Spell-Weaver by Angela Addams Page B

to the first for a proper suckling. He loved her tits. They were small to suit her body, perky nipples, little delicious pink berries. He sucked her in, twirling his tongue against her, pulling a soft moan from her lips.
    His dick throbbed, pre-come soaking his jeans. He needed inside this woman. Mark her with his cock. Mark her with his bite, properly this time. Not in a rush, spur of the moment decision but claiming her as his mate while he made love to her.
    He pushed himself to his knees, her body sliding down his until her ass hit the floor. She raised her fingers to her mouth, and sucked two in before lowering them to her nipples, circling one, moving to the other for a pinch, a flick. When she was done there, she trailed her fingers down her stomach. He groaned as she popped the button and unzipped her jeans, his cock jolting when she slipped her fingers under her black lacy panties, her eyes closing, her body arching once again as she touched herself.
    Fuck that’s hot.
    He pulled his dick from his pants, stroked himself while he watched her, squeezing the crown before sliding back down. She watched him, her tongue darting out to dab the corner of her mouth, just the suggestion making his cock pulse for her. With a growl he let himself go, pulled her pants from her body, snapped the lace of her panties and wedged himself between her legs. Her fingers were still playing, coated in her juices as she rubbed along her slit and circled her clit. His cock nudged her pussy.
    â€œYou’re mine, Summer.” He leaned into her.
    She offered her fingers to him, slipping them into his mouth as she opened her legs wider. “I think I’d like to be.”
    Not an overwhelming yes, but he’d take it. He had time to convince her. With a groan, he sheathed himself deeply, one thrust and he was encased in her, his cock spasming as her cushioned walls hugged him hard. A perfect fit. She wrapped her legs around his back, hooking her ankles, pulling him deeper.
    Hands on her hips, he lifted her, rolling his body slowly at first. He pulled himself back until he almost slipped out before thrusting hard, fast, without mercy. Marking her.
    â€œMine.”
    His wolf growled.
    His climax mounted, her moans turned frenzied, head rolling back, fingers playing with her nipples. His fangs punched through his gums, instinct driving him to mark her properly. He lowered down, forcing her hands out of the way as he nuzzled her neck, her shoulder, that little curve that called to him. He pounded her flesh and she rolled up to him, their bodies producing one continuous wave of pleasure.
    â€œDyami!” she cried out as her pussy spasmed around him, forcing his cock to pulse, his own orgasm to reach the brink of release.
    He scraped her neck with a fang, drawing a beat of blood, the sweetest nectar on his tongue. She angled her head to the side, giving him better access. Her body squeezed him relentlessly. As his orgasm crested, he sank his fangs into her shoulder, embedding within her flesh and snapping their bond ever tighter.
    Their bodies quivered in unison as the intensity rocked them both.

Chapter Sixteen
    â€œUm, you bit me,” Summer said with a chuckle when Dyami collapsed onto her, his weight somewhat balanced on his forearms. His arms shook from the mind-blowing pleasure still rocking his body.
    â€œI did.” He kissed the fading mark on her shoulder.
    She craned her neck to look. “It’s disappearing!”
    â€œThat’s part of the magic. The wound closes and fades very quickly, leaving the bond behind.”
    Summer shifted her head so she could look at him. “I feel like you’ve done that before.”
    He nodded, rolled onto his side as she pushed herself up, leaning her body on her hands behind her.
    â€œYou did do that before! In the shop when Vic attacked! I’d forgotten about that!”
    Vic had put a symbol on her, making her forget. She couldn’t say when exactly,