near impossible when it tangled like a lead
weight around her legs. Without breaking stride, she kicked it off and ran
faster.
Her shoes came
with it, but she never slowed. Soft sand flowed between her toes. She shed her
blouse next, eager for Titus to claim her. A few steps further and her
makeshift bra followed. Naked except for her lacy red panties, she tossed her
hair back over her shoulder and kept wading upstream. She grinned, knowing
Titus would run faster once he found her trail of clothes.
A growl echoed
upstream. Titus had shattered her spell and tracked her to her hut. Wicked and
wild, he was coming to claim her. Her pussy creamed at the thought. She picked
up her pace, but she heard a splash as Titus leaped into the water. Two more
steps and he howled again—so close behind her she imagined the feel his breath
on her neck.
Downstream, she
heard a primal wolf howl and the sound of fabric ripping. She guessed Titus had
pulled off his shirt when he spotted her blouse. A few steps further and she
heard more fabric tear and hoped he’d shed his pants. She almost stumbled when
she pictured him as near naked as her.
Then he pounced.
He closed his arms around her waist and sent them sprawling, but he twisted
mid-air and she landed with her back on his broad chest. He turned back human
as the stream splashed over their bare bodies. His voice came out growly,
possessive, and deep. “Mine. To love forever and always.”
Water trickled
around them as he rolled again. She took her weight on her forearms and her
knees. The water felt cold as it washed over her wrists and calves, but her
body steamed. Sand swirled around her fingers then settled back to the
streambed. Titus surrounded her body, his muscled chest resting lightly against
her back, then he kissed his way down her neck. Excited shivers ran down
Viola’s spine.
He reached backward,
claws extended, and ripped her panties from her body. His cock nudged her bare
butt. She moaned when Titus trailed kisses over her neck and pinched gently at
her nipples.
Hips wiggling in
invitation, she nestled closer. He retracted his claws, stroked his way round
her too slim hips, and rubbed his finger over her clit. She already felt wet
for him.
“More,” Viola
demanded.
Titus ran his
tongue over the vein in her neck as he seated his cock inside her. He started
slowly, pumping long and deep then upped the rhythm as he pinned her beneath
him. Nothing mattered except dominance and claiming. He pounded into her, hard
and deep. She curled her fingers in the stream’s sandy bottom and screamed his
name. Her orgasm hit hard, setting her thighs trembling.
As she came
around him, Titus sank his fangs in her neck, marking her and claiming her as
his. She lost herself in the moment. Nothing mattered—not the scent of the
forest or the tinkling of the stream. She ignored the sunbeams dancing through
the trees. Everything in her world began and ended with Titus.
Viola shuddered
and came again. Titus bellowed against her neck as sperm shot from his cock.
The sound came out muffled and amazingly sensual.
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